So I was switching channels a couple of weeks ago during the rain delay at Wimbledon, and hit a Harry Potter movie, which I am always happy to waste some time on. […]
Is J.K Rowling the last truly global literary icon?
Gyre: Happy Lughnasadh from S&R
Lughnasadh or Lughnasa (pronounced /ˈluːnəsə/, LOO-nə-sə; Irish: Lúnasa, /ˈl̪ˠuːn̪ˠəsˠə/; Scottish Gaelic: Lùnastal, [ˈl̪ˠu:nəsd̥əl̪ˠ]; Manx: Luanistyn, [ˈluanɪst̪ən]) is a Gaelic festival marking the beginning of the harvest season.
Hey Bulldog: John Lennon, rocker…
“Hey Bulldog” provides us with the only film of the Beatles recording a song, amazing as that sounds. “I remember ‘Hey Bulldog’ as being one of John’s songs and I helped him […]
Vivian Maier was a stealthy street-camera recon patrol (S&R Honors)
Unknown, unpublished in life, photography icon is now enjoying a post-mortem renaissance… Vivian Maier shot up the streets of Chicago, but no one ever called the police nor filed any kind of […]
Epiphany
Art can be an incremental process. Then there are times when, without warning, you find yourself caught in the throes of some muse’s dying, orgasmic spasm, well and truly beyond any rational […]
Sweet Jane gets tag teamed…and still wins….
It seems Jane Austen is getting hit on both sides, but all this attention, exploitative and dismissive, merely really proves what will continue to be true: Jane Austen’s stature and power remain […]
Gwyneth Paltrow inspired me to become a doctor
Now meet the nurse who can’t wear gloves It’s been a while since I’ve done anything especially Frank-goofy. I miss pulling weird stunts, like the Tell Me About It sign at Dupont […]
A geography of rock, part 1: Styx, REO Speedwagon, Kansas and the dangerous expanse of the Midwest…
Expansive, windy music produced by Arena Rock icons whose members for the most part grew up in an expansive, windy environment… “I was born upon the prairie, where the wind blew free, […]
This Mormon boy
In the land of friendly liquor and benevolent caffeine… Part of my S&R Tokyo Series This Mormon boy (I didn’t get his name and it doesn’t matter) was on his mission at […]
Icarus (a small self-portrait)
Icarus (a small self-portrait) Dandelions think they’re bluebells. Moths believe they’re butterflies. No one told them, or they wouldn’t listen. What if I’m mistaken, begoggled, peddling DaVinci’s madman machine toward high noon?
