I'm about halfway through John Jeremiah Sullivan's essay collection Pulphead, and finding it completely mesmerizing. His essay on Michael Jackson sent me last night to this uncanny clip.
Life vicissitudes of A Very Young Dancer.
The uncanny red landscapes of Kodak Aerochrome.
Bret McKenzie of Conchords fame has written three songs for the new Muppets movie (the piece is by Adam Sternbergh). Writing for Disney has its constraints:
For example: At one point, McKenzie wrote a lyrical joke for Kermit, in which he would sing, “I remember when I was just a little piece of felt.” That didn’t fly. “I was told: ‘You’re not allowed to do that. The Muppets have always existed. You can’t break down their world.’ ” Another rule: Frogs and bears and pigs can talk, but penguins and chickens can’t. They can cluck or squawk musically, but they can’t say words. “So I was like, ‘Can we get the penguins to sing?’ And they’d say: ‘No. Penguins don’t sing.’ ”Last night I saw the slight but charming She Kills Monsters at the Flea; afterwards, the place we usually eat at after a show at the Flea was closed for a private party, so we checked out White & Church. The menu is quite limited and the space and set-up give the feel more of a bar than a restaurant as such, but the food is superb.