Thursday, December 2, 2021

The Beatles: Get Back



The Beatles: Get Back
(2021 UK 3-part documentary capturing the most intimate and honest glimpse into the creative process and relationship between John, Paul, George, and Ringo;
made entirely from never-before-seen and restored footage 
shot in early 1969 
for the 1970 feature film Let It Be;
directed by Peter Jackson)
by Live Music Head
December 2, 2021


















I watched every bit of this new 3-parter.
Yes, every nook and every cranny.
I sighed, I yawned. I cried. I laughed.
Feeling every bit of the pressure, the tension, 
the boredom,
and the love and absolute joy
between,
and what is,
John, Paul, George, and Ringo.
And Maxwell’s Silver Hammer!
Painting testimonial pictures - oh, oh, oh, oh!
Footage Contains Explicit Language, Mature Themes,
and Smoking!
Viewer Discretion is Advised.
Ringo: “I farted. I thought I’d just let you know.
I was gonna sit here silent, and look at you.
Then I thought, no, I’ll tell you about it.”
Precious Beatle bits like that one are captured 
countless times throughout the 460+ minutes 
of this docu-series.
Thank you, thank you very much!
By the time they got to The Rooftop,
with Peter bringing it all back to the television screen,
looking oh-so fresh and oh-so clean –
I'd fallen madly, madly, madly in love all over again
with John, Paul, George and Ringo,
just like it was the first time.
Get Back!
And Don’t Let Me Down, I Got a Feeling, One after 909, and Dig a Pony …
never sounded or looked as good performed 
on top of that Apple
as they sounded or looked tonight,
some 50 odd years later,
when I streamed it over there on Disney+
The magic of the Beatles never fades.
Clearly.
It’s made from too much love for that.
And too much joy!


The trailer for The Beatles: Get Back....






Friday, April 30, 2021

Rockfield: The Studio on the Farm


Rockfield: The Studio on the Farm
(2020 documentary about the legendary recording studio;
featuring Ozzy Osborne, Robert Plant, Chris Martin,
Liam Gallagher, Jim Kerr; directed by Hannah Berryman)
North American Premiere
Hot Docs Canadian International Documentary Festival
Toronto April 30, 2021
by Live Music Head





Rockfield.
Wales.
The Studio on the Farm.
Ozzy and Iommi.
That heavy, deafening sound that blew the barn roof off!
Black Sabbath, Paranoid.
Dave Edmunds, pigs, and a man and his cows.
Baby, I Love You.
We can do anything here.
Sex and Drugs and Rock ‘n’ Roll.
Lemmy and Hawkwind.
Ace,
How Long Has This Been Going On?
Queen, Frisbee, and Bohemian Rhapsody.
Second Coming.
Iggy Pop, cheese and David Bowie dressed in red.
Rush by Xanadu.
New Wave, and that dreaded dance music.
Adam and The Ants, and a new kind of pop song.
Promised You a Miracle, stylish with Simple Minds.
Robert Plant, free to fail.
Big Log, solo.
The Boo Radleys, acid, and a Leslie speaker.
The Nags Head, The Stone Roses and Liam fucking Gallagher.
Cold Play and Chris Martin.
Amazing.
Oasis.
Wonderwall.
Yellow Pages, horses and grumpy.
The best is yet to come.
Champagne Supernova and the Tom Jones Horns!


The trailer for Rockfield: The Studio on the Farm…



 

Sunday, November 1, 2020

Boogie Nights

 

Boogie Nights
(1997 American period drama directed by Paul Thomas Anderson;
starring Mark Wahlberg, Burt Reynolds, Julianne Moore, 
William H Macy, Heather Graham, Philip Seymour Hoffman, 
Don Cheadle, John C Reilly, Alfred Molina)
by Live Music Head
October 2020


You got the best of my love. 
Burt Reynolds.
Whoa whoa, you got the best of my love!
Yes, yes, you do.
You always did.
May you rest in peace.
Oh, the Emotions!!
For I remember you fondly plastered on my older sister’s bedroom wall,
the hairy Hollywood outlaw sprawled Cosmo-naked
across that ol’ bear skin centerfold of 1972.
You, with that heart-melting Bandit smile,
who always kept one step ahead of Sheriff Buford T. Justice
while racing and romancing a runaway bride
in a cool black Pontiac Trans Am.
Hey!
You were also that hero who, with a bow and arrow shot,
a rapist to dueling banjos.
Now known as Jack Horner, porn king,
who garnered you 3 nomination nods and 12 awards for it.
Yes, yes he did.
For the love of nostalgia, bravo!!
Seeing Cheryl Tiegs, Farrah Fawcett and Bruce Lee plastered 
on the walls of Eddie Adams’ bedroom 
also caused a nostalgia flood.
And that Corelle dishware:
“Holy sausages, mama!”
For it’s that decade.
That decade when sex was safe.
And the best ever porn was made.
The nineteen seventies.
A time when disco was king,
and Buck Swope tried to close a deal in the stereo shop
with a country and western test drive on an 8-track cassette.
These are a few of my favourite things!
Roller Girl, Melanie, and her Brand New Key.
“Well, I got a brand new pair of roller skates,
you got a brand new key.
I think that we should get together and try them out, you see.
I been looking around a while, you got something for me.
Oh, I got a brand new pair of roller skates,
you got a brand new key.”
Welcome to the business where every inch counts.
Based upon the legendarily-hung John C. Holmes,
aka Johnny Wadd,
we’re talkin’ Boogie Nights here,
the period drama, re-visited.
Also starring Julianne Moore as Amber Waves, 
the cocaine-addicted unfit porn mother,
who garnered 6 awards for it. 
In this, one of the greatest fucking films ever made.
Thank you Paul Thomas Anderson!
For I still can’t shake that shocking cuckold scene
where “Little” Bill Thompson exacts revenge on his wife.
Mama Told Me Not to Come!!
Completely unforgettable.
Thank you too, William H. Macy.
“I was taken to a place,
the Hall of the Mountain King.
I stood high up on a mountaintop,
naked to the world.
In front of every kind of girl.
There was long ones, tall ones, short ones, brown ones.
Black ones, round ones, big ones, crazy ones.
Out of the middle, came a lady.
She whispered in my ear, something crazy.”
Holy camera angles and rotary phones!
War.
“It used to be when I'd see a girl that I liked,
I'd get out my book and write down her name.
Ah, but when the grass got a little greener on the other side,
I'd just tear out that page.”
Elvin Bishop?
Yes.
He Fooled Around and Fell in Love!
Enter Philip Seymour Hoffman,
aka Scotty, the gay boom operator with Hot Chocolate.
I believe in miracles!
You Sexy Thing.
“I wanna do it 'til the sun comes up.
Uh huh.
And I wanna do it 'til I can't get enough.
Yeah, yeah!
I wanna put on my my my my my boogie shoes,
just to boogie with you!”
You, yes you, KC-lookalike
during that Saturday Night Fever scene.
And you, Walter Egan…
“With you, I might try,
my secrets to reveal.
For you are a magnet,
and I am steel.”
Goodbye colourful pant suits with big-ass lapels!
Enter the 1980s.
Sniff 'n' The Tears.
“The news is blue (the news is blue).
Has its own way to get to you (ooh-ooh).
What can I do (what can I do?)
When I remember my time with you?
Pick up your feet.
Got to move to the trick of the beat.
There is no elite.
Just take your place in the driver's seat.”
With Sister Christian.
“Oh the time has come.
And you know that you're the only one,
to say okay.
Where you going?
What you looking for?
You know those boys don't wanna play no more,
with you.
It's true.
And about that high-as-a-kite Lord Rahad Jackson
playing air drums to his Awesome Mixed Tape #6,
during that edgy baking soda scene that ends it all?
Kudo’s, Alfred Molina!
Was them firecrackers going off?
God Only Knows.
But, holy pregnant donut hold-ups and gunfights Batman,
“What’s your price for flight?”
I felt every fucking pop!
Thanks especially goes out to Mark Wahlberg,
also known as that emotionally-abused high school drop-out,
turned nightclub dishwasher wanna-be star.
For keeping the dream alive.
And being blessed with that one special thing, right?
D-I-R-K
D-I-G-G-L-E-R!
“Sailin' away on the crest of a wave,
It's like magic.
Oh, rollin' and ridin' and slippin' and slidin',
It's magic.
And you, and your sweet desire,
you took me higher and higher,
baby!”
OMG, it’s a Livin’ Thing!!


The trailer for Boogie Nights...




Monday, April 13, 2020

Jesus and Starsky, oh, how I loved thee


Jesus and Starsky, oh, how I loved thee
(back in the nineteen-seventies)
by Live Music Head



It’s April 13, 2020,
Easter Monday.
27 days after the coronavirus pandemic forced me into self-isolation,
and affording me oh,
a slight bit more time for getting nostalgic and writing about it.
Now, I may not be religious and I may not celebrate
any of the traditional holidays on society’s annual calendar,
but I was raised in a Catholic family,
and was rather forced to do just that.
Having said that,
you can imagine as a kid how much I hated going to church
and how rebellious I was while attending Catholic grade school.
Oh yes, I certainly was.
However,
I became a smidgeon less rebellious
somewhere in and around Grade 6
when I discovered Norman Jewison’s
1973 rock opera film and soundtrack,
Jesus Christ Superstar.
Oh, how I loved it!
Suddenly,
in religion class,
I was raising my hand wanting to know more
about these dudes called Judas, Caiaphas and Pontius Pilate.
I even brought the vinyl record to school.
Goes to show you that if something scary or hard to understand as a kid
(such as the life and times of Jesus Christ),
when presented to you through something you love,
like rock and roll,
suddenly opens you up to wanting more learning and education.
Music has always been my savior,
and the story of Jesus Christ,
especially told with the sound of a groovy bass run,
has fascinated me ever since.
I mean, it’s one helluva story, right?
Somewhere around the same time,
I got to know Pamela des Barres,
through I’m with the Band,
required and essential reading for any rock and roll chickie-poo.
I always loved how des Barres referred to Mary Magdalene
as the very first groupie.
It's also due to my early exposure to JCS
that I knew exactly what the Rolling Stones were talking about
the first time I heard:
"Made damn sure that Pilate washed his hands and sealed his fate"
from Sympathy for the Devil.
This photo still from the JCS scene Trial Before Pilate
(Pontius played by the amazing and beloved Barry Dennen)
has taken on a whole new meaning,
since COVID-19 upset the world of today…



Almost twenty years after the first time seeing the JCS movie,
a new stage version went on tour,
bringing Ted Neeley
and the incomparable Carl Anderson (who played Judas)
along to reprise their roles.
On August 14, 1993,
a mere week before my birthday,
the tour made a stop at the O’Keefe Centre in Toronto,
for which I was extremely lucky to score tickets for. 










And I gotta tell ya, 
I was utterly blown away hearing those very familiar
and incredibly powerful voices,
live and in person.
Shivers and goosebumps completely covered me!
Because having grown up with this musical,
I know every single word from every single song,
every bit of phrasing,
every nook and cranny of the motion picture,
vhs, dvd, vinyl and cd.
Because forever it all has been,
ingrained in my dna.
I took my mother with me to this stage performance.
It was truly a special occasion,
not only because Neeley and Anderson were apart if it
or that it was a mere week before my birthday,
but because it was a mere week before
my mom’s birthday, too.
And it was my mother who
always watched the movie with me growing up,
whenever it came on tv at Easter time.
Of Ted Neeley, my mother would always say,
“he has such nice teeth.”
My mother recently passed away,
and I think this is one of the fondest memories I have,
that I shared with her.
After the performance,
my mom and I were there when
Ted Neeley emerged from the back stage door,
paying witness to and feeling the same way,
when the eruption of joy sprung forth
from the crowd who were waiting there with us.
Now, we had to wait our turn like everyone else,
but when it came to be,
Ted Neeley gave us his complete and undivided attention,
like no one I had ever met before.
Looking me straight in the eye when talking to me,
and treating me like he's known me all his life,
was remarkable.
He did the same for my mother,
and as far as I could see,
he did the same for everyone else that was there to meet him,
like he had all the time in the world and no place else to go!
He was full of love, gratitude and hugs for everyone!
Neeley also introduced us to his son,
Zackariah,
still a little boy at the time,
and his wife Leeyan Granger,
who was also in the film,
playing one of the dancers in
Simon the Zealot’s awesomely choreographed scene.
Ted signed the photo of Gethsemane that I had brought,
my overall favourite scene from the film.
He told me about how hard Jewison worked
on getting that scene just right...
about the patience it took to capture the perfect sky.
As a parting gift,
I gave Mr Neeley a necklace,
which he insisted I put on him.
The photo below was taken just after I clasped it around his neck.
He’s shown fondling it with his fingers.
Precious.



Neeley told us many other stories,
including stories around the comparisons between him
and Deep Purple’s Ian Gillan.
And he showed genuine enthusiasm listening to us,
as we did him,
spending what seemed like 90 minutes or more with us,
until everyone got from him what they wanted.
Again, remarkable.
I then watched Ted Neeley take his wife and son across the street
to Marche,
the Movenpick restaurant on Yonge St.
As we headed home,
my mother was just as overjoyed as me,
having experienced such an amazing live performance
and the truly heart-warming experience of meeting Ted Neeley,
face to face afterward.
I’ll never, ever forget Neeley's kindness, warmth, and generosity.
A true gem, him.
Looking back at this clip of Gethsamane,
Ted Neeley’s incredible vocals still move me to my core,
despite having seen this like, 9 million times.
Ya know, JC was a little rebellious too.
As you can see,
he had much doubt and as many questions as me!

Gethsamane
(From the 1973 rock opera, Jesus Christ Superstar;
starring Ted Neeley, directed by Norman Jewison)...



Like many youngsters who came of age in the 1970s,
I grew up on television and so,
had all my television cop heroes to take to bed and dream about.
I was particularly in love with Paul Michael Glaser,
who played Starsky in Starsky & Hutch.
I was equally as madly in love with the unorthodox, 
"Don't do the crime, if you can't do the time" police detective 
with the pet cockatoo, 
Tony Baretta, 
as well as the bald, dapper, tough, incorrigible, 
lollipop-suckin' police lieutenant, 
Theodore "Who loves ya, baby?" Kojak - 
in addition to 
that San Francisco Police Commissioner, 
Stuart "Mac"McMillan 
and Captain Steve McGarrett, 
head of a special state police force located in Hawaii -
but don't tell Starsky that!
I still remember to this day,
the dream I had when they all came to my rescue,
when a murderer was out to get me!













How could I not love Starsky, 
that "dark-haired Southern California 
police detective/Brooklyn transplant
and U.S. Army veteran,
with the street-wise manner and intense,
sometimes childlike moodiness"?
That same bad-ass detective who drove 
the red hot with white stripe 1975 Ford Gran Torino?
Starsky looked so hot throwing them bad guys up against that car, 
did he not? 
Let's spell it out together in bold, shall we?
H-O-T! 
Right?













Just like how every girl back then wanted Farrah Fawcett’s hair,
every guy wanted a cool car
(a cool car along with Farrah Fawcett's 
hot red swim-suited body, of course -
and speaking of nice teeth).
My brother had a cool, souped-up 1968 Ford Torino...
painted in green with a cobra snake.
My sister’s husband had the cool van, 
with flames of fire painted on the sides.
My other sister’s husband had a really cool dune buggy.
And I always felt super-cool every time I got to ride in them.
Well, today, thanks to Ted Neeley again,
I got another throwback to those times
when he posted this youtube clip on his Facebook page
from the time in 1979 when he guest-starred on Starsky and Hutch
as Lionel Rigger, a drummer!
Yes, that’s right… 
Ted Neeley, 
otherwise known as my beloved Jesus Christ,
played a drummer/informant
on Starsky and Hutch!
(S4:E18 – Targets Without a Badge).
Without a doubt,
this was definitely the best hour I spent today,
watching Neeley act with two of my other childhood heroes
and hearing him say dialogue, like:
“Well, hear this man:
these cops you want to hire to spring your mules,
their names are Starsky and Hutch,
and uh, they’re bad, man.
Real bad.
They say, either you play their game,
or pick up your marbles and pack it in.”
LOL!
And this from Hutch:
“You know something Starsky?
I bet when you were small,
you were one of those kids who used to go to the library
and tear out the last pages of the mystery.”
Again, let's spell it out together in bold...
B-A-D A-S-S!!
My brain is old now,
so I don’t exactly remember seeing this episode 
when it originally aired,
although I’m very sure I did,
as I was such a faithfull viewer.
But its nostalgia like this
that helps get me through the day, today,
inspiring me to write this blog,
particularly the scene where Neeley is holed up with Starsky
in the space above the thrift shop,
going stir-crazy.
That just added fuel to my already-fiery imagination,
thinking about all the hot and badass things I would want to happen,
if those two were holed up with me in my COVID-19
isolation!

S4:E18 - Targets Without a Badge
with guest-star Ted Neeley
Starsky & Hutch, 1979...


Saturday, April 11, 2020

OJ: Made in America

OJ: Made in America
(2016 American docuseries which explores race and celebrity
through the life of O.J. Simpson; directed by Ezra Edelman)
by Live Music Head

Like so many millions of other people around the world,
I remember watching those police cars chase that white Ford Bronco
through the streets of Los Angeles (or was it an escort?)
on my news-breaking television set that day, back in 1994.
I also remember being glued to that very same set day after day,
after day after day,
for almost a year,
watching unfold what became known as the Trial of the Century.
It was truly an unbelievable and unforgettable event;
an event that almost every single human being everywhere
was thinking about and talking about.
I found it interesting recently to read that
John "The Pope of Trash" Waters
watched and discussed the Bronco television chase
while talking on the phone with
the Symbionese Liberation Army-Kidnapped/
turned Tania the Fugitive,
also known as Patty Hearst,
who was watching it too.
My boyfriend at the time, who watched it with me
was a private investigator,
and his enquiring and analytical mind simply exploded!
In 2016, this news-breaking event
was brought back to my attention,
thanks to the Hot Docs Canadian International Documentary Festival,
when they screened Part 1 from the new docuseries
OJ: Made in America, directed by Ezra Edelman.
Once again, I was completely mesmerized by
this re-examination of history, some 22 years on.
Sitting in the cinema,
utterly captivated by the incredible depth
to which the filmmakers delved in telling
this tragic tale of race and celebrity
behind that once very talented, very good-looking,
charming and beloved athlete,
O.J. Simpson.
An athlete who very deservedly became everyone’s hero,
but who was then very shockingly accused of murder,
and then received a not-guilty verdict that was considered
nothing more than the American justice system’s payback
for all the innocent black lives
they abused and/or incarcerated for crimes they didn’t commit.
This story went on to become even more fascinating in 2007,
when this very same acquitted man
was accused of and convicted of robbery
and received a sentence so severe,
it was considered nothing more than
the American justice system’s payback
for letting him off the first time.
Oh, the thought that this provokes, this amazing film,
exposing the extent of American racial tensions
and revealing a fractured and divided nation.
During my ongoing COVID-19 pandemic self-isolation this week,
I was very pleasantly alerted by Roku
that they had added Crave to my smart tv,
putting an end to my 4 year wait to finish watching
the other 4 parts of this series.
For Part 1, I gave most of my kudos,
but now that I've seen the whole thing,
I agree with Kenneth Turan of the Los Angeles Times,
when he says this critically-acclaimed,
Academy Award-winning docuseries is
"EXCEPTIONAL. A movie so COMPELLING,
you never want it to end."

The trailer for OJ: Made in America...







Friday, February 8, 2019

Remembering: Big Fish


Remembering: Big Fish
(American fantasy-adventure directed by Tim Burton;
starring Ewan McGregor, Albert Finney, Billy Crudup,
Jessica Lange and Loudon Wainwright III;
released December 10, 2003)
by Live Music Head
(originally published at notinhalloffame.com February 6, 2013)



















It’s a story about a storyteller.
It’s a story about the importance of telling stories.
From the imagination of Tim Burton,
it’s also a heartwarming story about a father and a son.
Albert Finney is absolutely adorable as Edward Bloom,
the flamboyant travelling salesman
who tells incredibly outrageous tales
to anyone who will listen,
much to the embarrassment of his son Will (Billy Crudup).
Will grows up to be a storyteller himself,
albeit a journalist more interested in truth.
Jessica Lange plays the love of Bloom’s life and Will’s mother,
and with such a lovely presence in the film,
she brought more than a few tears to my eye.
Circus life is also depicted in the film,
with oh-so many colourful characters,
such as Danny DeVito as the ringmaster;
a ringmaster who Bloom would have you believe also turns into a wolf.
Set in Alabama, this really is an enjoyable story of tall tales;
a film I may never have got round to watching if not for
the cameo appearance by singer-songwriter Loudon Wainwright III.
I seek out anything and everything ol' Loudo's involved in.
And in this film, Wainwright plays Beamen,
the barefoot Mayor of Spectre.
And he’s a might bit creepy at it too,
what with that big toothy grin he wears
while leading his flock of perfectly behaved little towns folk
in a hoe-down of ring-around-the-rosy.
Steve Buscemi plays his poet pal Winslow.
And with that banjo player sitting on a porch rocking chair plucking,
brings both Deliverance and The Stepford Wives to mind.

The trailer for Big Fish...


Sunday, January 20, 2019

Who Is Harry Nilsson? (And Why Is Everybody Talkin' About Him)


Who Is Harry Nilsson? (And Why Is Everybody Talkin' About Him)
(2006 American documentary about singer/songwriter Harry Nilsson;
directed by John Scheinfeld)
a movie review by LMH



















Well, after watching this documentary, 
I learned that Harry Nilsson was born in Brooklyn, New York in 1941.
And grew up in such poverty that he was forced to eat dog food.
His mother was an alcoholic
and his father abandoned him when he was three.
Both his parents died in their fifties,
and Harry was bounced around from relative to relative after that.
But why did everybody talk about him?
Well, because he grew up to be a great songwriter.
And one of his first songs was about all that pain:
“Well, in 1941 a happy father had a son.
And by 1944, the father walked right out the door.
And in '45, the mom and son were still alive.
But who could tell in '46, if the two were to survive?”

In this documentary,
Van Dyke Parks recollects the road trip he took
back to Brooklyn with Harry,
to visit the house he grew up in.
And how Harry wept.
Harry’s grandparents were Swedish circus performers,
and Harry may have got some of his talent from his grandmother,
who played piano.
Harry’s uncle encouraged him to sing
and later, Harry learned how to play the ukulele and guitar.
Because of the poverty,
Harry was a high school dropout 
and began working at a very young age.
But after he was fired from his job as a caddie,
he got kicked out of the house.
Harry was only 15 years old when he decided to leave New York
and hit the road for California.
There, in the style of the Everly Brothers,
he formed a vocal duo with a friend,
and began writing songs.
He got a job at the Paramount Theatre in L.A.
where he learned piano chords from the musicians 
who performed there,
and another job working the night shift at a bank.
Harry’d get off work at 1am, hit the bar for an hour
and then write songs all night.
Sleep being not much of a priority,
he’d head out again during the day to hustle his songs
before starting work.
Then he got a publishing deal for $50 a week.
Then the Beatles arrived.
And he hated them for beating him to the punch.
But he loved them for being so good,
for giving him something to aspire to.
No other band mattered to him,
but The Beatles.
Until he wrote a song called Cuddly Toy for The Monkees.
He quit his job at the bank after that,
when he landed a recording contract with RCA Victor.
RCA released the album Pandemonium Shadow Show,
the first of more than a dozen albums Harry would record for the label.
In addition to Cuddly Toy and 1941,
Pandemonium Shadow Show featured a cover
of John Lennon’s You Can’t Do That,
which arrived in the Top 10 on the Canadian charts.














In this documentary, 
you’ll hear how Derek Taylor, the Beatles publicist
became such a fan of Nilsson
that he immediately wanted to share Harry’s records 
with all his friends.
Just like we all wanna do when we hear great music for the first time -
share the records with our friends.
But Derek’s friends were John, Paul, George and Ringo.
Next thing you know,
Harry’s receiving telephone calls from John and Paul,
expressing enormous enthusiasm for his songs.
John went as far as to declare in the press that
Nilsson was his favourite “group”.
Later, when Harry married Una O'Keeffe,
Ringo was his best man, 
bringing a tray of rings from Tiffany’s
for them to choose from.
Nilsson was married three times:
Sandi McTaggart (1964-1967),
Diane Clatworthy (1969-1974), who he had one child with; and
Una O’Keefe (1976-1994).
He had six kids with Una.
Flowers and melons.
As the documentary moved along,
I learned a great deal more about Harry
from all the talking heads who make special appearances,
the likes of which include Mickey Dolenz, Eric Idle, Robin Williams,
Yoko Ono, Randy Newman, and Brian Wilson.
Ray Cooper,
the percussionist I first got to know through the albums of Elton John,
describes the joy he felt listening on headphones
to Harry’s pure-toned, multi-octave vocals.
Cooper played on the Son of Schmilsson album,
and the doc shows Ray along with a very young looking Peter Frampton
making the album with Harry in studio.
Noteworthy that both Roger Pope and Caleb Quaye,
musicians I also first got to know through Elton John albums,
performed on the Nilsson Schmilsson record.
For me, listening to Harry Nilsson’s voice reminds me 
of Rufus Wainwright.
Or, I should say listening to Wainwright reminds me of Nilsson.
Another truly great song written by Nilsson is One,
released on Ariel Ballet in 1968.
Harry wrote the song after making a telephone call 
and getting a busy signal.
He had stayed on the line listening to the tone of the beep, beep, beep,
and that busy signal became the opening notes of the song.
“One is the loneliest number that you'll ever do.
Two can be as bad as one.
It's the loneliest number since the number one.”

One became a breakthrough hit for Three Dog Night,
earning them a Gold Record in 1969.














That same year, Midnight Cowboy happened, 
the film starring Dustin Hoffman and Jon Voight.
And suddenly, Everybody’s Talkin.
Nilsson was asked to write the theme for the film,
but so was Bob Dylan,
which resulted in an unused Lay Lady Lay.
Fred Neil may have written the song,
but it was Harry’s cover of Everybody’s Talkin that won out.
“Everybody's talkin’ at me
Can't hear a word they're saying
Only the echoes of my mind.”

Midnight Cowboy won the Oscar for Best Picture 
at the 42nd Academy Awards.
It also garnered Nilsson the award 
for Best Contemporary Vocal Performance
at the 12th annual Grammies.
The song would become Nilsson's first hit to reach 
the American Top 10,
and it reached number one in Canada.
But unlike every other recording artist,
Harry didn’t take his success out on the road to perform 
in front of live audiences.
No one’s entirely sure why.
Perhaps he didn’t want to be on someone else’s schedule.
Perhaps it was insecurity.
Some say he was terrified of performing live.
Instead, he performed on the BBC.
He also wrote Best Friend,
the theme song for The Courtship of Eddie’s Father,
a television sitcom starring Bill Bixby (1969-1972).
“People, let me tell you about my best friend.
He's a warm-hearted person who'll love me till the end.
People, let me tell you about my best friend.
He's a one boy cuddly toy, my up, my down, my pride and joy.”

I watched that show when I was a kid.













In 1970, Harry recorded Nilsson Sings Newman, 
a tribute to Randy.
He also released The Point that was accompanied by an animated film,
which premiered as an ABC Movie of the Week.
The Point is “a fable that tells the story of a boy,
the only round-headed person in a Pointed Village,
where by law everyone and everything must have a point.”
Explaining his inspiration for The Point, Nilsson said:
"I was on acid and I looked at the trees
and realized that they all came to points.
The little branches came to points,
and the houses came to points.
I thought, 'Oh, everything has a point!
And if it doesn't, then there's no point to it.’”














1971 saw the release of Nilsson Schmilsson, 
featuring two of the greatest songs: 
Coconut and Without You.
Without You was written by the fellas in Badfinger,
and was a huge hit for them.
Nilsson’s cover of it earned him his second Grammy.
Coconut did best in Canada, where it peaked at #5.
In this documentary,
you’ll hear how Coconut developed in the studio,
thanks to Nilsson’s producer, Richard Perry.
"She put the lime in the coconut, she drank 'em both up.
She put the lime in the coconut, she drank 'em both up.
She put the lime in the coconut, she drank 'em both up.
She put the lime in the coconut, she called the doctor, woke him up.
She said, Doctor!”

(Remember when Coconut was used in
the 1992 Quentin Tarantino film Reservoir Dogs?)
A whole whack of award nominations followed.
And then of course, the downward spiral.
Harry was another one of those absent husbands and fathers.
Yet another example of the duality that goes on 
deep inside some folks, especially artists,
who wanna be good husbands, fathers, wives, mothers, sisters, brothers, friends –
who wanna be good people,
but just can’t do what’s expected of them.
So they break away, feel guilty and rely on 
drugs and alcohol to get them through.
And oh, Harry did do that.
When making plans for the follow up record,
Harry would not compromise and went against 
the advice of his producer.
Nilsson: “It’s an artist prerogative to be indulgent to themselves.
He owes it to everyone else to be indulgent to himself.”














Good Catholic boy that he was, Harry released Son of Schmillson, 
containing the songs I’d Rather Be Dead and You're Breakin' My Heart,
which had no commercial value.
“You're breakin' my heart.
You're tearing it apart,
so fuck you.
All I want to do is have a good time,
now I'm blue.
You won't boogaloo.
Run down to Tramps,
have a dance or two.
You're breakin' my heart.
You're tearing it apart,
so fuck you.
You're breakin' my heart.
You're tearing it apart,
boo-hoo…”

Nilsson was going through a divorce at the time he wrote 
this “fuck you” song,
and it became a favourite of George Harrison’s.
Paul Williams: “Harry was a big bunny with really sharp teeth.”
Perry felt Nilsson was developing a death wish,
and the two parted ways when Nilsson decided to record 
an album of standards,
A Little Touch of Schmilsson in the Night.














With Frank Sinatra’s arranger, Derek Taylor producing,
and the London Philharmonic Orchestra backing him up,
the album featured Nilsson singing songs like
Me and My Gal and As Time Goes By.
In 1974,
Harry received one of the largest advances in history from RCA,
compliments of John Lennon.
And as you would imagine,
Nilsson soon had dealers approaching him left, right and center,
offering to help him spend those advances.
And partying with Harry got your name in the press.
Remember the one of him and Lennon getting thrown out 
of the Troubadour Club in L.A?
When the Smothers Brothers were doing a comeback show 
and all the major stars were there?
Nilsson fooled Lennon into believing that 
the Smothers enjoyed being heckled.
Thus, Lennon heckled them relentlessly until 
management threw them both out,
amidst flying fists and overturned tables.
But how in the world did that Kotex pad end up on Lennon’s head?
There’s an unusual photo of John, Mickey Dolenz, Alice Cooper
and Harry, resting his chin on the shoulder of Anne Murray. 
Cocaine and Cognac?
Or, Brandy and Milk?
These were the times of the full-on drug culture.
And getting a call from Nilsson was like getting a call from Sinatra –
you knew you’d be on an adventure for the next three days of your life.
With similar childhoods, it wasn’t hard to understand why
Lennon and Nilsson got along and partied so well together.















In the 1970’s, Nilsson owned a flat in London.
When he was away, he lent the 2-bedroom to his musician friends.
It was in one of these bedrooms that Mama Cass Elliot 
of the The Mamas and The Papas
took her last breath.
Four years later, Keith Moon of The Who also died 
in the same bedroom.
Nilsson then sold the flat to Pete Townshend.
Then Nilsson ruptured a vocal chord and RCA suggested a payoff.
Yup, they offered Nilsson the package.
But Blow Me Down,
then came Popeye!
You remember that feature film from 1980,
starring the impossibly talented Robin Williams?
The soundtrack to the film was composed by Nilsson,
and it included He Needs Me,
that oh-so lovely song sung by Shelley Duvall as Olive Oyl.
He Needs Me was also featured in the 2002 film Punch Drunk Love,
starring Adam Sandler.














In 1977, Nilsson recorded Knnillssonn
Considered to be his comeback album,
RCA promised a substantial marketing campaign for its release.
But then Elvis died.
And RCA ignored everything except meeting the demand for 
Presley's back catalog.
Then John Lennon was murdered.
Nilsson was in the recording studio watching television 
when it happened.
And all the music stopped.
Because Harry then became the poster boy for gun control.
He put songwriting aside to go to Washington 
and lobby to end handgun violence.
Then the 90s came and with it:
embezzlement, bankruptcy, gray hair and heart attacks.
And The Fisher King,
the 1991 Terry Gilliam film starring again,
the uncontainable talent known as Robin Williams.
For the film, Harry wrote I Love New York in June.
After that came an earthquake and a funeral.
For on January 15, 1994,
Harry Nilsson died in his sleep at the age of 52.
Although aftershocks of the earthquake were still being felt,
Harry’s service went on and many people attended.
And many stories were told about him,
much to his children’s delight.
Harry is interred in Pierce Brothers Valley Oaks Memorial Park 
in California.
A moving moment of acknowledgement was had for Harry 
at the top of the doc,
compliments of Dustin Hoffman.
Rolling Stone ranked Harry Nilsson No. 62
on the list of 100 Greatest Songwriters of All Time.
And Nilsson’s voice and songs have been featured in the films
All That Jazz starring Roy Scheider (1979),
Martin Scorsese’s GoodFellas (1990),
and two films starring Tom Hanks:
Forrest Gump (1994) and You’ve Got Mail (1998).
Over the years, songs penned by Nilsson were recorded by
a wide range of artists including:
Fred Astaire, Glen Campbell, Joe Cocker, Neil Diamond, 
Ella Fitzgerald, Johnny Mathis, Diana Ross, The Shangri-Las, 
Barbra Streisand, and The Yardbirds.
In 1995, 
the album For the Love of Harry: Everybody Sings Nilsson 
was released,
featuring Nilsson's songs performed by, among others, 
Adrian Belew, The Roches, Ron Sexsmith, 
Stevie Nicks and Jimmy Webb,
with proceeds benefiting the Coalition to Stop Gun Violence.
That's who Harry Nilsson was,
and why everybody was talkin' about him.

The trailer for…
Who Is Harry Nilsson (And Why Is Everybody Talkin' About Him)?