On December 1st, 2008 Guess where I’ll be? I’ll give you a hint:
No, don’t be silly. Not at a Bowie show. (I wish. The man’s been virtually hidden for 5 years!) But instead at New York’s Museum of Modern Art for the Thurston Moore-hosted program of Bowie videos as part of MoMA’s Looking At Music exhibition. While I am excited to check out the exhibition and the other artists involved (Devo, The Beatles and John Cage among them) it’s really Bowie that has me chuffed. The videos were co-organized by Thurston Moore of Sonic Youth and Barbara London, Associate Curator, Department of Media, MoMA.
The complete list of the program after the jump, along with some videos I’d have programmed, if I were the curator….
Continue reading Holy Crap! MoMA & Thurston Moore Presents Bowie Music Vid Program
Filmmaker and blogger Michael Tully attempts to hypnotize filmmaker Liz Mermin (The Beauty Academy of Kabul) with just his gaze last Sunday at the Smiths/Morrissey night at downtown New York hotspot Sway following the New Directors/New Films directors party at Lincoln Center restaurant Josephina’s.
The ND/NF bash was packed and it was Sunday night, but apparently some of us were ready to continue letting les bon temps roulez, because Newport programmer David Nugent corraled about 20 of us to head down to the SoHo club for several more hours of dancing and libations. In fact, word has it that some partygoers danced away until 8am!
My man Mike Tully ain’t kidding when he mentions some of the filmic riches to be seen in New York City theaters this weekend. I mean, there’s Old Joy (which I confess to missing in Rotterdam, but promise to see this week) and California Split (which I think I should take in after taking in some of the things mentioned in my previous post), and I thoroughly agree with his take on Pan’s Labyrinth and will be writing more about it, tomorrow. It’s truly brilliant. But that’s hardly all on offer this weekend.
Continue reading A Film Weekend In New York – Man, I Love This Town!
Isn’t it amazing that even though it’s the first game of the season, the stadium retains the smell of the freshly cut grass, hot dogs, beer, mustard and passion? Old baseball parks are like well-seasoned woks. They retain their smells and sounds from year to year with the ghosts of seasons past getting the buildings ready each year, long before the maintenance crews report for the new season. I’ve only been to one or two Opening Day games in my life, but they are certainly something special. Riding the 4 train up to the Bronx, getting a glimpse of the field through the gap in the right field wall and exiting out on to the platform to join the hundreds of like-minded acolytes of America’s game.
“I see great things in baseball. It’s our game – the American game.”
Continue reading Opening Day – Baseball Live And On Screen IN NYC