The Death Will Not Be Televised--Goodbye Gil Scott-Heron

One of America's true poets died yesterday in NYC. A courageous, gifted man who, nevertheless, had his own demons to battle. I used to play The Revolution Will Not Be Televised in my Faster Pussycat, Kill! Kill! sets with the hopes that people will ask me who it was expressing this rage with so much passion and charisma. I play it often to remind myself to stay angry, stay hungry. Goodbye and thank you.

Here's the Guardian obit. As with most cult figures, he had always had more recognition out of his own country: http://www.guardian.co.uk/music/2011/may/28/gil-scott-heron-obituary?INTCMP=ILCNETTXT3487

This is the funk version that I always play on my sets. I can't think of a more powerful message that made you want to dance at the same time:


Battling demons:

Where was I? Oh yeah, Istanbul

Meat packer, Taksim

Early morning, Taksim

Aksemsudden Mahmed mosque--love the gothic mood

Now That's What I Call Pretty Good: Beastie Boys

80s legends? They're all crawling out of the woodwork!
When they started, Beastie Boys were for me a frat boy equivalent to hip hop--loud, boorish and not very smart.

But then, they got better...



and better...



and better...



and better...



Oh, don't get me goin'!
They're celebrating 25 years of License To Ill with Hot Sauce Committee Part 2 and this killah video featuring EVERYBODY.



Know what? Needs more cowbell.

Now That's What I Call Pretty Good: Sade

She's got a greatest hits album after 28 years. Bless.



This is such an awesome video--one of the best openers set to music. Anton, is that you? Would you believe this came out in 1986? I think it must have heralded all cinematic MTV vids to come. Still, an 80s vid isn't an 80s vid without some random shot--in this case 2 old gits at the pub playing cards--wha??

footnote: Still looks like a goddess at 52.

Winter Cab Ride, Istanbul

What to do when you're trapped in the notoriously bad Istanbul jam? Why, take photos of course!

Chungking Express and other delights

Attica! Attica! Attica! A Salute To Sidney Lumet (1924-2011)

One of my favourite directors died last Friday.
Sidney Lumet's films always appealed to my righteous self, starting from the time I saw 12 Angry Men as a kid (thanks to RTM1 and my mum, I was already familiar with Lumet, Douglas Sirk, Hitchcock, Woody Allen, Terence Malick and they even showed THX1138 [nerds, pay attention] and Taxi Driver albeit with major cuts. Whoever was in charge of programming then, you're my hero).

12 Angry Men. This was a film with no blood, no gore, no car chase--just 12 men at the table. Talking. For the entire duration of the movie. And yet, it grabbed me. As an adult, I would come to learn that it was the way he shot the movie that made a difference--the increasingly wide angle lens pans out gradually, isolating the jury and intensifying their decision. There's also a play-like quality and arrangement to the scene below that I enjoy to this day.



The Verdict. Would you believe I saw this when I was 9?! I didn't understand much of it but the same intensity from 12 Angry Men is here. Didn't even know it was directed by the same man until I was an adult. It made me a fan of Paul Newman. I was a strange child.



Dog Day Afternoon. I loved that Sidney literally turned the air-conditioning off. I loved the extreme close-ups so one could just about count the beads of sweat on Al Pacino's face. Great dialogue--of course, this was edited by Dede Allen (there's a tribute of her somewhere in this blog) and her signature style--dialogue spoken but frame locked on the recipient--is put to great effect here. Also the movie preceeds Spike Lee's Do The Right Thing (watch it and you'll see what I mean). I can't embed some of the best scenes. But herewith, the most famous of all:



Running On Empty. Oh my god, you can't imagine how this movie affected me as a teen especially when the final scene reprises the family singing to Fire and Rain while River Phoenix watches them drive away.



Mostly, I loved the way Sidney shot New York, always a love letter to his native city. Watch the opening scene of day-time Brooklyn in Dog Day Afternoon--wonderful. His recent Before The Devil Knows You're Dead captures a marvelous mise-en-scene too (the pawnbroker bit, if I'm not mistaken), coming right after Ridley Scott's affected American Gangster where New York (110th st, no less) was shot with no soul. Even one of his worst movies, Night Falls On Manhattan, which I rushed to watch on big screen only to come out thoroughly disappointed, pays loving tribute to the city.

I'm gushing.

Sidney Lumet deserves a movie marathon salute tonight.