A friend just tuned me into Song Poems. I’d like to have a poem set to music and sung for me someday. There’s a documentary called Off The Charts: The Song-Poem Story that I must find and watch. Here’s a song poem by the “mozart” of song poems for your Friday…
I had the pleasure of seeing David Byrne and many other well-noted musicians perform the music of the elusive Nigerian synth-funk William Onyeabor at the Warfield. I felt the music. Who is William Onyeabor you say? A Fantastic Man…
A vampire film of substance and swagger infused with elements of past Jarmusch genius. I like his take on being a vampire in the 21st century.
I just watched this special documentary about the Japanese artist couple Ishio and Noriko Shinohara’s 40 year long marriage, their New York living, and the sacrifices made to make art. I fell in love with them almost instantly.
I stumbled upon this mix of Woody Allen film soundtracks while packing up a crate of records from our record sale. I’ve always appreciated his love of old-timey music like ragtime jazz. It makes me feel like I’m strolling through central park or sitting on a lower Manhattan bench marveling at the Brooklyn bridge in the moonlight. Must find some of these tunes on record!
I’ve been on a Hitchcock kick thanks to a dear friend. She suggested I watch Notorious which happens to star two of my favorite old Hollywood heartthrobs Cary Grant and Ingrid Bergman. They both go undercover in order to solve the case. I wish I could go undercover as Ingrid Bergman. Thanks, NMM!
After walking to the Wave Organ, I started my decent into the fog towards Fort Point. I just started reading The Definitive Study of Alfred Hitchcock by François Truffaut which inspired my walk to one of the filming locations in Vertigo. The Hitchcockesque fog added an element of suspense as I walked through Crissy Field past the Marco Di Suvero steel structures to Fort Point. The fog was so thick, I couldn’t see the bridge, just a lone bay swimmer right where Jimmy Stewart saves Kim Novak in Vertigo. The fog gently parted ways and the Golden Gate Bridge slowly emerged as I left. I stopped in the Warming Hut to get warm, read, and write in my journal. It was a magical day spent walking, seeing, and reflecting.
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I finally watched Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid the other evening. Robert Redford and Paul Newman are quite the handsome wild west bank robbing duo. The western landscapes weren’t so bad either. Next up, The Sting!
Dirty Harry was my inspiration for my latest city walk. San Francisco plays a significant role in the film. Seeing the city in the 70s pre Transamerica Pyramid skyline, where the main chase scene relies on pay phones and MUNI is priceless! The scene at the Mt. Davidson cross is at the pinnacle of the chase so I went to see it in person. It was a 7 mile walk roundtrip and worth it. Although, I did mildly scare myself hiking through trees, while the fog was rolling in, with no one around since the film is about a serial killer on the loose.
Exploring the Portola Neighborhood on the way to Mt. Davidson
Views from the top.
The cross was erected to honor of lives of those killed in the Armenian genocide.
From Dirty Harry’s perspective.
Starting the descent toward the tiny houses.