Great to see the enactive torch going through its paces — co-developed by the very excellent Tom Froese. Stay tuned for Tom’s review of Dan Hutto and Erik Myin’s Radicalizing Enactivism: Basic Minds without Content to appear in the Journal of Mind and Behavior.
I’m not anal enough to have my disks alphabetized — how else would one randomly find stuff! Anyway, well before Nils joined the E-Street Band and before Springsteen’s break out album of ’75 (Born to Run) I thought Nils should have been as big as what BS did eventually become. Who could forget the elegiac “Keith Don’t Go (Ode to the Glimmer Twin)” — though I recall it as coinciding with Keef’s Toronto bust of ’77 Nils’ song is listed as ’75. Nils was always a great interpreter of others, even his parent’s music. He really should have been inducted into inducted into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame as NL.
Bruce Springsteen has frequently introduced Nils Lofgren as the “greatest, most overqualified” second guitarist in rock & roll. And Lofgren will certainly be remembered as one of the great team players, first as second chair to Neil Young, more recently with the E Street Band. The fact that the Rolling Stones wanted him to replace Mick Taylor and those early tours leading Ringo Starr’s band blurs the fact that Lofgren has created some terrific music of his own. This 2003 release is his fifth official live album, and while not quite the raucous affair that 1977’s Night After Night, it still proves Lofgren to be a formidable talent as a guitarist, singer, songwriter, and bandleader. The set list touches on more obscure moments from his career, dating back to four tunes from his early trio Grin, one from his debut LP, and a touching tribute to long-deceased Crazy Horse co-guitarist Danny Whitten via the latter’s “I Don’t Want To Talk About It.” Lofgren produces a wonderful guitar sound–and covers of “The Star Spangled Banner” and Roberta Flack’s “First Time Ever I Saw Your Face” (a studio bonus track) reveal that he still possesses one of the more beautiful and soothing voices in all of rock music — Bill Holdship.
“Just look at my sweater, you disgusting monster.”
“Only the most flamboyant offal would be seen in a miscarriage like that. You must have some shame or at least some taste in dress.”
“You awful creature. You huge thing.”
“I will probably spend several years at the Eye, ear, Nose, and Throat Hospital having this attended to,” Ignatius said, fingering his ear. “You may expect to receive some rather staggering medical bills each month. My corps of attorneys will contact you in the morning wherever it is that you carry on your questionable activities. I shall warn them beforehand that they may expect to see and hear anything. They are all brilliant attorneys, pillars of the community, aristocratic Creole scholars whose knowledge of the more surreptitious forms of living is quite limited. They may even refuse to see you. A considerable lesser representative may be sent to call upon you, some junior partner whom they’ve taken in out of pity.”
“My sweater cost me forty dollars,” the young man said. He felt the word portion that had been scraped by the cutlass. “Are you prepared to pay for it?”
“Of course not. Never become involved in an altercation with a pauper.”
“Perhaps we should both drop the idea of legal recourse. For an event so auspicious as a courtroom trial, you would probably get completely carried away and appear in a tiara and evening gown. An old judge would grow quite confused. Both of us would doubtlessly be found guilty on some trumped up charge.” (p. 214).
One of the most insightful industry commentators talks about the Popcorn “bomb” and the company I’m involved with — mediAm.
“Everyone has an anthropology,” wrote Walker Percy, right on the money as usual. “There is no not having one. If a man says he does not, all he is saying is that his anthropology is implicit, a set of assumptions which he has not thought to call into question.”
James Parker, The Twee Revolution, The Atlantic
Now this is what I call a teacher — the teacher happens to be Toole’s biographer.
Good find — H/T Edmund Neill
Below, my favorite version of one of my favorite pieces of music (To the Memory of an Angel)
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