He looks at contemporary figures such as Jack White, John Mayer and Weezer as key names that might make the cut in the future. Asked if they can compare to past inductees such as Jimi Hendrix, Clapton, the Clash and Prince, Wenner declined to play that cross-generational game.
"Look, there was a very special moment in the 1950s with Chuck Berry and Jerry Lee Lewis and Little Richard. It just all happened at once. It was incredible. Then in the 1960s, the Beatles and the Stones, emerging from England at the same time as America's greatest writer of any kind, Bob Dylan . . . are those moments going to happen again? Those are hard to predict, but a generation later came U2 and Bruce Springsteen. They do keep coming."
They don't, though, do they? Not at the same level, anyway.
In the case of The Miracle Worker, the production company behind the Broadway show wanted a star from the get-go, and there was never a question of casting a deaf or blind actor in the part of Keller, who cannot hear or see. Lead producer David Richenthal explained the predictable financial reasons to ArtsBeat:
It’s simply naïve to think that in this day and age, you’ll be able to sell tickets to a play revival solely on the potential of the production to be a great show or on the potential for an unknown actress to give a breakthrough performance. I would consider it financially irresponsible to approach a major revival without making a serious effort to get a star.
Given the difficulty of maintaining a backyard in an urban environment, and what we can assume is a fairly healthy goat population distributed in small numbers all over the five boroughs, one imagines that this would work well here—you'd only have to rent just a few goats, unless of course you wanted lots of them, for whatever reason (that's between you and your god).
What the hell is going on in Williamsburg? Wonderful, mellow local bar Lucky Dog (yes, the one we love) is having trouble getting its liquor license because some condo dwellers thought they were buying apartments overlooking Gramercy Park. (Not to mention there were already two nearby backyard establishments in operation before the condos went up. Meh, these guys want to shut down the very thing that has made Williamsburg a destination for their ugly condos—a vibrant cultural and night- life. This makes me so mad I could spit. [Spits.]) So, if you care about decency and good beer, get out and support some great guys tonight and the great bar they've opened at the community board hearing: 6:30pm, 435 Graham Ave, at the corner of Frost Street.
-Chase Utley's hair is breathtaking.
-What the raw bleeding hell was Chuck Manuel thinking sending Cliff Lee back out for the 9th inning? He threw 122 pitches last night, but most of the pitches past 100 were in the ninth inning of a six-run game, with a fully rested bullpen behind him, and a very good chance that you'd want to start Lee on short rest in Game 4. (Although I, like Steve Wynn, hope the series goes seven and CC pitches twice more, at least. God, what a beautiful improbable airplane hangar of a man, plus there's something epic about aces coming back on short rest in the World Series.)
-On the plus side, at least he didn't warm up and then use five relief pitchers the night before a game in which neither starting pitcher seems like a sure bet to make it out of the fifth inning. (This Slate piece from earlier in the week seems prescient.)
-Watching the World Series in a bar is ideal, not so much for the sense of community it engenders, but because you don't have to listen to Joe Buck and Tim McCarver.
Maybe they shouldn't have played that show at the NBC Experience Cafe? Come to think of it, she did look a little grumpier than the rest of them, and not even in a "Check out how fucking cool I am" kind of way, but in a "Holy shit, this whole thing is moving to fast, and to protest, I'm going to wear dark grey instead of black" kind of way.
It'd be very easy to blame the media for this, to chalk it up as another Wavves-like debacle, but let's remember, we're not the ones keeping track of their schedule. Just because the opportunity to run yourself ragged is there, it doesn't mean you should take it. Someone around them should have told them so.
So, people were worried that moving the very successful Williamspoint/Greenburg greenmarket was going to STRAIGHT-UP RUIN IT. We sent videographer Emmanuel Cruz to see if that happened [hint: it totally didn't].Filmed and edited by Emmanuel Cruz.
The first and funnier of the two early-60s teamings of the so-called triumvirate of terror (Vincent Prince, Peter Lorre and Boris Karloff), Roger Corman's The Raven (screening tomorrow and Sunday at Anthology Film Archives as part of an extensive Corman series beginning tonight) represents the comedic center of the director's 8-film Poe cycle. While other entries in the series veer toward the humorous, with this 1963 offering, Corman places the horror setting at the strict service of the comic. Starting out in an atmosphere of dense gothic brooding, with Price intoning the opening stanzas of the eponymous poem in the study of a gloom-sealed castle, the opening's moody self-seriousness (and by extension that of the earlier films in the cycle) is quickly subjected to a rude deflationary poke. When the raven appears gently rapping at Price's chamber door (or, in this case, window), he asks the bird if he shall ever see his lost Lenore. "How the hell should I know," replies the creature, sounding suspiciously like Peter Lorre. "What am I, a fortune teller?"
Turns out I don't, though, because it's starting to look like he's gonna release "Real As It Gets" featuring Young Jeezy, which is the one song I consistently skip. Like, to the point where I'm still not sure I've ever even heard it all the way through. Regardless, I guess I kinda want to see the video, which Jeezy is somewhat excited about.
"We just gonna go dumb," Jeezy forecasted. "Call Rick [Ross] up, everybody. [We'll have] cars, watches, blunts, money, just go dumb. Dumm-meeee! That's what we need to do."
Still, it doesn't seem like it's quite set in stone just yet, since when asked about it, Jay-Z was basically like, "What? Who? Oh, I don't know, maybe."
"We're trying to do that now as well," Jay said of the video. "Hopefully, we'll shoot that. But it's difficult. I don't have too many gaps in my schedule. So I'll try to figure it out.
So there you go. Maybe he'll still change his mind. I'd even settle for the silly Drake-assisted "Off That" at this point.
Editor's note: If you're one of Henry's nine Twitter followers, you know that he's been getting himself into the Halloween spirit by watching lots of old horror movies. In this blog post, to put you in a similar frame of mind, he returns to the post-Trick or Treating, pre-drinking years of yore, when Halloween meant meeting up at whoever's parents' house had a furnished basement, drinking lots of sugary cola, and watching bad slasher movies on VHS.
Henry's born and raised in Brooklyn, of course, so these are not actually his memories. But let him join in the fun for once, won't you?
I would suggest however that it is possible the virus is not a naturally occurring virus. I have read reports from people who say (as doctors) that there is evidence to suggest this virus was created by man; to call it Swine Flu is then a misnomer, as it really is Swine Flu plus some other stuff stitched together. These doctors said such genetic mutation was impossible in nature.
This passage is part of a much longer piece, published on his new website, Everything From Here to There, about the roles media and government have played throughout the entire Swine Flu ordeal. He makes a handful of interesting points, along with a whole lot of high school-style conspiracy theory bullshit. And to make matters worse, he doesn't even have the decency to link to any of the "reports" he turned to for enlightenment. He does, however, link to an article about Barack Obama's daughters not receiving the swine flu vaccine, the idea, I guess, being that readers will see the "First Daughters Not Vaccinated Against H1N1" headline and be convinced of the utter hypocrisy of our government. Of course, if you actually read the article, you'll see that it clearly states, "the vaccine is not available to them based on their risk." See that, people? Maybe it's not the government or even the media that's trying to deceive you, but a washed up frontman of a 90s alt-rock band.
The production, which opens on March 3, 2010, marks the 50th anniversary of the play's Broadway debut, for which it won a Tony. This production may also boast the youngest pair of stars of any Broadway show ever, with Breslin sharing the bill with Allison Pill, who'll be 24 when the show opens. Pill appeared most recently in the original production of Neil LaBute's reasons to be pretty at MTC in 2008 and was nominated for a Tony for her performance in The Lieutenant of Inishmore back in 2006.
His shots of streetscapes featured a less forceful focus and direction, instead offering a beautiful, contemplative scene of a community that felt organic and lived-in. He didn't direct our attention towards details so much as convey the mood and atmosphere of a place most of which most of the country only had a very distorted understanding. DeCarava's last major New York retrospective was at MoMA in 1996, though presumably his death will provide another opportunity to appreciate the work he created throughout a career that spanned some 70 years.
It's only been 75 years, but authorities are finally attempting to recover the remains of Spanish poet Federico Garcia Lorca, who was murdered at the beginning of the Spanish Civil War. Remember people, if civil war breaks out, your neighbors will basically just use it as a pretense to
murder you if you are different from them satisfy old grudges—so be careful and play safe out there! No one knows if they'll actually identify Lorca's remains among the others murdered that day, but hey, it's given me an excuse to post one of my favorite Pogues songs... about Lorca! (Unfortunately, this one has no footage of Shane MacGowan being drunk.)
Streetsblog reports that the first converted bike racks are already being prepped on Madison Avenue, where there will be four per block between 69th Street and 90th Street. More will begin to appear at areas throughout the city shortly thereafter. In the meantime, what will the new meter-mounted racks look like? Expect some fusion of the vertical pole with the new bike rack design (pictured). Here's what similar projects in Sacramento, Toronto, Los Angeles and Baltimore look like.
So who do we think will be on the bill this year? Remember, the emphasis is on women here, so you've got to think offers will be (or have been) made to Gaga, T-Swift, maybe Pink, maybe Kelly Clarkson, maybe even Beyonce, which would be nice. Obviously event co-founder McLachlan will be on hand, and whatever other hold-overs from the festival's early days are still around. Sheryl Crow? Joan Osbourne? Shawn Colvin? Natalie Merchant? Is Natalie Merchant still alive? God, I hope so.
The other question, of course, is just how far beyond the mainstream they'll go. And if they choose to approach people like St. Vincent, Fever Ray, Bat For Lashes or Marnie Stern, would any of them even be willing?
The biggest question, though, is whether they'll be smart enough not to invite Katy Perry.
are installing high definition projection with a 12 by 28 foot retractable screen, set far back on the stage, so that the sight lines and image will be a great improvement from my father’s day. We will have film on occasion, though our primary focus will be live theater.
This just convinces me even further how repellent BDSM is. You must be mentally ill…
elvis costello perfomance link (the published one here is not working) http://videos.mediaite.com/video/Elvis-Costello-Radio-Radio-1977
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