Last Night (7/5) at Birdland, in New York City, I heard the impeccable and impeccably modest jazz giant Hank Jones at the piano with his trio. At age 89 (and after a recent heart episode) he is naturally somewhat less authoritative in his approach, but never less than elegant and
Five AM and done with sleep. What better time for some Jackie Paris. The above “Tis Autumn” is from his greatest album, “The Song Is Paris”. 1962. I’m perplexed by the re-emergence of 3-D. Not just the why of it but the reality of it. Seriously? 3-D? This isn’t a
So now we have a plan for our documentary. “Tis Autumn: The Search For Jackie Paris” will be released theatrically by Outsider Pictures in New York. The date currently hovers around early October. That we are being exhibited in a good old fashioned theater for a week (or more?) neatly
So now we have a plan for our documentary. “Tis Autumn: The Search For Jackie Paris” will be released theatrically by Outsider Pictures in New York. The date currently hovers around early October. That we are being exhibited in a good old fashioned theater for a week (or more?) neatly
Here’s what my world looks like now: I’ve got sattelite radio playing in my office–over my direct-tv hooked-up fifty-inch screen. (The system is used primarily for radio listening. I currently watch two or three movies a week and perhaps an hour of 24 hour news rant a day. But the
In the May 14 issue of the New Yorker Magazine there is a review by Steven Shapin of a book called “The Shock of the Old: Technology and Global History Since 1900” (the books author is David Edgerton). The premise of the book–and Shapin’sarticle–is that innovation in technology is never,
Here’s a bunch of phrases, concepts and predictions that I’ve heard so often in the past few years that they no longer make any sense. “Digital Projection will replace 35mm projections.” Why hasn’t it yet? Because lawyers (for the distribution companies) and union leaders (for the projectionists) continue to argue
Who was Jackie Paris? And what has he to do with the future of independent film? Start with the name, which sounds like a crooner invented by Jim Thompson or some other hard-boiled noir paperback artist of the past. But It was his real name (sort of). Jackie Paris (born
Somehow the end of “The Sopranos” as we know it seems to me a reasonable excuse for this web-logs first post, since back at the turn of the century the fate of one of my movies became breifly entangled with what is now known simply as “HBO’S Flagship Series.” Briefly: