Showing posts with label Loudon Wainwright III. Show all posts
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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...


Friday, May 29, 2015

I love New York





by Live Music Head

I was planning on being in New York City
sometime between the middle and the end of May.
Yes, I should be there right now!
And I woulda been, 
if not for really stupid circumstances.
Yes, stupid. 
S-t-u-p-i-d.
I woulda been in New York City on May 20
for Letterman’s last show,
instead of watching it on television in ol’ Ontario.
Even if I couldn’t have got in,
and had to hang outside on the sidewalk.
There are worse things to waste time doing
than standing on a sidewalk on Broadway,
outside the historic Ed Sullivan Theater in New York City.
In May.
Trust me, I know. I’ve done it, if you haven’t.
Considering it was also Fleet Week in New York City (May 20-26).
My god, Fleet Week!
That’s the time when the NYC streets are littered
with hot sailors in uniform.
Hot.... sailors.... in uniform!
Everywhere.
Speaking of hot...
Bruce Springsteen, 
my favourite American singer/songwriter/rocker
showed up in New York City last night,
at the Best Buy Theatre in Times Square
for the MusiCares benefit concert honouring Pete Townshend.
The Boss not only performed,
but gave a great speech about The Who,
the first rock concert he ever saw,
and the impact it had on him.
Jesus.
No wonder May is my favourite month 
to travel to other cities.
Oh well.
Perhaps next month will see me board a plane,
considering Loudon Wainwright the Third,
my other favourite American singer/songwriter,
starts a run at Subculture on Bleecker Street every Wed in June,
performing Surviving Twin,
his amazing one-man musical/theatrical piece
that I got a taste of when he performed some of it
at the Aeolian Theatre in London, Ontario last year.
“These vagabond shoes,
are longing to stray..."
  


The Late Show with David Letterman

Fleet Week in New York City...

Bruce Springsteen honours Pete Townsend at Musicares...

Loudon Wainwright at Subculture...


Wednesday, January 30, 2013

Goin' Down The Road Feeling Bad



Goin’ Down The Road Feeling Bad
with Bill Graham, The Grateful Dead,
Loudon Wainwright, Hot Tuna,
and Amy and me 
by Live Music Head


















Goin’ Down The Road Feelin’ Bad
is one of my favourite songs covered by The Grateful Dead.
And it’s exactly how I was feeling in ‘09
when I left Toronto on a plane,
to take a drive in a car with Amy along the coast
from Vancouver to San Francisco.
After we arrived in Haight-Ashbury and checked into our hotel,
the first order of business was getting back into the car
and driving to the Shoreline Amphitheatre in Mountainview,
to see The Dead
in the venue that Bill Graham built
(the last time I saw The Dead in concert, come to think of it).
Graham, concert promoter and rock impresario,
had designed the amphitheatre to resemble
The Grateful Dead's "steal your face",
so for a couple of ol’ Deadheads like us
it was pretty darn cool to be seeing a show there.
It was also way cool to find myself, a few days later,
standing centre floor in the historic Fillmore West Auditorium
(the other house that Bill Graham made famous),
watching Loudon Wainwright III open up for Hot Tuna,
featuring Jorma Kaukonen and Jack Casady 
of Jefferson Airplane,
San Francisco psychedelic-blues-rock royalty.






















When Loudon Wainwright walked out on stage,
I burst into tears.
For he’s the man!
The man who can write a song that moves me like no other.
Between sets,
I was pleased to chat with ol’ Loudo before he split.
And after he did,
I threw back way too many tequila shots at the bar
and woke up the next morning with no recall
of the ride back to our hotel.
I barely even remember Jorma and Jack, doh!
Thanks to Amy for keeping me safe,
but driving back to Vancouver,
I missed a lot of scenery too,
stretched out and hung over in the back seat.
Bill Graham may not have been alive to present
the two particular shows I just talked about,
but he certainly did present 
oh-so many great ones over the years...
1985’s Live Aid in Philadelphia to name only one,
and one I was at.
Yes, yes I was!
And it’s Graham’s voice that introduced Peter
on that all-time-great live album from 1976,
Frampton Comes Alive!,
some of which was also recorded in San Francisco.
In fact,
it’s Graham’s relationship with 
the San Francisco rock scene,
and particularly The Grateful Dead,
that comes to mind first and foremost 
when I think of him.
And that he once had this to say about them:
“they’re not the best at what they do...
they’re the only ones who do what they do”.
In the clip below are images of Bill Graham
mixed in with images of San Francisco rock history...
overlapped with the groovy beat of 
an American traditional song,
aka "a white blues of universal appeal and uncertain origin",
as performed by the good ol' Grateful Dead...