Sure Looks Hot

Taken from cockpit of Air National Guard C-130 preparing to drop fire retardant on forest fire near Fresno, California on August 29, 2017.  From Strategy Page.

Cool, And Not Cool

Keeping your cool.  Watch it all the way.

This guy doesn't even break a sweat.#WaitForIt pic.twitter.com/XhNMBTqtG9

— D Attenborough (@Attenboroughs_D) September 11, 2017

And not cool:

A Coolidge man remained hospitalized Friday after surviving a rattlesnake bite to the face while trying to show off to friends at a party by attempting to cook the reptile on the barbecue.

Louis Armstrong Tells Off Ike

Sixty years ago yesterday.  In the wake of tension over integration of public schools in Little Rock, Arkansas.  For the backstory, read this THC post from 2012.  Newspaper courtesy of the Louis Armstrong Museum in Queens.  Go visit!

Los Lobos: The Wolves Survive

 
We last saw Los Lobos perform in 1987, headlining a show at Great Woods in Massachusetts at which The Smithereens were the opening act.  We caught up with them again on Friday night at the refurbished Criterion Theatre in Bar Harbor, Maine.

Los Lobos formed in East Los Angeles in the early 1970s when singer/guitarist/composer David Hidalgo met Louie Perez (guitar) in high school.  Soon joined by Cesar Rosas (guitar) and Conrad Lozano (bass), and Steve Berlin (sax and keyboards) in 1984, they toiled away for a decade before beginning to break through with Will The Wolf Survive? in 1984, becoming a huge act with the release of the soundtrack for the film La Bamba, the biopic about Richie Valens, in 1987.

Although La Bamba hit #1, Los Lobos continued to follow its own path, with an eclectic mix of music, refusing to be categorized.  Though never repeating the commercial success of La Bamba, they've continued to make new and good music for the past 30 years.  I've always thought of The Band and Creedence Clearwater Revival as making Americana music.  I put Los Lobos in the same category.  They've taken the elements of The Band and CCR and added some updates reflecting modern America. Listening to their records you hear straight ahead rock n roll, blues, folk, and traditional Mexican, with dashes of zydeco, jazz and country, along with occasional REM style jangling guitars.  They sing about faith and the struggles of people while having fun at the same time.

The lineup we saw on Friday included drummer Enrique "Bugs" Gonzales who joined in 2011 and, though missing the dynamic Cesar Rosas, delivered a fine show.  Hidalgo's tenor voice was as strong as it was decades ago; it's still one of the great instruments in American music, and the band can really rock.  Berlin had some fine sax solos and Hidalgo and Perez traded guitar licks, peaking with searing work on a cover of Neil Young's Cortez The Killer.

We had a wonderful time at the concert; I only wish the set included some of the more offbeat songs and lovely ballads from their repertoire, a couple of examples of which you can listen to below:






And the guys in the band really don't like Paul Simon.  For why read this.

Wind River

We saw it last night.  We are definitely not moving to Wyoming.

Acting: Good performances by all, including the astonishingly uncharismatic Jeremy Renner as a tracker and hunter working for the Fish & Wildlife Service, Elizabeth Olsen, the Olsen non-twin, as an FBI agent and native Floridian, Graham Greene, an actor who makes every film he appears in better, as the tribal police chief, and Gil Birmingham as the grieving father of the girl whose death on the Wind River reservation sets the plot in motion.

Screenplay: Dialogue, when we could understand it, veered wildly from solid to overly simple and also included too much forced revelation of backstory. 

Plot: Because so much of the dialogue was incomprehensible, it was difficult at times to tell who was who and who had done what to whom.  If you know what I mean.

Best Line:  The tribal police chief responding to the FBI agent's suggestion they get backup; "This isn't the land of backup Jane, it's the land of you're on your own."

Summary:  Decent film, primarily because of performances.  Wanted it to be better.  It wasn't.

Awards:

Most incomprehensible dialogue in a non-Christopher Nolan film.  Perhaps they speak a different language in Wyoming.  I saw it with four other people.  None of us could decipher much of the dialogue.  Should have had subtitles.

Most off-putting tagline at end of film.  Tacked on to a good closing scene it completely spoiled the mood, though obviously intended to convey the message this was a "serious" film.

Movie that most makes you want to drive a snowmobile at 80 mph.  U.S. winner only.  Global award retired 20 years ago by Jackie Chan's First Strike. 

Best medical explanation of why it is not good to run fast in the snow at -20F in your bare feet.

Best misdirection through editing by use of a couple of very short cuts to one individual.  Happens towards end of film and involves local non-tribal police officer.  I thought the movie was being overly obvious about what was going to happen but that's what they were trying to make you think.  They then took things in a different direction.

Most ludicrous gunfight inserted to work screenplay out of plot trouble in supposedly serious film.

Film most disliked by Wyoming Office of Tourism.

Here's the trailer (bonus - you can actually understand the dialogue!)

Selling Stonehenge

In 1915 you could have purchased Stonehenge, along with 6400 acres on the Salisbury Plain and a sumptuous country home. for 6600.  I learned this from a recent article in the British journal Country Life, which documents the life and property of England's upper class, and carried the original adverts for the property's sale more than a century ago.

The oddest thing from today's perspective is according to the 1915 brochure the Stonehenge portion of the property was really an afterthought.  Take a look at the full ad:


Fortunately the lot containing Stonehenge was purchased for 6600 British Pounds (somewhere between $650,000 and $4 million in today's dollars) by Cecil Chubb who gifted it to the nation in 1918.  Born in a nearby village, the son of the local saddler and harness maker, Chubb attended Christ College, Cambridge and became a wealthy barrister.

The Country Life article also includes a picture of the site and neighboring roadway taken in 1977. 


1977 was the year THC along with the future Mrs THC visited Stonehenge.  Arriving before the site opened in the morning, Mrs THC ventured onto the property where she was evicted by a local policeman.  Somewhere we have photos and someday we may find them.