R.I.P. John Loder.
Who?
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There's a lady plays her fav'rite records/On the jukebox ev'ry day/All day long she plays the same old songs/And she believes the things that they say/She sings along with all the saddest songs/And she believes the stories are real/She lets the music dictate the way that she feels.
Leonard Cohen is almost broke.
It sounds like his manager cleaned him out, poor guy. (In both senses of the word.)
I could make a bundle with a service for auditing the financial managers of rock stars and professional atheletes.
Poor Lenny.
Leonard Cohen is almost broke.
But isn't there a federal law that "Hallelujah" play at the climax of every Hollywood movie this year?
I could make a bundle with a service for auditing the financial managers of rock stars and professional atheletes.
This is such a good idea.
I'm comforted by the fact that the same people who manage my retirement savings also manage the retirement savings of every economics and business professor in the country. I figure that my more financially astute colleagues will keep an eye on things.
I hope he kept his Canadian citizenship. He'll be happy he paid that money into social services taxes instead of an account cleaned out by his manager.
For Coltraine fans -- Not sure how well reported this is:
Scroll down to “John Coltrane in Rudy Van Gelder's Studio"
Five reels hold the complete session of Coltrane’s quartet with singer Johnny Hartman
I think I'd give up a kidney to hear those.
There is an astounding and completely unflawed rendition of "Body and Soul"
Also that.
Re: A Love Supreme --
After all these decades of admiring the quartet version of "Acknowledgement," indeed cherishing it as one of the landmarks of music, anywhere, anytime, it feels somewhat heretical to then suddenly turn around and say, "This sextet version is even better." But there it is. This version is even better, with Coltrane and Shepp playing with an intensity that makes it sound at some points as if there were three saxophonists present, and then goading each other onwards as they joyously trade the four-note "love supreme" motive.
Is anyone else drooling yet?
Holy shit. Wow.