“The Music Never Stopped” tonight On Demand, movie based on a book written by neurologist Oliver Sacks tells the moving, true story of how a father and son lose and find each other through the music of the 60’s. Ever feel that certain songs preserve personal history and stop time? That’s what this film is all about in the most extreme sense.

Mad Men Season 5: Finale

"This is what happens when you have the artistic temperament but you are not an artist."


Beautiful nuance.  Devastating sentence.  More beautiful and more devastating when delivered, as it was, with a French accent.

Attended an engaging, intimate discussion with Jim O’Hara of Major League Baseball Productions as part of a semi-weekly series hosted by the NY Chapter of National Academy of Television Arts and Sciences  (the people behind the Emmy Awards).  Among other projects, Jim is the one primarily responsible for the Yankeeography programs we see on YES.

                    

He got his start on This Week in Baseball in the 1970’s.  He gave an interested audience the inside baseball on just about every bit of footage having to with major league baseball.  He was poetic on how clips, interviews, stills, music, and narration dissolve into a final product, and expansive on the vast reach of the MLB video archive.  He is clearly a man who enjoys his job.

Never Let Me Go

Maybe it was the hour or the mood I happened to be in, but I stumbled upon “Never Let Me Go” late last night and I could not let go.  Narrative voice can be such a strong element.  When the voice is Carey Mulligan’s, how can you help but fall in love?  The eerie beauty of this story about a future in which some live different lives than others in the name of progress had me from the first few words.

The scene that reveals the innocence of the young man who believes that by creating a body of exceptional art that reveals our souls we can stave off the inevitable is touching, tragic and archetypal on so many levels.  I won’t forget it soon.

Still shots like these three – red barns on the hillside, trees seen from below moving in the wind, and a solitary tree at the end – complement the storyline.  

This is a strange, effective coming of age story.  It succeeds in opening our eyes at the same pace it does those of the characters.   Like any successful story it gives us the specifics of specific lives vividly, but something happens to us while we watch that makes us feel, despite the differences, that some part of our own story is being told, and this keeps our attention.

Usually when I learn from the credits that a film is based on a book, I rush to get it, but this time I’m going to wait awhile.  I can’t have my heart broken again so soon.         

Mad Men Season 5: Episode 11

For the last few episodes, I had been regretting my observation about how closely Mad Men was approximating the pace of life. Except for a number of unpleasant undercurrents, I didn’t feel as if much of anything was happening, which is okay for life itself, but doesn’t necessarily work well for a drama trying to be lifelike…. but all of that was blown away by Episode 11.

I’m in love with time twists. The one at the heart of this episode killed.

Each Sunday night, I watch Game of Thrones followed by Mad Men.

Game of Thrones is about another era, much more primitive. Incredible power struggles preoccupy everyone; when you conquer your enemy, you display his head on a stick for all to see.

Women have their designated station. They survive by wisely using the gifts nature has afforded them, or in some heroic instances, they strive against type and achieve fleeting rewards.

It's because we've become so civilized that the storylines are so different.

Contraband: Stolen Goods

As in many action films, pretty much everything is pre-determined here.  We know the hero is going to overcome all odds, it’s just how those odds are overcome that’s in question; we know the ending will be happy; it’s just how close to potential unhappiness the script will take us and what kind of unhappiness, and how cleverly the ending can be arranged so that the audience leaves with a positive feeling (which serves a marketing need).   We’re used to accepting that somehow the bad guy always takes a bullet, while the good guy always evades the bullets, even when they’re coming from an assault weapon that shoots dozens of rounds per second, that the baddest of the bad guys is always the last bad guy standing until of course he falls, but it’s difficult to accept the more mundane miracles closer to the ones we face every day – like how does the hero master the congestion of downtown traffic so well, how does he get where he needs to be in the nick of time, despite all the cars, buses, trucks, pedestrians in his way?

Contraband steals a crucial plot element from one of my favorite movies, “Once Upon a Time in America,” a film that does show the toll a life of crime takes -- or any life for that matter -- even on those who manage to come out on top.

Contraband gives us blue collar heroes gaming the system to the tune of millions of dollars turning action into fantasy, and therein may lie its true audience appeal, especially these days.    

Knickerbocker Saloon Neighborhood Bar

Years ago, when I lived in Paris I finally got to Harry's New York Bar and it brought home to me the difference between the French cafe experience I had been having for months and the usual American bar scene.  To a great degree, it was a question of configuration.  Geometry.  Layout.

At the bar, people sit alone facing the bartender.  Even if they're together, with friends, there's a solitary feeling.  Me and my drink.  Inevitably, there is that reflective moment, when the patron stares down at the drink, at the bar top.

So it seemed with Mr. Charles McCarty who sat down next to me at the Knickerbocker Saloon late one afternoon.  He ordered his dinner from the bartender -- a steak to go -- and a dark beer while he waited for it.  He stared down at the glass.

I had just had a brief, lively conversation with three young people to my right -- two girls who had been sitting there for a while when a guy arrived.  I gave him my barstool so he could sit next to his friends, much as an airline traveler might do, except I did it before being asked, as soon as he appeared, for which they thanked me.

It opened the door to an exchange in which they told me that they had grown up in  Massachusetts -- the guy and one of the girls on Cape Cod -- and the second girl who was visiting, still lived in Boston.  It was a reunion of sorts.  The two from Cape Cod told me how magical the place of their birth would always be, but quickly added how much they liked New York, the neighborhood, and the bar, which they called "a neighborhood bar."  We had that conversation about how natural New Yorkers are born all over of the country but only feel at home when they finally arrive in this city.

When I turned to him, Mr. McCarty looked up from his glass, and proudly informed me that he was now in his 92nd year.  He had lived in the neighborhood since the 1960's.  Four years ago, he had lost his wife of more than 50 years. 

"Add 2 more years," he said, "if you count when we lived in sin, if you believe in sin." 

"It can't be sin," I said, "if it lasts for 50 years."

"Charles Stoneham McCarty," he introduced himself, and challenged me to tell him what the "Stoneham" might stand for.

 "Owner of the baseball New York Giants?" I offered.

"I'm named for him," he said.

"Then you must like baseball."

"Baseball is chess," he said.  "All the others are checkers."

The sound of many conversations rose above the neighborhood bar, rose above the limitations of geometry.

Knickerbocker Saloon Cultural Hotspot

I was pleased to be invited to the 35^th anniversary celebration at the Knickerbocker Saloon on a Sunday evening towards the end of April.  I had the good fortune to find myself at a table with three writers and a literary agent for yet another lively conversation at the Knick – cultural hot spot for all of its 35 years.

Nearly every discussion among creative people these days evolves into an exploration of changing media formats and this was no exception.  We moved from vinyl records and rare first editions to ebooks, intellectual property rights, concerts, photography, collaborative writing, history, music, concerts, the state of the music industry, assassinations, the de-sensitizing of violence and dozens of other subjects.

Peter Knobler sat to my left.  He specializes in collaboration and has written best selling books with James Carville, Kareem Abdul-Jabar, William Bratton, Hakeem Olajuwan, Sumner Redstone and others.  His current project is a book with ex-NYC Mayor David Dinkins.  He is the former editor of Crawdaddy Magazine.

Rick Woodward spoke extensively about his theories of photography and violence, and about how photographic images desensitize us to violence, beginning with iconic images surrounding the assassination of JFK, especially the killing of Lee Harvey Oswald, seen live across the country by so many.  His forthcoming book explores the subject.

Bruce Weber, a NY Times reporter, talked to us about the special art of writing obituaries for living people, except for the lead paragraph of course.  The recent collection of NY Times Obits in bookstores includes 75 entries he has written.  His book, “As They See ‘Em” is considered the definitive work on baseball umpiring.  Imagine my surprise to meet the author, since I happen to be reading his book; only after he mentioned the title, two hours into our conversation did the light go on for me.

Chris Calhoun of Chris Calhoun Agency, the businessman at the table, is a literary agent whose career of more than 20 years has included representation of such literary names as Billy Collins.  He opened his own agency in 2011 and represents some of America’s most prominent journalists, critics, historians, poets, and novelists.  He brought a worldly dimension to the conversation.

Champagne and hors d’oeuvres punctuated the talk in the best Knickerbocker fashion, as did visits to the table by Steve Jones, always completely at ease as the consummate host in a venue with original Hirshfelds on the walls.   I am happy to call him my friend of many years.

Mad Men: Season 5: Episode 8

Megan’s father’s physical similarity to Jean-Paul Sartre can’t be accidental, considering the positions he espouses. Don calls him a Marxist, or a Maoist or something. He comes very close to expressing what Sartre calls “bad faith’ when he voices disappointment in Megan’s lifestyle and line of work, saying they are bad for her soul. Of course he doesn’t have the famous philosopher’s recognition, which summarizes his own dilemma. Even though he is not in Episode 8, the spirit of his words is everywhere, as Megan quits the office and members of the staff at Sterling Cooper Draper Pryce begin to question the significance of what they do, even Don.

Mad Man: Season 5: Episode 7

The writing in this episode of Mad Men is worthy of Chekhov. The final, heart-breaking scene where the characters sit staring in different directions encased in their own reflections, stunned into solitude, is layered with so many carefully articulated subtexts that the Russian master has to be behind the scenes pulling the strings.

I thought the lyricism of last week’s ending could not be topped, but clearly it has.

Blogologues: Social Media Goes Thespian

Brave and funny are a powerful combination. It takes courage to create something new and perspective to make people laugh. Blogologues snares you with both of these qualities in a completely contemporary format. You can’t not laugh… but while you are laughing you feel like maybe you understand something you didn’t before… about the wild variety of the internet… which is a reflection of the world itself, which apparently is rife with funny, crystal clear moments.

Blogologues is a staged performance which proudly blurts out right from the start that all of its material comes VERBATIM from the internet. As such, Blogologues is a mini-tutorial on how actors can bring words to life. Lively Productions, the company behind all the theatrics, could not be more aptly named.

Blogologues is the brainchild of Yale graduates Allison Goldberg and Jen Jamula.

I walked up three flights of stairs and waited in a narrow hallway for the performance to begin, but it's clear to me that Blogolgues is going bigger places. Get aboard for one of its monthly, thematic shows so you can say you were there back then, and that you had the incredible insight to recognize yet another way the evolving media mix expresses our modern world.

Cain by Jose Saramago

I read books because of the insights they give and the flashes of beauty they reveal. God marks Cain as a murderer and condemns him to “walk the earth.” Jose Saramago’s novel takes us on that walk. Having committed the ultimate crime, Cain shuns violence, entering into an extended argument with God, whose exacting vengeance he witnesses in biblical stories we all know so well. Along the way, he meets Lillith, who has to be one of literature’s most self-aware women. Without delusions, they live through a gentle, erotic relationship that could only be called love. “The body’s sublime memory,” Saramago writes. At a moment of doubt, she tells him: “No one is just one person… you, for example, are both cain and abel.”

Cain walks through time continually encountering what he calls “another present.” But these other presents are jumbled, like time in the movie Pulp Fiction. He sees Abraham a second time and asks after his son, Isaac, met previously. But Abraham says he only has a son named Ishmael.

I kept thinking of a quote I now realize I mis-heard. In Pulp Fiction, Vincent (John Travolta) asks Jules (Samuel Jackson) what he plans to do now that his revelation has made him decide to leave the life.

"Basically I'm just gonna walk the earth. You know, like Caine in Kung Fu - walk from place to place.”