Now that at least everyone I know seems to have checked in safe and well, I wasn’t sure whether to do a Halloween post or a post-Frankenstorm gratitude post, so I figured I’d combine the two. Here’s a handful of fun movies that were set when the weather was less than balmy. Continue reading
Like most people, I had a goth phase. At the time – the mid-90s – we had Poppy Z Brite instead of Twilight, which was effectively the same thing but with softcore homoerotic porn for heterosexual girls. The improbably beautiful industro-gothic boys in the book lived in New Orleans and listened to jazz, and so I found myself setting my alarm clock radio to Jazz FM, which woke me up at 7am every morning to Lullaby of Birdland. That is the beginning, middle and end of my knowledge of jazz.
People who do know about jazz have probably heard of experimental world-fusion cornetist Don Cherry, Neneh’s father. She covers his material here, along with songs by Suicide and Martina Topley-Bird and others. You might think an album of jazz covers would result in sterile coffee-table music, but it’s actually a warm, inviting sort of a record with lots of interesting twiddly bits for those that like that sort of thing. If you’re like me with little patience for noodly meanderings, Cherry’s rich voice will be the point of focus, along with that wonderful vibrant double bass. Continue reading