Thursday, January 27, 2011

Biograph-ically Speaking


Attempting to encapsulate Bob Dylan’s musical career is an unenviable task. Over the course of five decades, Dylan has not only revolutionized popular music (far more broadly than detractors might wish to admit) but also weathered more artistic rises and declines than any other major pop artist. In that time, his work has been sliced and diced into numerous compilations, some of them ostensibly spanning nearly the entirety of his long career, yet none of them make quite as strong a case for his artistry as the 1985 box-set Biograph.

When Biograph came out twenty-five years ago, Dylan had recently released a pair of reasonably good albums (Infidels and Empire Burlesque), but the consensus seemed to be that his career was on the downside. As a result, despite only covering work through 1981, Biograph seemed more like a career summation than a recap of the story so far. In the years since then, starting in earnest with 1997’s Time Out of Mind, Dylan has been on the kind of artistic roll that few pop artists manage, let alone 40+ years into their career. For all that great work from the late-80s through today, though, Biograph remains the release that best balances all the varied sides of Dylan as an artist. Favoring neither the obvious nor the esoteric, this three-disc collection mixes cornerstones of Dylan’s songbook with work that still divides his fans, particularly some from his “born again” period. However, far from being jarring, these combinations allow one to better appreciate Dylan’s enduring gifts as both a writer and performer. A song like “I Believe in You” might be more overtly religious in its lyrical content than some listeners will care for, but there’s no denying the power of Dylan’s vocals or the beauty of its melody. Hearing a song like this in the same sitting as an acknowledged classic such as “Tangled Up in Blue” highlights how true he has been to himself as an artist over the years.

Another highlight of Biograph is the presence of both enjoyable alternate versions of familiar songs and some that had never before been (officially) released in any form. These songs spotlight one of the most curious aspects of Dylan as an artist. Over the years, he’s often been one of the most erratic judges of his own work, letting excellent material sit in the shelf while lesser material is released on his albums. Even since Dylan’s return to artistic prominence, this trait can be seen in the "Bootleg Series" release Tell Tale Signs, a collection of out-takes and alternate versions from 1989 to 2006 that’s virtually the equal of any of the acclaimed albums from recent years.

A case in point on Biograph is “Caribbean Wind”, a fantastic song recorded for the 1981 album Shot of Love. Very similar in tone and approach to 1983's "Jokerman" (and every bit as powerful), it was left off of Shot of Love in favor of a number of forgettable songs and only released four years later. Regardless of the path it took, though, "Caribbean Wind" sounds great on Biograph, all the songs do. Even if this set only covers half of Dylan’s career, what it shows us about why his work matters makes it invaluable collection.

Tuesday, January 25, 2011

Friday, December 31, 2010

A Less Wordy Venue

To those watching/reading, I've decided to move shop to http://logicshouldcountformore.blogspot.com. I think that rolls off the tongue (and mind) a little easier. I'd be grateful if you'd follow me there.

Thursday, December 30, 2010

The Movies That Never Were

Some say that the advent of DVD and the mainstreaming of "special features" has changed the way we watch movies. This is both accurate and unfortunate. Before DVD, when Laserdisc was the aficionados' format of choice, commentaries and other features were similarly aimed at aficionados. Moreover, because the movies that got this kind of enhanced treatment tended to be acknowledged classics, the additional material was often of scholarly interest presented by film historians as often as lead actors.

DVD changed that dynamic very quickly. Not only did prices start relatively low on the software, with just a $5-10 premium over the same title on VHS being commonplace, the hardware also dropped rapidly in price. From the mainstream introduction of the format in 1997 to 2000, players went from costing hundreds of dollars to under $100 for a decent quality machine. Crossing that $100 threshold seemed to break a psychological barrier with consumers as well, because within a few years VHS would be all but extinct.

Certainly, a big part of that shift was the simple fact that the sound and picture were much better than VHS (though not as good as Laserdisc, according to many), but the special features were also a key selling point. Sometimes they seemed to be only selling point, something I saw firsthand as a video buyer for Borders when movies (e.g. 1998's Lost in Space) often would be solicited to us more on the basis of the bonus features than the sub-par movies whose names were on the case.

Which brings us back to the question of whether special features are really a good thing for movie watchers. I've always had mixed feelings about special features. The behind-the-scenes programs are generally self-congratulatory puff-pieces, the deleted scenes reveal themselves to be deleted for a reason and then there are the Death Star of bonus features, director (and/or writer/producer/actor) commentaries. It takes a lot of work to make a movie, even a bad one, but the fact is that for all their hard work most of these people just aren't very interesting in this context.

To the extent that commentaries are interesting, it's usually when the participants talk about how the movie as produced differed from the original intention. It's here that we find the most vexing aspect of DVD special features, rather than adding dimension to the movie on the DVD, they tend to focus attention more on some alternate version of the movie that never was. If it's not deleted scenes showing us things whose removal typically make the movie better, it's a writer telling us in an interview or (worse yet) a commentary about changes that were made to their original vision. Whether or not those changes made the movie better or worse, the bottom line is that they're still talking about a movie that doesn't exist.

This wouldn't be so bad if DVD special special features weren't the focus of so much of what passes for film criticism these days. Even in major newspapers, which should know better, it's not uncommon for "reviews" to spend 90% of their text assessing the DVD features and barely 10% addressing why the film is worth talking about in the first place (as in the Washington Post's recent review of Charlie Chaplin's Modern Times).

One of the silver linings of the current shift to viewing movies online is that special features seem to be less of a focus. While I'm not sure that computer screens or Internet-enabled TVs are the best way to to get a film to a viewer, a process that puts the focus back on the work itself feels like a step in the right direction.

Friday, December 24, 2010

How's That For a "Government Takeover"?

What I'd really like for Christmas is for the shameless and unsubstantiated right-wing lies about "government takeovers" of seemingly everything will start falling on deaf ears. Seriously, it's stunning how oblivious a large chunk of the public is about the reality of these things. As the "tea party" crowd heaps lie upon lie about nationalizing GM or banks, it stuns me how few people realize that these government loans are being paid back with interest. I certainly agree that he government taking ownership stakes in private companies is less than ideal, but surely any sensible person can see these were exceptional (i.e. exceptionally bad) circumstances. More to the point, what was the preferable alternative to the government bail-out of GM? The Obama administration has taken so much flack for not paying enough attention to the dire employment situation, that it's beyond offensive that hose same critics turn around and criticize a measure that clearly saved jobs - ascribing political motives because many of those jobs were in a union that tends to lean Democratic. On reflection, the driving force behind this is actually quite simple. If the right wing pundits actually had an honest debate on the facts, they'd lose. Merry Christmas, America!

Sunday, December 19, 2010

A Christmas Story for Recovering Cynics

Here's a Christmas trifle that involves no actual eating of trifle. I love the idea of Santa Claus and what he represents. At the same time, Christmas is still a day of sadness for so many. I wanted to see if I could split the difference in script form.

That You, Santa? (DPK 2010)

SAM stumbles into her living room with an unwieldy box, which she sets it down before sitting down herself.

SAM: Why didn’t I buy this pre-assembled?

Something, or rather someone, drops down the chimney. Some call him Santa but tonight he goes by NICK.

NICK: Oh, oh, oh!

Nick dusts himself off then looks around and sees Sam.

NICK: What are you doing here?

SAM: It’s my house!

NICK: Well, it’s Christmas Eve, and I have work to do.

SAM: As you can see, so do I.

NICK: Yes, but…you’re not supposed to be here right now. It’s against the tradition.

SAM: So is spending all of Christmas day putting toys together. I need to do this tonight.

Neither of them says anything for a moment.

NICK: Very well, just please stay out of my way.

SAM: That’s not so jolly.

NICK: I’m sure I can find another home for these presents. Your son wasn’t at the top of the “nice” list.

SAM: All right, all right, I was just trying to spread some cheer.

NICK: That’s my department.

SAM: Yeah, I guess it is. Pardon me a minute.

Sam opens the box and takes out the contents, while Nick goes back over to the chimney.

NICK: Donner, 825-Alpha-Two-X-Minus-1.

Something new drops down, which Nick catches.

NICK: Prancer, 297-Delta-Three-Stroke-Seven.

Another item drops, into Nick’s hands.

Nick: Vixen, 621-Omega-Four-Slash-Two.

The process repeats and nick takes the items over to the tree.

SAM: Damn it!

NICK: Something wrong?

SAM: There’s a part missing.

NICK: Which one?

SAM: There’s supposed to be a curved part that’s supposed to go here.

NICK: Oh yes, hold on a moment.

Nick walks back over to the chimney.

NICK: Blitzen, 536-Charlie-Four-Oblique-Dash-Zeta.

A smaller item drops into Nick’s hand.

NICK: This should do it.

SAM: Thanks.

NICK: You’re welcome, spare parts are essential in my line of work.

SAM: I guess they would be.

NICK: Make sure you put a tag on that so he’ll know it’s from you not me.

SAM: It’ll be fine, really.

NICK: You don’t care for the season, do you?

SAM: What does that matter?

NICK: It matters to me. It’s what I do, Sam.

SAM: It isn’t about a present, in case you’re wondering.

NICK: I know.

Sam gets up and doesn’t say anything for a moment.

SAM: The funny thing is that it was easier when she first left. They’d told me the
year before that there wasn’t any…well, you. So, I knew there was no magic in Christmas. It was just another day, just as likely to bring disappointment as any other, so I didn’t have a reason to be angry - or even care. Then, after Martin was born, you did that sponsorship deal so we knew you were real, and the day was magic, just not for me. I don’t want to be angry at you. You always gave me great stuff.

NICK: You always deserved it.

SAM: Thank you. I just…the loss was easier when there was no you, and no Martin, and no need for the day to be special. But there is now, and I want the day to be magic for him, but I still feel like I’m lying to him.

NICK: The day is always magic, Sam. But some things are beyond that, no matter how hard we wish it otherwise.

SAM: Easy for you to say.

NICK: It’s not just talk. I get to bring joy to so many, but I see a lot of hurt as well. I see the hurt that the eyes overlook. I saw it in her too.

SAM: What do you mean?

Nick pauses for a moment, thinking he may have said too much.

NICK: I saw it in your mother. I saw her Christmas Eve when she was leaving. I talked to her.

Sam is surprised.

NICK: I tried to talk her out of it, but she was going.

SAM: Why?

NICK: I really don’t know. Sometimes there is no why. When people are damaged on this inside, what they do on the outside doesn’t always make sense. What I do know is that there was nothing to be done. Neither you or I was going to change what was broken inside her.

Sam thinks this over for a moment.

SAM: I need to finish putting this together.

NICK: Are you alright?

SAM: I guess we’ll see.

NICK: I have to go. I’m a bit behind schedule.

SAM: Yeah, of course, thank you for the part.

NICK: You’re most welcome. Make sure you put a tag on it, so he knows it’s from you.

SAM: Having him think it’s from you wouldn’t be a bad thing; add a bit to the magic of the day.

NICK: Merry Christmas, Sam.

SAM: Merry Christmas.

Wednesday, December 15, 2010

Human Excrement

While the fact that he has served in the military keeps me from calling Lt. Colonel Lakin a coward or an outright disgrace to our country, I am thoroughly disgusted by his actions. Not wanting to go back to a war-zone is understandable, however, no true patriot would hide behind the racially motivated excrement of the birthers to get out of his commitment to serve America (and his fellow soldiers).

http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20101214/ap_on_re_us/us_army_birther_4