Well, here’s the trailer for Steven Spielberg’s version of West Side Story. It looks great, although some of the casting choices seem odd. To be honest, this is like someone remaking The Godfather. If anyone could pull it off, it would be Spielberg, but I have to ask: why?
Because of my Ma, I’m now looking through old Bruce videos. Here’s one, circa 1984-85 when the E Street Band consisted of Nils, Roy, Danny, Patti, Gary, & Max. (There’s a guest spot from Little Steven, who’d left the band in ’84., as well as from Bruce’s 1st wife & his manager.)
It’s difficult to like/love musicians who harm themselves with drugs & alcohol. Of course, as far as classic rock (and other genres) go, this self-harm generally occurred in the past. But now Eric Clapton & Van Morrison are revealing themselves to be ignorant, walking commercials for the anti-vax movement, as well as Trumpism (even though they’re not American). I can’t listen to their music, which is sad because I love Cream. But recently I’ve been able to watch Mel Gibson movies. I suppose art transcends the artists being losers & racists. I don’t know. It’s confusing.
Eric Clapton Isn’t Just Spouting Vaccine Nonsense--He’s Bankrolling It
Eric Clapton went from setting the standard for rock guitar to making ‘full-tilt’ racist rants to becoming an outspoken vaccine skeptic. Did he change? Or was he always like this?
“What Women See When They Look at Gabby Petito” by Holly Thomas
Opinion: What women see when they look at Gabby Petito
Holly Thomas says Gabby Petito’s story crystallizes both how common the threat of violence at the hands of someone they know is for women and the horrifying reality that the violence endured by women of color so often goes unacknowledged while the crimes against them remain unsolved.
This is my 2nd favorite song of all time, specifically this version from Martin Scorsese’s film The Last Waltz: “The Night They Drove Old Dixie Down.” I suppose it’s not a very politically correct song these days, especially if you think it’s a “message song,” but the Band were storytellers, and this is a great story, sung by the only Southerner in the group, rock’n’roll’s greatest drummer, the late Levon Helm. (The rest of the band were from Canada, including its songwriter, Robbie Robertson.)