Monday, August 1st

Baz Luhrmann explores the birth of hip-hop in his upcoming Netflix series, The Get Down. US Esquire asks, pertinently, “but didn’t announcing a 13-part drama series about hip-hop make you feel really… white?” to met by “Well, sure, there’s that. What kind of an idiot would do that? …the truth is, I could have made several things, but a large-scale work in which the leads are five unknown African-American and Puerto Rican actors? You can’t get that done. I was in a position where I could…”


Here’s the trailer, a slightly gaudy mixture of Saturday Night Fever, West Side Story and, worryingly, Can’t Stop the Music, the Village People movie notorious for being the first winner of the Worst Picture Golden Raspberry Award. It’s a movie I remember well, as I watched it on a lurching ferry to somewhere, at ten in the morning, always a good time to watch a movie set in nightclubs. As it happens, it was shown in the ferry’s excuse for a disco – a DJ booth, 5 coloured lights and a glossy floor. Quickly re-named Please Stop the Music! by its audience of fifteen, I absolutely loved it, mostly for the hilariously camp script; as the barely-formed group are about to hit the stage for their debut appearance, one of the characters (it may have been the Cop, or the Construction Worker, I can’t be sure) turns to another and asks how he’s feeling, to which comes the deathly reply – “Leathermen don’t get nervous!”

The intro to the trailer is tracked by a whispered version of Garland Jeffreys’ “Wild in the Street” before it busts out into the hip and the hop. I think there’s probably a great movie in the birth of hip-hop – but the jury is out on this one at the moment, although I’m hoping for the best…

Bloodlines is a story of everyday Florida Keys folk, centred around the toxic return to home of the wayward son, now a man. The damaged Danny Rayburn is a fantastic turn from Ben Mendelsohn, and the script is sharp and believable. I mostly love the series for its fantastic swearing. In some scenes “fuck” is uttered every other word, sometimes bitterly, sometimes woundedly, sometimes viciously – but always brilliantly, telling you all you need to know about that character at that point. Brother Kevin (played by the wonderfully-named Norbert Leo Butz) is constantly making bad decisions – and his is the swearing that hits rare heights.

Clearing out some stuff I found a US Esquire “What I’ve Learned…” interview with Jimmy Iovine. I found this interesting: “Bruce Springsteen’s manager, Jon Landau, hired me to do Born to Run. They had a lot of faith in me. I was twenty-one at the time and the album was really successful. And so they hired me for the follow-up album, which was Darkness on the Edge of Town, and we go in and we start recording the drums. We get this drum sound – but then we move studios, and we can’t get the drum sound back. It’s weeks on the same boom-boom on one drum. And Bruce keeps saying, “I can hear the stick.” And I would look at him and say, “It is a stick,” you know?

At some point, Little Steven says he knows this guy in New Jersey that can help get the drum sound. I get mortified and insulted, and I go see Landau in the hotel. I said, “Jon, I quit. Fuck this.” And Landau said, “Let’s just talk for a second. I’m going to try to teach you something now, at what could be a crossroads in your career.” He said, “This is not about you. This is about Bruce’s album and making the best album we possibly can.” And he stopped me in my tracks and said, “I want you to go in there and I want you to say to Bruce, I’m going to support you no matter what. Bruce will remain your ally throughout the rest of your career. You don’t just walk out because you think someone has insulted you and your pride has been hurt.”

So I listened to him, because I was always good at learning. I could hear people and the messages they were sending. We got the drum sound somehow, and six weeks later Bruce gave me “Because the Night” to record with Patti Smith, which really launched my career. And that just was like ink on a shirt. You know, it just took. The rest of my career I approached like that. I just take a step back, don’t buy my own bullshit. Just look at the work. That lesson is the most powerful lesson I ever learned. It goes against human instinct.”

Walking down Villiers Street on the way to seeing Mark Kermode in 3D at the BFI with guests Hadley Freeman and David Arnold, I see a young accordionist busking whilst another, older, accordionist looks on. I’m not sure whether the older man likes the other’s playing but as I pass he crosses the road. I turn back to see what transpires – the young guy seems a little wary of hearing the older guy’s opinion – and quickly take a few pictures, before the scene resolves with a smile and a handshake.


I’m totally with my old friend Bruce Millar, responding to a recent post:
I clearly haven’t got the hang of the digital present, because here I am responding to a post of yours from several weeks ago. Oh well, here goes… Your quote from Al Schmitt – “It really was just the way records were made in the old days! In those days you could not edit or fix things, and so you had to do the take when things were emotionally right. And you chose the take that had the feel on it. This is why so many records from back then are so much more emotional and touch you so much more deeply. Today everything is perfect, and in many places we have taken the emotions out of records” – rang a bell.

A couple of weeks before I had seen Fritz Lang’s Rancho Notorious with Nick at the BFI, and was struck by how the less important linking scenes, in particular, were clearly polished off in one take, whether or not timings were slightly off or the acting slightly ragged. Interestingly, instead of making the film less convincing or ‘realistic’, this somehow made it more so. For two reasons, perhaps: first, ‘real life’ is not smooth and seamless anyway, and we recognise that instinctively; second, Lang isn’t trying to emulate reality, he’s striving to dramatise events and characters, to express things. After all, this is a Western shot almost entirely in a studio.

Contrast this with contemporary films, which tend to mix smooth and apparently seamless Vraisemblance with absolutely preposterous action, leaving me completely cold. To adapt Schmitt: – “Today everything is perfect, and in many places we have taken the emotions out of films.”

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Extra! Five Things I Loved This Year…

The Best Use Of An Unlikely Venue
Sam Amidon, Westminster Central Library. Turned into, variously, a New York avant-jazz Loft Space, a poetry workshop, a folk festival and a church.



This Table In Spain
Mark Ritter: Alter Muddy Water. Written by Lee Hazlewood. Heard once, thanks to YouTube, never forgotten (or, for that matter, ever want to hear again.)


This Guitar At The Christie’s Sale
Elvis’ Fender Jaguar, apparently.
Elvis Guitar


Favourite Acrobatic Moment From My Favourite Concert
The Webb Sisters’ astonishing backflip in the “Charlie Manson” verse of The Future, Leonard Cohen concert, Paris Olympia, where he played his greatest works [songs you’ve loved so long they’re almost part of your DNA] with his greatest ever band.




And At The End Of The Year, A Present
A Hollie Cole album is always a welcome addition to our household, and this December, an early Christmas present, Night. Standout tracks are stunning versions of If You Could Read My Mind and Good Time Charlie’s Got The Blues, with glorious support from her original Trio, David Piltch on bass and Aaron Davis on piano.There’s a sadness in her voice that can’t be denied, but music this great always uplifts.

Oh, And Something To Look Forward To For Next Year…
The outrageous trailer for Baz Luhrmann’s version of Gatsby, featuring, as its soundtrack, No Church in the Wild by Jay-Z and Kanye West, Florence and The Machine’s Bedroom Hymns and—for its final, most hysterical third—Filter’s industrial version of The Turtles’ Happy Together. Sensational.

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