Saturday, July 13, 2013

Paul Simon (New York Moment #1)

I’m Afraid That I Will Disappear
More Rock Follies — Evan Kindley has reviewed Paul Simon’s One Trick Pony over at Not Coming To A Theater Near You. 
Even though One Trick Pony depicts a singer-songwriter who feels less than relevant at the end of the 1970s, Paul Simon could look back with pride at his solo career during that decade. Each album is pretty stellar, much of it even better than his work with that Garfunkel guy. This live show, a soundboard recording from Caesarea, Israel in 1978, is just great song after great song. As you might expect, it’s a little bit on the slick side — Paul isn’t known for his wild jams, after all. So we get tight, impassioned versions of favorites like “Slip Sliding Away," “Bridge Over Troubled Water" and “Mother & Child Reunion." The opening solo acoustic set is particularly nice. The encore loosens up a bit with versions of “Baby What You Want Me To Do" and “Bye Bye Love." As an overview of Simon’s career up to that point, this bootleg is perfect. 
Download Years ago, I sat next to Paul Simon at the Metro movie theater in New York City. It was the early 1980s and the Metro, located on the Upper West Side, was one of the nicest repertory movie houses in Manhattan. This was a few years before there were VCRs were in every living room, so when folks wanted to see old movies they went to places like the Thalia, the Hollywood Twin, the New Yorker and the Metro. 

A fan of French director Francois Truffaut after seeing The 400 Blows in Baltimore a few years before, I was gearing-up to watch Love on the Run (1979) when brother Paul merely plopped down beside me. Having grown-up hearing his pop classics "Bridge Over Troubled Waters," "Me and Julio," "50 Ways to Leave Your Lover," among others, I'd been fan since the day I'd learn to tune in to WABC. As he sat down, I glanced at Simon and smiled. Yet, in that native New Yorker tradition, I played it cool.
File:Amour fuite.jpg Love on the Run was Truffaut's last adventure in the cinematic life of his alter ego Antoine Doinel.Introduced in The 400 Blows when he was still a boy, in that fourth and final film about Antoine, he was a novelist and divorced father with a son named Alphonse.

There was one scene in particular that brought my neighbor Paul Simon much joy. It was the part where Antoine escorts his son to the train station. Going on a trip, the kid carried a violin case. When Antoine encouraged the lad to, "practice to become a great musician," the kid smirked. "And if I don't?" he asked. Antonie quickly replied, "If you don't practice, you'll wind-up a music critic." The moment the subtitles flashed on the screen, Paul Simon laughed loudly.

As a budding pop critic hoping to follow in the footsteps of my textual heroes Nik Cohn, Greil Marcus and Greg Tate, I instantly thought about the dusty guitar from my teenaged days. When I was about the same age as the kid in the movie, I dreamed of being the next Jimi Hendrix or Jimmy Page, but, ten years later, the guitar was stashed in the back closet of my Harlem apartment. Even when I had regular lessons, I had never really practiced.

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Friday, July 12, 2013

Action Jackson (1988)


While preparing to write a follow-up to my Black Pulp (Pro Se Press, 2013) short story "Jaguar and the Jungleland Boogie," I've been watching a bunch of pulp fiction flicks I'd never seen before. How I missed the b-movie gem when it came out in my favorite year, 1988, I don't know, but twenty-five years later this movie made my day. While Vanity played the finest junkie ever depicted on screen, shooting-up H with her pretty silver syringes, Carl Weathers played the title character, a Detroit cop who, like James Brown's poppa, don't take no mess from villain Craig T. Nelson. In addition, burly Bill Duke played the cliched grumpy police captain to perfection. Of course, this movie is filled with bad one-liners, tacky wardrobe choices and bad acting, but any joint that ends with the good guy driving his car through the front door of the bad guy's house and up the stairs to the master bedroom is all right with me.

Excerpt on Jaguar and the Jungleland Boogie
 http://www.egotripland.com/jaguar-jungleland-boogie-michael-gonzales