I am still contemplating on the new Bowie album. My first reaction was that it was in the same ballpark as Reality and Hours and..., which, to me, means not that great. But it's growing on me. The song told from the vantage of a soldier in Iraq ("I'd Rather Be High") is excellent; some of the others have the potential, maybe, to turn into minor favorites. A lot of critics have talked about the album in terms of all the references it makes to songs and phases of Bowie's own past. What it most reminds me of, so far, is actually late-era Dylan (Modern Times, e.g., or Time out of Mind). It's an album by someone who has no difficulty turning out solid, enjoyable rock but who clearly, given the right circumstances, is capable of much, much more. It's not reasonable to expect a man in his mid-sixties to subjugate himself to the emotional and artistic anguish it must take to make an album like Low or Station to Station; I can't hold Bowie accountable for not producing a masterpiece of modern music. Still, I wished he'd pushed himself a little more. The lyrics feature too many uninspired cliches and the rhymes are often equally unimaginative. The musical ideas, such as there are, don't do much for me either. It's the album of a man who doesn't have to push himself and doesn't want to push himself. It inspires admiration, maybe, and gives a modicum of pleasure but it doesn't feel significant, in any way.
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Not very anxious
to bloom,
my plum tree.
-Issa
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I'll be in [Southern City] at the end of April. The play--the long promised play--is finally being read (or walked-though, whatever you want to call it) by real actors. It'll be very low-key, with a small (or non-existent) audience, but still: it's a deadline, and I'm excited. I'm working eight or nine hours a day right now on good days; if it weren't for a flare-up of some my old, somewhat debilitating blood sugar/hypoglycemia issues (short version: I get dizzy and slow-witted after almost every meal, and my mood sometimes collapses for no discernable reason) I'd say this is the happiest I've been in LA in a long time. My doctor's appointment is at the beginning of April; hopefully that will do something towards rectifying my health. And then... it'll all be discotheques and yachts, and champagne-swilling on the Champs-Elyssee.
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Doctor Faustus got progressively more tedious the farther I got into it. Does anybody read Mann anymore? Fifty years ago he ranked in the top echelon of 20th century writers. Now, I can think of only person I've ever known who's recommended one of his books to me.
I started A Passage to India last week. I had it around, I hadn't read it, I needed something new. I'm also going back through the Aubrey-Maturin books for the...fifteenth time, I think? Each time through each book I find something new to appreciate. In 300 years will people consider the two greatest writers of the 20th century P.G. Wodehouse and Patrick O'Brian? It wouldn't surprise me.
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The wife got us tickets to John Logan's play Red, last Saturday. It was being recorded for some audioseries, so there was no set, staging, props, nothing--just two actors speaking into a microphone, with a sound effects guy on the side. It ended up being surprisingly captivating. Alfred Molina, who pioneered the role, was playing Rothko. That guy can do anything and make it worth watching. (Watching the old guy makes all the sound effects off to the side in real time was really neat). Play where people do nothing but argue about theories of art--those are ANCIANT plays. Great stuff. Good job, Wifey!
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Climb Mt Fuji,
O snail,
but slowly, slowly.
-Issa
6 comments:
I like the new Bowie. Don't love it, but like it. But I think I like more Bowie that you love. You are right, it is not near a classic or anything. Part of the excitement is that he actually did something and ended the Long Silence. But rock and roll, as you say, is a young man's game. Why put it all out there at that age?
Is your read through open to the public, or at least VIPs (meaning, friends)? I've read so much about the writing, I'd like to see or hear it.
Not sure about VIPs, it's going to be more of a working reading, with stops and starts--a workshop, that is, more than a performance. But if you're in Houston let me know.
Other note: I've switched the blog, for the time, to that require moderation of comments. So, to regular readers: there may be a delay before your post appears on the blog. But it will appear! Yes it will.
I wish I could hear this play as well. Will there be a reading in western New York, perchance?
Cartooniste--
It is unlikely there will be a reading in Western NY in the near future. However, i am hopeful that the play might eventually be staged and/or produced in some city or cities within your purview, sometime soon. If you're lucky, you might even be asked to use your powers to try and make that happen. But only if you're really lucky!
I should have said, btw, that this is really more of a workshop coming up in April. It's not like there'll be 20 people there watching. There will probably only be myself and the actors. And the Texans cheerleaders. And the Rolling STones. But no one else besides that.
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