I guess this is what happens when a significant percentage of you population gets cars...and your population is well over a billion.
(Perhaps they should invest in more trains.)
I was going to say, "I saw nobody," but come to think of it, I saw Benny Carter live, as well as Phil Woods and Bud Shank. Sonny Rollins, too. Not many though.
(ALMOST saw Benny Golson a few years back, but missed him.)
Yes, I heard how little she thought of Day the Earth Stood Still while she was filming it, and it certainly is ironic that quite a few people now think of it as her best-remembered role. But I think it's a testament to her skill and professionalism as an actor that she comes off so well in the role even though she didn't take it seriously.
The Day the Earth Stood Still is also one of my favorite Hollywood SF films, but then there are so few that hold up at anything more than a camp level. She's so good in it. To me there's something so appealing about her character, a young, sensible single mother (war widow, of course---this was 1951) who was about to marry a dull lunkhead who was utterly beneath her in every way (played by Mr. Thankless-character actor Hugh Marlowe.) There's this subplot within the film (not overplayed at all) about how bumping into an ET who might represent huge danger to the Earth saves her from wedding an unsuitable suitor. When Tom Stevens tells her, "I don't care about the rest of the world!" that shows her what an idiot he is.
"Dying Inside" is on a whole 'nother level for Silverberg. I'm not sure how apt the comparison is, but I've always likened it to Roth's "Portnoy's Complaint."
I saw a lot of "Herzog" in it.
Really? Perhaps in the far, far future humanity has genetically modified itself so that eating fried dough isn't harmful. Reminds me of some of Asimov's novels, where in the far future people are still smoking cigarettes.
But then, what the hell else are you gonna do with dough? BAKE it?????
I find some of the string arrangements on this album to be a bit of a drag, though Hawk's playing sounds fine. I'll probably get it someday, as I seem to be buying every damn Coleman Hawkins album lately.
Same here. I thought it didn't really get the recognition it deserved when it was first published. Though it seems to be one of those that slowly gain in stature over the years and decades. (Though I have to admit, I haven't reread the novel since, oh, about 1977 or so, and perhaps have been a little afraid to. Don't want to tarnish those fond memories.)