Herbie Hancock

So today is the birthday of Herbert Jeffrey Hancock, the coolest cat in the universe and my favorite jazz musician.

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Call me Herbie!

Herbie was sought out by Miles Davis to take the piano spot in his second great quintet starting in 1963 when Hancock was only twenty-three. (But that’s nothing; Tony Williams the drummer was seventeen!) Along with bassist Ron Carter, this trio became what I believe was the finest rhythm section in all of jazz. Oh yeah, I said it.

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The quintet at play–herbie, miles, ron, wayne shorter on sax and tony

Even while recording and performing with Miles for the next decade or so, Herbie was already making records of his own as a bandleader and composer. Classically trained, Hancock’s style is melodic and persuasive. His compositions also frequently cross over into funk, soul and pop arenas as they are some of the most accessible of all jazz music–in a good way. He’s one of the prime movers of post-bop jazz, i.e., fusion. If awards are your thing, Herbie’s racked up more grammys than God. Or even Taylor Swift and Michael Jackson. (Herbie’s fourteen is one more than Michael got.)

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Herbie in the seventies with the Headhunters (I think)…

I just love Herbie’s creativity, his joy in music. For people who don’t think they can “get” jazz, I’m convinced he’s the guy to try. Like I said, accessible in a good way. Some day I will do my definitive Herbie Hancock post so look out for that.

T of V ecstatically wishes Mr. Herbie Hancock a beautiful birthday. He’s turning seventy-four today, and still producing great albums year after year. If you don’t know his work, please listen to some today.

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Damn, that man’s got soul. Happy birthday!

A Liberal Doesn’t…

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So as most Americans have realized, there is a deep divide between our two major political parties today; deeper, arguably, then it has ever been. Hell, most of the world has noticed that we can’t get along enough to pass the simplest of matters through our congress anymore, much less the important shit. Is this because of a difference in ideals, morals, ethics or any other pretense that both parties like to invoke, I assume sarcastically? Continue reading

The Hydra in Winter: T of V Reviews a Movie That Just Opened in Theaters!

So yeah, I went to the cinema for one of my bimonthly visits. What did I see?

You can’t seriously be asking me that! A new Marvel movie just came out. Whadja think I saw?

No spoilers ahead….but just barely. Continue reading

Hayao Miyazaki-sama

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Konnichi-wa!

The Wind Rises, the final film from the acclaimed animator Hayao Miyazaki, has recently gotten its wide release in the U.S.

To mark this occasion, I thought I would share my thoughts on the major themes that can be found in Miyazaki’s masterpieces. He’s a director I love so much that I went to Berkeley once and spent a couple hundred bucks just to see him answer some questions and talk about his films.

So let’s get to it. Continue reading

Mein WordPress Kampf, part two: Every Damn Day and Afterwards

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So where were we?

Sometime last November I noticed that just about every blog I looked at was in the midst of NaNoWriMo, or National Novel Writing Month. The goal of this exercise in sadomasochistic blog-flogging is to write a thousand words of a novel every day while also blogging daily about the experience. Continue reading

Fred Phelps

So Fred Phelps died Wednesday from what I only hope was a very painful and soul-shattering illness.

This is not a tribute. I’m not a believer in Hell, but I hope this piece of shit ends up there.

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A true real-life villain.

Brother Phelps was the founder of the infamous Westboro Baptist Church in Topeka, Kansas. They’re renowned for their proliferation of christian messages like the following:

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This cheerful cunt is the villain’s daughter, Shirley Phelps-Rogers. She will probably try to continue the family business of evil.

Made up almost exclusively of Phelps’ extended family, the WBC boasts only about one hundred members, joyously united in bigotry and vileness. It is not actually affiliated with any sane religion. (I’ve been to a Baptist church when I lived in the south. I thought they were nuts, but not evil.) As a matter of fact, Phelps considered it a great sin for anyone to preach of God’s love and forgiveness. Phelps once scornfully told a reporter “Can you preach the bible without preaching the hatred of God? The answer is absolutely not.” This paragon was certain that god had nothing but hatred and contempt for those who strayed from his version of morality.

These lowlifes used to crawl out of their holes and picket funerals of gays, waving nauseating signage in the bereaved’s faces. WBC first got national recognition for protesting the funeral of Matthew Shepard, a young gay man who was viciously beaten to death in 1998 by people who considered themselves christian.

Phelps’ followers also took to picketing the funerals of soldiers killed in Afghanistan and Iraq, interpreting these deaths as god’s judgment on America’s growing tolerance of gays. They even crashed celebrity funerals ‘cos publicity, yo? These people are fundamentally fucked-up and doctrinally disgustipating.

In celebration of a person’s life, I would normally suggest raising up your glass. Fred Phelps did not live a life worth celebrating. So how to commemorate the death of an evil, disgusting man?

T of V proposes that each one of you grab a person of the same sex and give them a passionate kiss, gay or not. Or at least hug a same-sex person. And may that be Fred Phelps’ last view of earth as he is dragged down to fucking hell.

Amen.

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Kiss my fabulous ass!