Best three sentences in a book review by an 11-year-old of all time of the day

I think it was in the Old West because there were Indians, and it was dusty and stuff. He married this Indian girl, this guy’s daughter, and he kept yelling off a cliff, “I am Pete!” I don’t really don’t know why he was doing that.

— one of the twin daughters of Paul Gleason

Father and son

Now 65, Richard Thompson lives in Pacific Palisades in a cottage with a small pool in back, as well as a modest guesthouse with an island theme — a surfboard lodged in the rafters, sofa cushions with a palm-frond pattern, a mural of Polynesian bathing beauties smiling down from the wall. Teddy briefly lived in the guesthouse when he was first starting out in the music business, but now Richard uses it as a recording studio. As they set up, Richard and Teddy untangled cords and fiddled with equipment. Richard worked barefoot and wore black cargo pants; Teddy, who has his mother’s expensive tastes, wore skinny jeans. They talked about some sounds they were going to try out later that day, including the hurdy-gurdy, of which Richard is a fan. “It’s very easy to play,” Richard said. “It’s simply hard to play well.”

“Which one will you be doing?” Teddy asked.

— Teddy Thompson’s Folk-Rock Family Reunion (Susan Dominus, NY Times Magazine)

Prince, “Partyup”

It’s hard for me to describe at this late date how exciting this was in 1981: funkiest thing around, outstanding antiwar song, all of George Clinton’s promises finally coming true. Prince hasn’t done anything that’s moved me since the 1996 double-shot of Chaos and Disorder and Emancipation, but this is still thrilling and I’m grateful to this site for unearthing it.

http://www.wat.tv/embedframe/104123chuPP3r9868041

Prince – Partyup (Saturday Night Live 1981 !!) sur WAT.tv sélectionnée dans Musique