“In 1979, we had concerts in Europe, and a truly magical performance of “Homage” took place with this quartet and flutist Wallace McMillan at the Moers Festival in Germany in 1979. The rain stopped, the clouds parted, and the sun came out when the “afterlife” section was played.”
—George Lewis talks Charlie Parker | destination-out.com | Readability. People have said this about a My Morning Jacket concert one year at Bonnaroo.
June 2011
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Describe your ideal taxicab.
¶It would be a Checker driven by a sane person. Driven not slowly, but sedately. You would be allowed to smoke, which you used to be able to do, in cabs. It wouldn’t have that TV or whatever it is that you always have to keep pressing to shut it off. It would be luxurious, I mean, relative to other forms of transportation. I don’t mean, like, Michael-Bloomberg-travels-in-a-private-jet, but when I was young, it was a luxury to take a cab. If you would see a friend of yours in a cab, you would think, like, “What, you strike oil?” It was a small luxury, and it hasn’t been for a long time.
” —Nothing Gets Between Fran Lebowitz and Her Checker - NYTimes.com via those great folks at The Awl
“The single peaked at #2 in the UK, losing the number one spot to Chuck Berry’s single My Ding-A-Ling.”
—Gudbuy T’Jane - Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia
“It is a national scandal that the Civil Service provides such ghastly drafting of official documents, full of turgid abstractions that are intended, perhaps unconsciously, to conceal the thinness of the content. As for speeches, what do politicians pay their speech writers for?”
—One man’s war on clichés (does what it says on the tin) | www.independent.co.uk | Readability
“Without sounding too cliché, the Internet really is the birth of some kind of global mind,” says McKenna. “That’s what a god is. Somebody who knows more than you do about whatever you’re dealing with.”
—Terence McKenna’s Last Trip | www.realitysandwich.com | Readability
“Terry called one night and said, “I want you to play the part.” I had to get up very early the next morning to go to work, and I was driving along the Pacific Coast Highway in a little Mazda. I was listening to a Dylan album I was fond of, and the song “Desolation Row” was playing, and the sun was rising, and it hit me that I was going to play the role of my life. I had been a professional actor since I was eighteen. I was thirty-one, I had four children, I was struggling, doing a lot of television—a lot of bad, silly work just to make ends meet—and I wasn’t having any luck in features to speak of, and here was the part of my life. And I was overwhelmed, and I pulled off to the side of the road, and I wept uncontrollably.”
—Badlands: An Oral History: Movies + TV: GQ
