if i thought you were listening, i'd never say a word

I saw Bert Stern's movie when I was seventeen. It was playing at the Screen on Baker Street. It didn't turn me on to any more jazz t...

Good God, ZE Records! There's a name from the past. Kid Creole and the Coconuts. Was Not Was. Big at the time, known only to ageing afic...

James Bond was, in a phrase at the time, the man all men wanted to be and all women wanted to have. I have fond memories of a small book tha...

  Once the temperature goes over 80F or so, I go into survival mode. I can't really think ahead too far. And when I do try to visit my o...

Robert McKee's criticism of Betty Blue was that it had no story: it was two hours of watching someone fall deeper into a violent madnes...

I have been blogging since April 2009. Over sixteen years. I started it with the intention of writing about the things I was doing and the t...

  On a rare afternoon when I could take the pollen. And then not for long.