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I’ve been listening to Gal Costa’s 1973 album India. It’s fabulous. It’s taking me out of my normal bossa and samba-jazz zones, into what I guess is a mix of traditional Brazilian music and MPB.

And this track, Relance, is a great example of that. Written by famed artist/composer Caetano Veloso, it’s based around a very funky and folksy cyclic accordion pattern. Both very trad’, and weirdly modernist. Something a lot of MPB I’ve encountered does.

The nearest I’ve come to this previously is in Marcos Valle’s later – by which I mean post ‘pure bossa’ stuff – from the late’60s a d into the ‘70s. That is also all over the map. And I love it. I se se B-road new vistas opening before me.

It can be b-b-bewildering. There’s so much to explore! B-b-butt… returning to Gal Costa, it doesn’t half help, as a way into her music, that she’s an absolutely b-b-bewitching siren!

I don’t recall now how it came up, but we had our pal Patrick over at the weekend, and at one point he mentioned the ‘jarring’ propaganda imagery of a famous ‘Hitler with Bambi’ type photo shoot.

I had my typical near allergic reaction to this contemporary pietist platitude, and went off on a rant about how I can’t abide the demonisation of Der Führer. And whilst this might initially seem foolish or shocking, there is – I feel – a very serious point that needs to be made, on this, erm… axis.

That point is, in a nuthatch (as Count Arthur Strong has it), that to demonise Adolf – who was ultimately just another human being – is to be guilty of his greatest sin against humanity. And that is to demonise anyone at all, by trying to deny or erase their humanity.

This strikes me as always good to remember. But maybe particularly so right now, what with the post-WWII legacy of the creation of the modern state of Israel, and how the latter is, right now, getting very heavily and dangerously into its own seemingly genocidal program, as certain powerful/ruling sections of Jewish society seek to obliterate all that is or once was Palestine, or the Palestinians.

I might also add that the mere mention of Hitler and The Nazis can have a rather sad but simultaneously comical effect on people’s abilities to think, or to even countenance or contemplate thought – often outright dismissing the need for it, as a shorthand response to the invocation of these present day Demons – a subject rather wonderfully lampooned, in ways, by a Viz Comic Ken Livingstone strip:

FOOTNOTE

As per usual, whilst writing this post, other stuff comes to my notice. Two of my favourite historical subjects – Napoleon and Hitler – are, between them, responsible for, or rather the subject of, seemingly inexhaustible fascination, leading in turn to whole industries in print.

The latest enormous written work on Adolf to come to my attention is Hitler’s Itinerary, by Harald Sandner. I believe the book/research has also spawned an online documentary series (view a trailer for that here). I’ll have to check that out. I haven’t checked this link yet, but it might either be the book, or at least some portion of it…

Anyway, for the moment this is just a place-marker, to remind myself of these books/programmes, etc. And not a deep dive into the subject of good and evil, or the demonisation of either individuals or whole groups of people.

* Apparently this photo recently sold, at auction somewhere in America, for around $11,000. Taken by Hitler’s personal photographer, Heinrich Hoffman, it commemorates and celebrates his friendship with a girl named Rosa, who Hitler knew full well had Jewish ancestry. Rosa didn’t die in a gas chamber, succumbing instead to spinal polio, in 1943.

It would seem that Hitler’s friendship with Rosa was the subject not just of this one photo, but of many. Indeed, a number of such images were made into a series of postcards, and used in the popular small photo-book collections of images of Hitler that his Third Reich propaganda ministry flogged to an eager public.

Eventually, and predictably, by 1938, Hitler’s cronies secured a ban on Rosa and her mother visiting Hitler. Because, of course, of her insufficiently ‘pure’ Aryan bloodline. Nazism in dolorous – if not most evil – action. I’ve read online that their friendship went back to 1933, or even earlier. And that in all that time Adolf had been aware of her having a Jewish grandparent.

Do these images, and their ‘hidden history’, tell us anything? Are they proof of anything, either Hitler’s occasionally more amiable humanity, or the inconsistencies of his less reasonable inhumanity? Those are questions this post touches on, but doesn’t address.

Wow! What a bonkers thing this is…

I like strange films. Well, I quite like some strange films. And I think this is one of those I, um… dig.

It’s Mexican, and it’s from way back, in ‘77.

There are several recurring characters in this quite bizarre and possibly rather surrealist film. The guy above, with his black outfit, goggles, and vintage bicycle. A youngster in an American style football outfit (I think… a girl?).

And there are also numerous characters from history, some specific (Cortes and Frida Kahlo, for example), and some more generalised (Klu Klux Klansmen, Jewish children, soldiers, footballers, etc).

Then there’s the visual and sonic aesthetics. Visually I’d say this is stunning. In places an outright pictorial masterpiece. And sonically it’s very interesting as well. There are strongly emphasised (over-emphasised?) sound effects, such as the tinkling bells in the naked belly dancer sequence, and amazing use of music, mostly ‘classical’, some folk.

I skimmed through the entire movie this evening, watching certain segments more fully than others, and gathering images for this post. I’d really love to watch this, either online, on DVD, or however, at a properly high or cinematic resolution.

I was able to watch what looks like a transfer from video, here…

Quite a lot of the film is shot in a very arid bleak desert like setting. But other parts are very contrasted, such as the verdant and watery place – pictured both above and below – or the several intriguing buildings.

Mexico is, it would appear, ripe with settings that make for very rich visual imagery.

There are times when visually I’m reminded of certain artists, from a very spare minimalist take on Breughel or Bosch, to Impressionism, or Surrealism.

I wonder if there’s any info online about the locations the films uses?

A number of themes run like threads throughout, and range from good and evil, to religion, militarism, power and conquest, and Hispanic or Mexican culture and traditions.

And, without making a big deal about it, the human body – very notably in the opening sequence (referencing nakedness and shame) – is used in a very bold, loose and fascinating manner.

A striking degree of gender plasticity – particularly with females in male roles – partakes more of long-standing older folksier traditions, albeit reversing the usual trad’ sex-swap roles (where men or young boys played female parts), than it does of modern transgender politics. It’s not quite pantomime, but it’s on that axis

What it’s all about, I have as yet no real idea. As well as the Auschwitz/Holocaust reference, earlier in the film, there’s a segment nearer the tail end of the movie, that suddenly and inexplicably changes from Spanish, which one might expect in a Mexican movie, to German.

Some weirdo art-house stuff is, frankly, unwatchable. This, however, I found both compelling and fascinating, if also rather discombobulating. It’s certainly odd. And in large parts it’s also mesmerically beautiful.

It’s also a refreshing reminder of how film can stray a long way from the pulpy mainstream stuff we’re continually bombarded with. Fascinating!

FOOTNOTE

This film was directed by Rafael Corkidi, who did the cinematography for a few of Alejandro Jodorowsky’s movies. I’ll have to revisit my Jodorowsky box, and check them out… (again?).

PS

As a further wee footnote, whilst trying to learn more about this film, I discovered that Emperor Tomato Ketchup isn’t just the name of a 1996 Stereolab album. It was a Japanese experimental film, long before that, way back in ‘71. Apparently it shares some thematic elements with Pafnucio Santo, but takes everything to more controversial extremes.

* A rare original pressing, of the album as initially intended, sans front-cover text.

Having Canadian ancestry, and relatives that still live there, it’s perhaps not too surprising that I should, at some point, become aware of Gordon Lightfoot. What is surprising is how long this has taken.

Sit Down, Young Stranger (1970) became a big success for the already veteran performer, on account of containing his greatest hit to date. The album title has subsequently been changed to If you Could Read My Mind, on account of the massive popularity of this track.

Up until now, I was only dimly aware of ‘Gord’’. And vague un-tested assumptions had me bracketing him as dull mainstream country-tinged MOR. Will a closer listen change this view, I wonder?

Perhaps motivated by his fairly recent passing, in 2023, aged 84, and the comments on this by Canadian family (a cousin saying Lightfoot was ‘the soundtrack to my life’, for example), I’ve decided I ought to check him out.

And to that end I ordered a CD of his 1970 album, which is, as already mentioned, now retitled If You Could Read My Mind.

Like most – or at least many – folk, I’d guess, I discovered Richie Havens thanks to his Woodstock performance. Slated to appear fifth on the bill, he wound up opening the festival, due to other performers arriving late.

I’ve read that the whole show started three hours late. And I’ve also read, in several quotes from from Richie himself (now deceased), that he played a massively long set – he says three hours!? – due to the no-show of the aforementioned acts.

He alludes to the fact that the movie only features him performing two songs – which research suggests were Handsome Johnny and Freedom/Motherless Child – whilst he actually played many more. I can’t find a list suggestive of his three hour claim, but I did find one place listing these titles:

From The Prison
High Flyin’ Bird
I Can’t Make It Anymore
With A Little Help From My Friends
Handsome Johnny
Freedom/Motherless Child

Whatever the true contents and duration of his set were, his position on the bill, and inclusion in the movie, catapulted the coffee-house folkie-scenester to stardom. Just as it did for some other acts, notably Santana.

I recall my dad having misty-eyed reveries in respect of Havens in particular, back when I was a kid living at home, and I first saw the Woodstock movie. It had a pretty profound influence on me, back then.

Over the years I’ve occasionally dipped into Havens’ bag. But only ever very lightly and superficially. I feel the time has come to check him out a bit more thoroughly. Whether I actually will or not, remains to be seen. But the interest/desire is there.

Ironically it was kickstarted by the very recent discovery of Kathy Smith, and esp’ her second album, artfully titled 2, which was released on Havens’ own small independent record label, Stormy Forest.

Perhaps somewhat surprisingly, the label appears to still exist. At any rate, there’s a website of that name. Check it out here.

I seem to have had a cold, or ongoing allergic reaction, for the last three or four weeks. I’m sneezing all the time. And it’s fucking annoying! Indeed, it leaves me feeling, utterly washed out and drained. And I wonder, do I have an allergy to life?

I’m a member of a FB local history group. Someone posted a link to a national database of aerial photos. I checked out a few of March, to see if I could find our home.

Sadly I can’t work out how to download the full scale photo. So both images in this post are screenshots off my iPhone. Hardly ideal! At the top is the full photograph. And below is a zoom in on Creek Rd.

Rather confusingly these photos are upside down, in terms of North/South! I’m going to cross reference these images with Google Earth views, and see if I can pinpoint our place.

In the above pic, from Google Earth, north-south alignment is nearer to correct. I was able to find ours, thanks to it being end of terrace, and next door to a house with a different roof structure/pattern.

The tennis courts and some other recreational green spaces (middle right, on the above image), behind The Conservative Club – which abut our back garden – are in better condition in these old photographs than they are now.

The third, or lower section (actually the northernmost!), is quite a neat area in the black and white image, above. Now, however, it’s an overgrown scrubby wilderness. I wonder if it might be returned to a nicer state, for the benefit of those, like us, living around it?

I was trying to find photos of Ira Newborn from around the time of Police Squad. And, you know how the interweb is, I was soon reading about Cathy Smith’s part in the demise of Jon Belushi.

This in turn lead me to stumble upon ‘60s folksy hippie singer Kathy Smith. After releasing two albums on Richie Havens’ Stormy Forrest label, she appears to have sunk without trace.

Read more about her here.

The above-linked piece says she’s been more or less totally forgotten. But it appears that 2 has been released in CD in Korea and Japan.

A look at the musicians credited on 2 makes me want to get it: they include Jan Hammer (Mahavishnu, etc), drummer Bill LaVorgna (all sorts, inc. The Free Design), flautist Jeremy Steig, and percussionist Daniel Ben Zebulon (Stevie Wonder, Isaac Hayes, Richie Havens, etc).

Whilst out delivering today, I passed through Three Holes. A place whose name has always made me chuckle. But today, for the first time (at least as far as I’m aware), I spotted the village sign, as I drove through. It’s a bridge, with three arches; three holes… of course!

And then, later, I had a look at a church I’ve passed several times now, but never stopped to admire. St Mary The Virgin, Ryston. Just outside of Downham Market.

Whilst I was snapping away outside – roundabout when I took the above photo – a chap who lives opposite came out, and offered to open up the church for me, if I wanted… Of course! And thanks Fraser, you’re a gentleman.

Thanks to Fraser, I learned that the church had serious WWII connections… which always fascinates me.

Apparently all the former servicemen have now passed away, save one, an 104 year old former bomber!

Apparently there was a time when the priest or vicar (or whatever he was called… parson!?) lived up in the tower. Apparently accessed at the time by a rope ladder, not the metal ladder that’s there now. Mad, eh!?

I’ve been trying to gradually make our home look more attractive and at the same time less cluttered. It is quite a difficult balancing act. Putting up pictures, whilst not over cluttering the space visually.

There’s also a slight irony in the choice of images. I’m not a massive sci-fi, reader/fan. And most of these postcards are chosen purely on the aesthetics of the postcard book covers. And even then I was actually quite disappointed with the covers that Penguin chose for the set of postcards I bought. 80 or 90% of which I don’t like enough to want to use at all.

So I might reproduce some other book-covers, and frame and hang those? Stuff that better reflects my actual reading habits. Or that I like more on a purely aesthetic level. An example of the latter might be so-and-so’s cover for the 1970sBallantine Books paperback edition of The Worm Ouroboros.

I might describe this top row as a slightly psychedelic selection.

The lower or bottom row, meanwhile, is more in the ‘classic’ vein.

* Which I don’t own. This cover is from an edition for sale on Oxfam’s website. For £75!

I have read some of the old sci-fi classics, like Journey to the Centre of the Earth (this one several times, including on a honeymoon in Italy!), and The Time Machine. Not sure if I’ve read 20,000 Leagues under the Sea?