I had a friend once who never understood what it was about Bruce Springsteen, so I am not surprised we are no longer friends. Don't make this same mistake! Here he is improvising in front of a bunch of Germans with a necktie tucked inside his shirt, for some reason.
May you find as much joy in anything as he does in performing for an audience.
From Born to Run, Chapter 66: The Rising:
Our band was built well, over many years, for difficult times. When people wanted a dialogue, a conversation about events, internal and external, we developed a language that suited those moments. We were there. It was a language that I hoped would entertain, inspire, comfort and reveal. The professionalism, the showmanship, the hours of hard work are all very important, but I always believed that it was this dialogue, this language, that was at the heart of our resiliency with an audience.
No time to dig deep this week, but it's not a classic for nothing. They're both such babies!
Sometimes you need to reach for the small, familiar joys, and behold.
“Flowers” was never intended to be a pop song, let alone a duet with legendary singers. Diamond first wrote it as the theme song to an ill-fated ’70s soap opera spoof. When the tune was no longer needed, he and his co-writers turned it into a pop song — which Diamond released in 1977 and Streisand covered in early 1978.
But if a DJ in Kentucky hadn’t created his own mashup of the two versions, splicing them together to create a “divorce present” for his wife, it probably never would’ve become such a hit. Word got out after the mashup was created, creating enough buzz that Streisand and Diamond recorded it as a proper duet in late 1978. The song spent a few weeks on top of the Hot 100 chart. Perhaps its message held special poignance for those caught in the throes of the ’70s divorce revolution.
There's no way to tell you how much I love this warm, sad, wise little musical in the three minutes before my next conference call, but someday I'll try. Tony Shalhoub and Katrina Lenk 4EVER, man.
I wanted to toss these but can't do it. I firmly believe in not clinging to physical items for purely sentimental reasons but my heart is here, in all of them. My favorite times in this city, with my friends, are in the memories printed on these tickets.
This movie was S LLLL OOOOO WWWWW. But as a winter girl, a twilight girl, a lover of leaden skies and hammy British actors with plummy French accents, I say you bet. Give me all you’ve got.
I don't know, I just spent a whole year watching Frasier. I am not "of the zeitgeist."
I tried but did not like Stranger Things, which the social media in toto are way too yappy about. I find broad cultural consensus really off-putting sometimes, and I hate being told what to watch. Ahem.
Yesterday I on demanded season 2 of Better Things, which I enjoyed tremendously, even though Pamela Adon's character Sam makes a lot of bad choices and two of her daughters are brats. (Let me know when they make a show called "Good Choices and Nice Daughters," which of course would be terrible.) Mostly I like that Sam is a grown adult female on TV who doesn't saunter about in high heels and tight skirts or pretend she's 25. That's a deeply refreshing thing to witness. Plus she can be very mean, so two thumbs up.
Other shows I've recently enjoyed tremendously include High Maintenance, Atlanta, Search Party, and... I think that's it. The Good Place and Black-ish, although I'm about a month behind on both. Anything over 22 minutes or not funny is not for me right now. I had to start listening to Xmas music on November 1 as an artificial mood lifter (pro tip: it worked!).
I'll admit it, though, for a while there my determination to finish Frasier nearly destroyed my will to live: it was the kind of experience where the goal itself outstripped the objective, which was to simply "enjoy" the thing. It was like getting sucked into a bog, or training for a marathon. I don't regret it, exactly, since it taught me a lot about tenacity and sticking to your guns even in the face of adversity, but in the end I bear a mild grudge against everyone involved. I suppose somewhere in there is an important lesson about making better choices myself, huh? I'll think about it. Too much personal growth and you wouldn't even recognize me as me.
I started Saturday with an early matinee of Lady Bird and then watched the premiere of Get Out on HBO, both writer/director debuts (one from Greta Gerwig and the other from Jordan Peele), and by virtue of their intelligence and humor and thoughtfulness—and above all, devotion to their own singular idiosyncratic visions—ended the day feeling more hopeful about the universe in general. I wish the same for you!
I loved this movie very much although it will surely irritate those who loathe talky New York liberal types. Sorry & thank you.