A belated Happy Thanksgiving! Cold and flu crud have hit me hard, so I've been tossing around in bed watching old movies and SNL re-runs.
Somebody at work told me this week -- out of the blue -- "You know, you never really run into anyone who hates Stevie Ray Vaughan." I've never really thought about it, but he was right. However, I run into people all the time who don't GET Bruce Springsteen, who can't STAND Springsteen.
I always tell these folks to sit and LISTEN. Don't be spoon-fed. Listen, for example, to his newly-written theme song to The Wrestler, a movie I'm eagerly awaiting.
The narrator has been battered and bruised beyond comprehension, yet he keeps trudging through this life. How can anyone who's been through rough times listen to this song and not identify? And how can anyone not appreciate the spare beauty Springsteen the lyrics and music evoke?
This looks like a winner. Very much looking forward to the return of Mickey Rourke. (Plus with The Boss singing the theme song, what else can you ask for?)
William Eggleston, the mildly eccentric (see Michael Almereyda's terrific 2006 documentary, William Eggleston in the Real World) and wonderful photographer from Memphis, has a show at the ultra prestigious Whitney Museum of American Art in NYC that runs until January 25, 2009. (Info is here.)
I'd love to scrape up some change and make a weekend trip to the Big Apple to see it. Unfortunately, it'd take a lot of change.