Sonny - confession first: I've mostly skipped over your work during my year as a Bulwark member, so you're w/in rights to blow off my Comments for 11 months or so 😉
This week I've thoroughly enjoyed your review of Interstellar, which I've never seen but now will - because your review expressed your heart & how the film connected for you …
Sonny - confession first: I've mostly skipped over your work during my year as a Bulwark member, so you're w/in rights to blow off my Comments for 11 months or so 😉
This week I've thoroughly enjoyed your review of Interstellar, which I've never seen but now will - because your review expressed your heart & how the film connected for you on that level. Visiting family in midwest for holidays, just missed its departure from Imax here tho.
Now I come to praise your positive review of Complete Unknown, which I was planning to see anyway just for the reasons you described. Here too, it's about heart connections. Amped up a bit because Music! Don't think you mentioned explicitly, but this is also why I (& I believe lotsa folks) will pay to see a copycat band play Beatles, Matthews, U2, Queen (at the last of which I had the added joy of taking my teenage grandson to rock in the aisles with me)... And I'll go to a dumpy fairgrounds to catch Three Dog Night with only one living Dog on stage, the Grateful (ones-that-still-aren't) Dead, or The Monkees down to their last banana peel.
Because it's not just about the high fidelity (or it is, in the virtue sense of that word). Music is one of the elemental forces that drives this whole shebang from quarks to the spheres, from singing whales to you'n'me. I know from personal observation more than academic reading (of which there IS a bit) that music is one of the last connections humans have as our neural pathways seize up with plaque and/or as the chemical-computer-thinking battery in our head runs down in our last moments here.
Dylan said it well in his stream of consciousness liner notes on an album (lost all my vinyl in a flood a few years back, internet tells me it was The Times They Are A-Changin'):
Sonny - confession first: I've mostly skipped over your work during my year as a Bulwark member, so you're w/in rights to blow off my Comments for 11 months or so 😉
This week I've thoroughly enjoyed your review of Interstellar, which I've never seen but now will - because your review expressed your heart & how the film connected for you on that level. Visiting family in midwest for holidays, just missed its departure from Imax here tho.
Now I come to praise your positive review of Complete Unknown, which I was planning to see anyway just for the reasons you described. Here too, it's about heart connections. Amped up a bit because Music! Don't think you mentioned explicitly, but this is also why I (& I believe lotsa folks) will pay to see a copycat band play Beatles, Matthews, U2, Queen (at the last of which I had the added joy of taking my teenage grandson to rock in the aisles with me)... And I'll go to a dumpy fairgrounds to catch Three Dog Night with only one living Dog on stage, the Grateful (ones-that-still-aren't) Dead, or The Monkees down to their last banana peel.
Because it's not just about the high fidelity (or it is, in the virtue sense of that word). Music is one of the elemental forces that drives this whole shebang from quarks to the spheres, from singing whales to you'n'me. I know from personal observation more than academic reading (of which there IS a bit) that music is one of the last connections humans have as our neural pathways seize up with plaque and/or as the chemical-computer-thinking battery in our head runs down in our last moments here.
Dylan said it well in his stream of consciousness liner notes on an album (lost all my vinyl in a flood a few years back, internet tells me it was The Times They Are A-Changin'):
there's a movie called
Shoot the Piano Player
the last line proclaimin'
"music, man, that's where it's at"
it is a religious line
outside, the chimes rung
an' they
are still ringin'