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Film I have loved the series on John Adams on HBO. The acting is so superb and the attention to historical detail—in the script, costumes and set—is really unparalleled. Now that George Washington is dead, I do miss David Morse's laconic portrayal of the first president, but there is still much to satisfy. I have been so struck by the mettle of the men who founded this country and wrote the Constitution. What unbelievable persistence and integrity. I wonder if any of us would have the attention span required to forge a whole new world. I wish we did.
Theater "The Seafarer" by Conor McPherson, which just closed on Broadway (link) starred the currently ubiquitous and completely wonderful David Morse among others in a fantastic cast. This Faustian tale about myth, Ireland, alcohol, friendship, brothers and how the past will suddenly reappear to shake you to your roots, was a thoroughly enjoyable evening. I am a big fan of McPherson, and of literate, dark and humorous plays like this one.
Book I read several books in the last few weeks, but my favorite by far was "Saturday" by Ian McEwan. May I join the chorus in proclaiming McEwan one of the top five— maybe top three—novelists alive today? I loved "Atonement", but "Saturday" really seals the deal for me. It takes place entirely on one Saturday in the life of a London neurosurgeon. As an added bonus for me, McEwan sourced Frank Vertosick's "When The Air Hits Your Brain" for his neurosurgical details, a book which was one of my picks earlier in the year. "Saturday" has everything—a real understanding of music, and lots of specific references to artists and records, neurosurgery (which has occupied my brain a lot lately—no pun intended), monogamous love and the mystical pressure cooker we find ourselves in when our lives change on a single day. I can say, unequivocally, that you will find reading this to be an ennobling experience.
I find myself listening to Steve Earle's 'Washington Square Serenade' and Rodney Crowell's new record lately. (I am not sure what Rodney's record is called—producer Joe Henry gave me an advance copy). Both writers are deeply inspiring to me, as I've said many times before. Both cover a lot of emotional territory here. Interestingly, Rodney is a bit darker than usual, and Steve is a bit lighter, probably due in part to the presence of the angelic Allison Moorer. It is really thrilling to follow the convoluted journeys of such great songwriters.
Speaking of songwriting, please check out Measure for Measure in the New York Times online. I'm delighted to be part of a group of songwriters documenting the process.
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book I read two books about art forgery this month. I got a little obsessed with the idea and history of the forgery of Old Masters. (I guess the surgery didn't fix the OCD gene. Darn.) My agent, Merrilee Heifetz, gave me an advance copy of Michael Gruber's 'The Forgery of Venus' and I just ate this with a spoon. The book centers on two of my favorite topics: time travel and great art. The protagonist, a modern painter in New York City, enrolls in a drug study at Columbia University and takes a drug that induces time travel. He travels to the 16th century and runs in to Velasquez. That's all I will tell you--- it's too good to give away. I was sorry to turn the final page on this-- SO sorry, that I immediately read "I Was Vermeer", a biography by Frank Wynne of Hans Van Meegeren, the greatest forger of Old Masters in modern times. Not as delicious, but still quite a compelling story. There are photos. Is it hubris for me to say I didn't like the forgeries nearly as much as the real Vermeers?
music I like the young ladies lately—Amy Winehouse, Feist, Amy McDonald, Adele. It's very inspiring.
television 'In Treatment', the new HBO series. The OCD gene is getting a workout with this one. Mr. L and I discuss the characters afterward and disagree vehemently with how realistic—or not—their situations are. I say anything that you can conceive has been brought up in therapy. Mr. L likes a somewhat more refined palette of desires. And p.s., I love love love Gabriel Byrne. He is one sex god of a psychologist. (Mr. L knows I feel this way, so don't be writing in.)
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Books:Two absolutely delightful books this month: "The Uncommon Reader" by Alan Bennett, and "The Principles of Uncertainty" by Maira Kalman.
First I must admit that I have a near-worship of Maira Kalman. I consider her to be a quintessential Artist, and a great inspiration. I just saw her new show of artwork at the Julie Saul gallery in Chelsea, and I was wonder-struck. I bought the book, "The Principles of Uncertainty", which contains all the art from the show, and I have been relishing it. You must experience it yourself. I don't want to provide a narrative for it-- her narrative is too beautiful and meandering.
Alan Bennett is so funny, and, unlike many modern humorists, has so much humanity. "The Uncommon Reader" has a wonderful premise-- the Queen of England becomes an avid reader late in life, and it changes everything within her and without her. Absolute pleasure.
Film: "Michael Clayton". I loved this movie, and it has one of the greatest final scenes I have seen in many a long year. George Clooney and Tilda Swinton are fantastic, and Tom Wilkinson should get all the Oscars this year.
Music: I have to give it up for the Boss. "Magic" is pretty great, and the opening track is worth the price of admission. I have undending respect for Springsteen, who knows who he is and lets that knowledge underpin everything he does.
I've also been enjoying the New Radicals. I don't know how I missed this record the first time around, but it's Pure Pop for us Now People. Reminds me of Crowded House, and that can only be good. I've also dipped back in to Arvo Part, although if I'm already feeling a bit down, he can be a bit dangerous. Love those people.
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Book: "The Kite Runner", by Khaled Hosseini. So many people told me to read this book, but I was just not interested, and I'm not sure why. Then I read it. It is breathtakingly beautiful, poetic, painful and redemptive. This is Mr. Hosseini's first novel, which is kind of unbelievable. He had THIS in him his whole life and waited to write it? I stand in awe. The book has been made into a film, about to be released, and I encourage you to read it before seeing the film. I did not understand what happened to Afghanistan and Afghan culture when the Taliban took control, and that event serves as a backdrop for this story, which is really the story of two little boys, and what happens to them.
Film: "La Vie En Rose". Well, I can't say I ENJOYED this, but it does have its merits. The life of Edith Piaf is far too tragic to make for a film that you enjoy in the traditional sense, but the actress who portrays her.. wow. What an amazing performance. And it was great to get an overview of her music, although by the second hour of the film, Mr. L was muttering to the screen 'Just DON'T SING'. Okay, this doesn't sound like a recommendation as such, but it's an extremely well-acted, interesting and painful 2 and a half hour journey into the life of Edith Piaf.
Music: "Civilians", Joe Henry. My friend Joe is a restless American, a deep thinker, a great poet, a musical juggernaut and a Gentleman and A Scholar.
I love this record. Two standouts are "Parker's Mood", which made me cry, and "Our Song". I had the pleasure and honor of witnessing the process of writing "Our Song" firsthand, as he sent his original prose on the subject for my perusal. I am deeply inspired and moved by Joe's truth-seeking and seemingly effortless access to those deep creative forces (what some might call God, what some might call Meaning). This record is such a gem. It's not just entertainment, it's important.
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Music Crowded House, live at the Beacon Theater, August 8, 2007. I was so happy to be sitting in this audience. I revere Neil Finn, and the entire band was in wonderful form. It was loose, it was great, it was inspiring. I have never heard them live, although I've been a fan for many years. When I fell in love with Mr. L, I listened obsessively to two songs: "And I Fell" by World Party and "Fall at Your Feet" by Crowded House. (Interesting, those allusions to falling...). To hear "Fall at Your Feet" live, singing along with Mr. L at my side on a hot summer night, was a moment of magic. |
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Book I'm currently reading John Hockenberry's 'Moving Violations'. I have great admiration for this superb journalist and his humor, lack of self-pity and keen eye for reporting, both in the outside world and the even more complicated landscape of the heart, mind and body. This is an inspiring book, written with as much literary and emotional integrity and creativity as the man himself.
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Film "2 Days in Paris". Julie Delpy is quite the renaissance woman. She wrote, directed and starred in this film. I think she even wrote some of the music.
This film, on surface, isn't about anything of great import—she takes her boyfriend to visit her parents in Paris for two days, and runs into various old boyfriends, and several obnoxious taxi drivers, and has an allergic reaction to a mussel. But there is something really compelling about this film. Her attention to detail is fantastic, and her feel for dialogue is so natural, and so much fun. The repartee she has with her boyfriend (Adam Goldberg) is heady and breathtaking. Her parents are played by her real parents, both French actors, and they are wonderful.
Favorite environmental website at the moment: Greendimes.com. Get yourself removed from dozens of catalogs, reduce your junk mail, and save a few thousand trees!
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Book Kurt Andersen's "Heyday". I haven't enjoyed a novel this much in a very long time. Kurt is absolutely fastidious with the details of life in 1848, and it is particularly fascinating to visit New York City in that time. I love historical novels anyway, but this one is very special. The narrative is seamless, and, as I said, the near obsessive attention to detail is right up my alley. It's going to be hard to find something else this satisfying next month.
Music Kind of a diverse month. I've been listening to Loudon Wainwright III's 'History', 'Turandot' with Maria Callas, Glenn Gould's complete Goldberg Variations, and I just got into Wilco's Blue Sky. I feel a little dizzy, going from Maria Callas to Jeff Tweedy, and I like it that way. All good stuff.
Film Hands down: "The Live Of Others". This isn't just a great film, and I don't use the word 'great' loosely, this is an important film. The story of a Stasi secret policeman in East Berlin in the 1970's who wiretaps a writer and his actress girlfriend, and whose life is completely changed by what he overhears. It won the Oscar for best foreign film this year, with good cause. Deeply moving.
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Book: I met Dr. Oliver Sacks at a party recently, and I was as excited as a fifteen year old meeting Justin Timberlake. When I came home that night, I got online and ordered a book of his I didn't have, "MIgraine". As a migraine sufferer, I love his whole body-mind-spirit approach to migraines, and his respect for the mystery of the neurological storm they cause. I can't say I'm happy to get migraines, but I feel a little special, having Dr. Sacks write about them.
I've also been enjoying Alice Munro's 'Runaway'. She is one of my top five favorite writers, and this book doesn't disappoint. |
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Music: It's been a great month for music. I have gotten into Arcade Fire ("The Arcade Fire" and "Funeral") and Of Montreal ("Satanic Panic in the Attic") and have been inspired by them. I can't say I totally love everything each band does, but it's been an interesting journey with these records. I've had to open a few neural pathways heretofore rather sticky, and it's been good for me.
I have also completely loved, with all my heart, a record called "Misterioso", with compositions by Valentin Silvestrov, Arvo Part, Galina Ustvolskaya, Alexei Lubimov, Alexander Trostiansky and Kyrill Rybakov. The piece by Arvo Part, called "Spiegel im Spiegel", is so painfully beautiful that I had to turn it off the first time I heard it, pause, catch my breath, and start it over more prepared to hear something that makes every cell in your body ache.
I have also loved "Elegy for the Uprooting", by Eleni Karaindrou. This record is a live concert recorded in Athens in 2005. It is extraordinarily beautiful.
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Film: Well, I took some kids to see "Bridge to Terabithia", which was really good but made me cry. I also watched "Wit" again, for the first time in years. Emma Thompson is remarkable, but this also made me cry. I'm looking for some mindless chick flick entertainment. |
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Film: I saw a lot of films on these transatlantic flights in the last month and I think my favorite was 'The Departed'. Okay, I did have to cover my eyes a few times as it gets pretty violent, but it is such a compelling, moving story. I really loved it and I think this is Scorsese's year. I think Leonardo DiCaprio is the most underrated actor in the world. He was superb.
Book: my dear friend, Adriana Trigiani, who is a one-woman empire, a force of nature, a Venus Genius, wrote this great series of books. The first was 'Big Stone Gap', several years ago, and the latest is "Home To Big Stone Gap", which I just finished. I loved it. I love Adri's natural way of writing and her feel for her characters. You can tell she loves them, and it makes you love them, too. I hated to leave Ave Maria Mulligan McChesney, but she'll be on the big screen soon as Adri has written the screenplay and is already in pre-production. I told you she was an empire.
Music: I have been listening obsesively to Brahms, played by Elisabeth Leonskaja. The particular recording I am in love with is on 222 Recordings, and it includes Opus 116-119.
Sublime.
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Book: I decided there were too many classics and not enough time, so I've gone back into the original list I made for myself many years ago of essential books to read before I die. I have started with "A Portrait of the Artist As A Young Man" by James Joyce, and I've also picked up "Moby Dick", but trying to read both at once is giving me vertigo. So Herman Melville will have to wait for me to finish with Joyce. Is it redundant and obvious to say that reading Joyce is like giving your mind a bath? Think of your mind as a toddler who has been out playing in the mud for about two weeks, and Joyce is the perfect mother who takes the toddler in and runs a nice warm bubble bath, and cleans off every last trace of filth. Okay, think of yourself as an adult toddler who has been playing in the mud of popular culture, reading 'People' magazine and celebrity trash, and poorly executed memoirs/emotional vomitus, and Joyce is the owner of the Ultimate Spa, who will remove every last trace of dangling participles, narcissism, split infinitives and obsession with television actors from the folds and creases of your body and mind. Think of Joyce as someone who would cringe at the above metaphor. I almost feel like I don't deserve him. He's James Joyce. |
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Music: Everyone keeps asking me for the list of 100 Essential Country Songs my father gave me when I was 18 years old. In due time, my friends, in due time.
In the meantime, I am very proud of my husband, Mr. L, and the work he has done with Shawn Colvin on her new record "These Four Walls". My particular favorite: "Venetian Blue".
I have also been loving Tim and Neil Finn in every possible record and venue. They never cease to inspire me as a songwriter.
Also, I was in a restaurant in New Hampshire a couple weeks ago, and they played the band Morphine over the sound system the whole time we were having lunch. I forgot how much I like that band.
At this very moment, I am listening to Queen, as my son feels it is the best background music in which to launch a toy dinosaur attack against a castle full of plastic insects.
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Film: I haven't gone to see many films lately, only "Hollywoodland" and "Open Season". "Hollywoodland", although well-done and interesting, was just too depressing. It raised all kinds of questions for me about the life you want and the life you have, how to be gracious when you get what you want but when what comes with it carries a high price, etc. etc. I did think Ben Affleck and Diane Lane were very good. I saw "Mission Impossible 3" on an airplane and it was a lot of fun. Ka-boom. |
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Music: "Uncle Rock Plays Well With Others." The second disc from my friend Robert Burke Warren, aka Uncle Rock, is so much fun. My seven year old and I had an Uncle Rock-fest last night and listened to the record three times straight through. If you have kids in the single-digits in your household, I highly recommend both Uncle Rock records. My fave songs off this new one are 'Picnic in the Graveyard' and "Rock and Roll Babysitter'. Your seven year old will love this, and you'll be happy to find music for kids that doesn't condescend.
Oh, I've been listening to a lot lately: Josh Ritter ('The Animal Years'), Nick Drake, Tori Amos, Eva Cassidy..... yeah, you got it. I'm retro. Josh Ritter gives me hope for the future, however. What a great songwriter.
I've also enjoyed the new Pretenders boxed set (do you not think "Brass in Pocket" one of the greatest rock and roll songs ever, ever?) and I found Lori McKenna's record, "Bittertown", to be really interesting. She is a superb lyricist. Radio Paradise on iTunes plays some GREAT music. What a pleasure to find that station.
Most of all this month, I have been humbled by how great Wilco is. I played a festival with them in Ottawa, and stayed to watch their set. Jeff Tweedy reminded me, before he went on, of Golden Smog's cover of my song "Seven Year Ache". I had failed to connect the dots there.
What a truly great band. They remind me of a post-modern version of The Band. I say that with the highest regard.
Book: "The Afterlife", by Donald Antrim. It's not what you think. This is a memoir of Antrim's mother. More specifically, it's a memoir of his life before and after his mother, and how he carries that mother--an alcoholic and breathtaking narcissist--around inside his psyche. He's a wonderful writer; dark, funny, insightful, poetic. I really enjoyed this book.
Film: Can I recommend "An Inconvenient Truth" two months in a row? It's that important.
For sheer summer guilty pleasure, I loved "The Devil Wears Prada". I would actually go see a film of Meryl Streep sleeping, but this is so much fun. She is just fantastic. The movie is a great chick flick, not quite as good as "Bridget Jones", but it'll do when the longing for chick flick-ness arises.
Favorite stop this summer: Paris. Mais oui. I stayed at the Relais Christine with two of my kids after the band and crew went back home, and we had the most lovely few days wandering around, eating at Laduree, going to the Cluny museum.
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