Kamala Harris is an Empath — Donald Trump is a Sociopath
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One candidate is trying to scare bitter people into voting out of fear and resentment toward the world.
The other is appealing to “the better angels of our nature” as Abraham Lincoln so poetically put it 150 years ago.
One candidate sees beauty in the world and in the diversity of humanity — and the other sees evil in others — a projection of himself.
One candidate wants to lift people up — as in, a rising tide lifts all boats.
The other, for purely personal gain, exploits the weak’s resentments and feeling of not fitting in or getting a fair shake in life — just like every cult leader in history has done. He’s preying on the weak, the lonely and the vulnerable — straight from page one of the dictator’s playbook.
One candidate spent their entire adult life as a civil servant — the other his entire adult life trying to take as much as he could from as many as he could.
One is an empath who feels others’ pain and wants to help. The other is a sociopath — also known as a psychopath or antisocial personality disorder — unable to feel empathy or remorse, or to tell right from wrong. You can read the Mayo Clinic’s full description, but here’s the first paragraphs:
“Antisocial personality disorder, sometimes called sociopathy, is a mental health condition in which a person consistently shows no regard for right and wrong and ignores the rights and feelings of others. People with antisocial personality disorder tend to purposely make others angry or upset and manipulate or treat others harshly or with cruel indifference. They lack remorse or do not regret their behavior.
“People with antisocial personality disorder often violate the law, becoming criminals. They may lie, behave violently or impulsively. They have difficulty consistently meeting responsibilities related to family, work or school.
“Symptoms of antisocial personality disorder include repeatedly:
Ignoring right and wrong.
Telling lies to take advantage of others.
Not being sensitive to or respectful of others.
Using charm or wit to manipulate others for personal gain or pleasure.
Having a sense of superiority and being extremely opinionated.
Having problems with the law, including criminal behavior.
Being hostile, aggressive, violent or threatening to others.
Feeling no guilt about harming others.
Doing dangerous things with no regard for the safety of self or others.
Being irresponsible and failing to fulfill work or financial responsibilities.”
This ^ is the person nearly half the country has been conned into supporting — probably the biggest cult the world has ever known.
By contrast, Kamala Harris is an empath.
WebMD defines empath: “While it’s not an official psychological term, empaths are generally understood to be people who are extremely attuned to the feelings and emotions of others. The term stems from the word ’empathy,’ which is the ability to understand another person from their point of view rather than your own — in other words, to put yourself in their shoes. It’s not quite the same as sympathy, which means you feel concern for someone who’s going through a hard time. People with high levels of empathy tend to have strong social, communication, and leadership skills.”
One — and only one — of these two types of people will be in charge of the United States for the next four years
There’s never been a person as mentally unfit this close to the job of President in the history of the country.
It seems like every presidential election we hear the phrase — “the most important election of our lifetime.”
At least in the 50 years I’ve been involved in these things, there’s never been as extreme a fork in the road as there is this time. I hope this is the last election that I hear that phrase.
America’s character and future is on the line. And if we unite and choose the empath, the cult leader will not be an option again in four years at age 82 with a long list of criminal convictions and judgements against him.
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Here’s my electoral college prediction — unchanged since Sept 14th. I may still flip PA & NC before Nov 5th — but I may not. 😉
This is the original Merry Prankster Bus Trip footage finally turned into a theatrically released film.
This is a GREAT movie —
I first saw it at its premiere at TIFF — the Toronto International Film Festival
and also watched it with Carolyn Cassady at her house.
Made by Alex Gibney — who WON the Oscar for Best Documentary Feature in 2008 for Taxi to the Dark Side (about U.S. interrogation techniques in Afghanistan)
and co-directed by Alison Ellwood — Gibney’s long-time editor who was kicked up to director.
* This is a MASTERPIECE of editing — both video and audio. Watch for it. Blending of historical footage with Prankster footage.
Interestingly — the guy who made the greatest Beat doc The Source
made by Chuck Workman who is an editor so
the best Beat doc and the best Prankster both made by Master editors
Great directors often have editors they work with and create together on every film.
Gibney also made — * Gonzo (2008 Hunter Thompson doc)
Kerouac was to the ’50s — what Kesey was to the ’60s — Thompson was to the ’70s
Enron: The Smartest Guys in The Room — nominated for Best Documentary Feature
TheRolling Stones: Stories From The Edge
narrated byStanley Tucci — friends with Alex Gibney
Point #1 — the movie includes footage of the last time Jack & Neal ever saw each other — Sunday, June 28th, 1964 — thanks to Neal’s friends The Merry Pranksters. It appears 1 hour into the movie.
Tonight you’re going to see more film footage of Neal Cassady than you’ve ever seen in your life.
There’s actually even more live footage of Neal synched to his audio in the Prankster version — “North To Madhattan” — including a couple more mins from the NY party with Jack.
Three Keseys on the Bus — Ken, his brother Chuck and his musician cousin Dale.
#2 — both Kesey and the filmmakers point out how important Jack Kerouac was to what they were doing — including going On The Road.
Fun Tip — at around 34 mins — when they’re talking about Sometimes a Great Notion — they show the back cover — and there’s Kerouac’s quote!
“This guy Ken Kesey is really very good! A great new American novelist.” (!)
They went to NY in part to do press for Notion but he did none!
#3 — Original Prankster George Walker is going to join us via Zoom after the movie if his internet is working.
There’s TONS of George in this film — from beginning to end.
When they show somebody leaning over into the Bus engine — that’s George.
Prankster saying “On the Bus or off the Bus.”
Kesey said of George “He’s either On the Bus or Under the Bus.”
When they introduce Jerry Garcia late in the movie — he standing right beside George.
When they show somebody leaning over into the Bus engine — that’s George.
* Clue in early to what he looks like – his blond-ish hair — clean shaven, great smile, movie star handsome face — and his voice — he’s in virtually every scene —
and his voice — TONS of him narrating the action
and you can ask him questions when it’s over
George & I did “Jack & Neal Ride Again” at LCK in 2017.
George’s Prankster name was HARDLY Visible — but he’s HIGHLY visible in this film!
George was the only mechanic on the Bus. Without him they wouldn’t have gotten out of California.
Cassady couldn’t fix anything to save his life. Tell story about broken down cars at Bancroft house in Los Gatos.
And speaking of names — don’t miss the sign “NEAL GETS THINGS DONE” on the front windshield.
The Pranksters said and wrote that about Neal in 1964 . . . and his wife Carolyn say that about me in 1994.
Funny story of me seeing it on the screen at TIFF — and “Did I just see that?!” got to Carolyn’s, watched it, hit pause — “That’s what it says!!”
Neither of us could believe it.
#4— I’m gonna talk more about the film than the Pranksters cuz this is a film event —
but they were the first band of counter-culture experimental Life-as-art people who spawned the Grateful Dead — and things like The Living Theater and the bright colors of a just a few years later.
Because of The Bus — The Who wrote Magic Bus, The Beatles did their Magical Mystery Tour, and when network TV tried to capitalize on the idea of a family of musicians called The Partridge Family in 1970 — they put them in a painted school bus!
Made from 30 hours of 16mm film like Pull My Daisy was shot 5 years earlier.
with no sound, which had to be painstakingly matched up from original audio tapes.
Stanley Tucci will explain some of this in the opening of the movie.
It took 6 years to restore and synch up footage.
The Scorsese-led Film Foundation funded the repair the footage using technicians from UCLA.
Kesey & Babbs’ Intrepid Trips finally made their version of this in the ’90s
2 parts — “Journey To The East”
and “North To Madhattan”
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SUPER Psychedelic Graphics
Watch for the different psychedelic graphics — used many times in the film — particularly BEAUTIFULLY — the opening graphics you’ll soon see —
and over the recording of Kesey’s acid trip when he first took it under medical supervision
— and the acid trip when stuck in mud in Wikieup
— and the crumpled postcards unfolding into title-card locations.
Artwork in the film was directly inspired from Ken Kesey’s Jail Journals.
The directors hired Imaginary Forces animation house to create acid effects.
They do the graphic effects for the Paris Olympics, the Emmy Awards, the movies Dune, Mission Impossible, the Transformers movies, and Mad Men and Boardwalk Empire
and they succeed in creating acid trip-like visuals better than pretty much anything else I’ve seen in a film.
Got approval of Pranksters at private screening in Eugene.
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Narration by Actors
Four of the narrations you’ll hear are read from the John Teton interview transcripts done in the mid-’70s by actors — particularly for Gretchen Fetchin, Zonker, Stark Naked and Jane Burton — because the original audio was either lost or useable — but they had the typed transcripts.
all top voice actors — Veronica Taylor (Jane Burton) 229 film credits
But all the other voices are real — Kesey, Cassady, Babbs, George Walker
Ethan Hawke did this with his 2022 Paul Newman documentary “The Last Movie Stars” using different actors’ reading interview transcripts.
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Larry McMurtry
50 mins into the movie they get to Houston —
same advanced writing class at Stanford 1960 – Malcom Cowley teaching!
around the time he was writing The Last Picture Show — made into a hit movie by Peter Bogdanovich — Timothy Buttons — and Jeff Bridges, Cybill Shepherd’s first films
— and years before he would write Lonesome Dove and Terms of Endearment etc.
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Robert Stone’s voice appears when they get to NY an hour in.
Friend of Kesey’s from early days — visited in Mexico when Kesey hiding out.
That’s him in the white shirt playing a drum at the NY party.
He wrote Dog Soldiers which won the National Book Award for Fiction
He wrote the screenplay for the film adaptation Who’ll Stop The Rain
features Nick Nolte in a very Neal Cassady-like role —
in fact it was the role he played immediately before playing Cassady in Heart Beat.
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Also, watch for Gene Wilder’s name playing Billy Bibbit in the credits for Cuckoo’s Nest on Broadway along with Kirk Douglas as McMurphy.
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Some of the Kesey interview clips you hear are from a 1989 interview with Terry Gross for Fresh Air on NPR.
Probably the best interviewer we have in America these last many decades — and here’s Exhibit A
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The Grateful Dead / Warlocks
Neat little tidbit — when the Dead appear during the Acid Test segments late in the film — it’s mid-1965 when they were still The Warlocks — didn’t become the Dead until November — and the filmmakers wanted to stay accurate — so they use Warlocks pre-Dead live recordings. “Mindbender” and “Can’t Come Down“
You also get nice Morning Dew,Brokedown Palace and Truckin.
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* Birth of Documentary Films
Important to know the context of the filmmaking time —
George talks about waves —
This was a wave of filmmaking innovation that changed documentary filmmaking forever.
The was The Birth of modern documentary filmmaking.
Robert Drew — Alfred & David Maysles — D.A. Pennebaker — and friend of Jack’s Robert Frank & others — all of them in Manhattan.
Pull My Daisy was shot silent — all the audio was in a recording studio. Shot Jan thru April — first screen at MOMA in May ’59
Robert Drew & the Maysles shot Primary about the Kennedy campaign in April 1960 — first documentary film to use audio connected to the camera. Pennebaker also worked on it.
Penny & the Maysles understood the problem of synching up live sound to footage shot in the field — and they each independently invented ways of hooking up a reel-to-reel to a camera.
Problem was reel-to-reels were huge machines at the time — you’ll see a couple of them inside the bus — these were not mobile units.
Then some were made for remote audio recordings — but they were never intended to be hooked up to cameras.
Great picture of Pennebaker filming Don’t Look Back wearing a top hat looking thru the lens of a 16mm camera on his shoulder with probably the smallest reel-to-reel he could find hanging on his other shoulder.
Penny’s homemade cameras were like black square metal breadboxes — he take part from other cameras to build in the metal box.
And these cutting-edge filmmakers were capturing the cutting edge of society — Maysles making doc of The Beatles arrive and 1964 tour — Penny filming Dylan’s tour in England in 1965 that became Don’t Look Back.
And here’s the Pranksters filming their own cutting edge.
But didn’t know the first thing about filmmaking.
The directors said on the commentary that in all the 20-30 hours of footage they used a clapper-board to synch things up ONCE. 🙂
And then they immediately stopped shooting right after. 😀
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Here’s the evening’s special guest George Walker recounting how Kesey would cite the bus as his greatest work and how they came to buy it
One thing to remember about 2020 vs 2024 numbers — 4 yrs of old trump voters have died off and 4 yrs of young pro-Roe liberal-leaning voters have come onto the rolls. Trump’s rallies are significantly smaller & fewer than 2016 & 2020; there’s far less yard signs up around the country; and there’s a lot of evidence (on-the-ground interviews, focus groups, polling) that show a significant diminution of his non-cult Republican support.
David Plouffe said on Wed (10/30) that he expects all seven battleground states to each be decided by 1% or less.
Here are the seven states that will decide who the next president will be:
Pennsylvania — 19 electoral college votes (270 needed to win) 2016: trump by 0.7% (44,000 vote difference) 2020: Biden by 1.1% (81,000)
Voter registration deadline: Oct. 21st
Popular Dem Governor Josh Shapiro laid down barnburner of an endorsement at the Harris–Walz launch in Philly (Aug 6th). Senate: incumbent Dem Bob Casey vs David McCormick.
PA & GA are the only swing states trump has reserved ad time in.
Democratic Governor — so trump cultists won’t be able to thwart certification. Jill Stein is on the ballot in two swing states — here and in Michigan.
Michigan — 15 2016: trump by 0.2% (10,700) 2020: Biden by 2.8% (155,000)
Voter registration deadline: Oct. 21st
Governor Whitmer & the Dems improved the ease of voting, including by mail; plus there’s nine days of early voting; and same-day voter registration; and no-hassle absentee voting. RFK Jr. is still on the ballot — draws votes from Trump. Senate open seat: Dem Debbie Stabenow stepping down. Dem Elissa Slotkin vs Rep Mike Rogers. Repub state party chair ousted and they’re fractured and in disarray.
Democratic governor.
Jill Stein is on the ballot in two swing states — here and in Pennsylvania. Allows voter registration up to & including election day.
Wisconsin — 10 2016: trump by 0.7% (22,000) Hillary infamously never went there once during her entire campaign. 2020: Biden by 0.6%(20,000)
Voter registration deadline: Oct. 16th
The second closest of the swing states (after Georgia). Senate: Dem incumbent Tammy Baldwin vs Eric Hovde.
Democratic governor.
RFK is still on the ballot — draws votes from Trump.
Allows voter registration up to & including election day.
If Harris holds “the blue wall” ^ — these three states get her to 270.
North Carolina — 16 — the closest of the 7 swing states that trump won 2016: trump by 3.6% (173,000) 2020: trump by 1.3% (74,000) — the narrowest win for trump
Voter registration deadline: Oct. 11th (or in person during early voting Oct 17 – Nov 2) The closest state that Dems lost in the last Presidential. They have a Democratic Governor so bullshit manipulations by Maggots won’t float. Plus there’s a bat-shit crazy GOP Governor candidate on the ballot (Mark Robinson) – which will cause some Republican voters to stay home.
Plus migration to the state over the last many years (including the last four) is professionals moving to the booming urban markets. The older rural voters are dying off and being outnumbered by a newer more liberal electorate. Plus, like most of the country, there are not trump signs all over like there were the last two cycles.
NYT poll released Aug 17th has Harris up by 2%. (!)
There is a new completely rebuilt & energized Democratic party in the state that has never existed before.
New voter registrations are up by hundreds of thousands since Kamala got in the race and the debate happened.
Maybe THE key vote to watch on election night. Polls close at 7:30 Eastern, and they can begin processing the mail-in votes in advance, so this will give us the earliest indication of results election night. If Kamala wins North Carolina, she’s going to be the next President.
Georgia — 16 2016: trump by 5% (211,000) 2020: Biden by 0.23% (11,779 — trump on tape saying “We just need 11,780 votes.”)
Voter registration deadline: Oct. 7th
Massive voter repression laws passed since 2020. Dems really well organized; Stacey Abrams secret weapon.
32% Black population — largest of the swing states.
Trump has been insulting popular Repub Governor Brian Kemp at rallies prompting multiple local Republican strategists to say, “He just lost Georgia.”
GA & PA are the only swing states trump has reserved television ad time.
Arizona — 11 2016: trump by 3.5% (91,000) 2020: Biden by 0.3% (10,000)
Voter registration deadline: Oct. 7th Abortion on the ballot — will drive women & pro-women voters to the polls — and women are favoring Kamala by 15% — and as of Oct 30th, women nationally are outvoting men 53% to 45%. Trump campaign has absolutely no ground game — no door knocking or GOTV of any kind.
Senate race: Ruben Gallego vs crazy Kari Lake — who will, like in NC, drive blue votes to the polls. He’s up by a solid 7% in mid October. Former GOP party chair facing felony charges for election interference in 2020.
Nevada — 6 2016: Hillary by 2.4% (27,000) 2020: Biden by 2.4% (33,000)
Voter registration deadline: Oct 8 by mail; online or in person until election day Abortion on the ballot.
Universal mail-in voting.
New polling stations & drop boxes on Native reservations.
Allows voter registration up to & including election day. Senate: incumbent Dem Jacky Rosen vs Rep Sam Brown.
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Texas — 40
2016: trump by 9% (814,000)
2020: trump by 5.6%. (631,000)
Voter registration deadline: Oct. 7th Margins have gone from 16 to 9 to 5 in the last three Presidentials. RFK Jr. is on the ballot. Senate: incumbent Republican Ted Cruz vs Colin Allred.
Florida — 30 2016: trump by 1.2% (113,000) 2020: trump by 3.3% (371,000)
Voter registration deadline: Oct. 7th Abortion referendum on the ballot — could make a big difference as it has every time it’s been on a ballot ever since Roe was overturned.
Also marijuana legalization on the ballot — both will drive single-issue voters to the polls — and they won’t be trump supporters.
Florida has the largest Haitian population in the country — and trump’s racist demonization stemming from non-reality has not played well Haitian ex-pats around the nation.
Republican party chair ousted after allegations of rape and video voyeurism. (!)
Senate: Dem candidate Debbie Mucarsel-Powell is amazing and can put Rick Scott in the trashcan of history.
Ohio — 17 2016: trump by 8% (447,000) 2020: trump by 8% (475,000)
Voter registration deadline: Oct. 7th Senate: Dem incumbent Sherrod Brown vs Repub Bernie Moreno.
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National General Election Results
2016 Electoral college: trump: 306 — Hillary: 232 Total votes: Hillary: 65.8 million — trump: 63 million Percentage: Hillary: 48% — trump: 45.9%
2020 Electoral college: Biden: 306 — trump: 232 Total votes: Biden: 81.3 million — trump: 74.2 million Percentage: Biden: 51.3% — trump: 46.8% (4.5% difference) .
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Here’s my 2024 electoral college calls (as of Sept 14th — when I flipped NC blue) . . .
The events of Sunday July 21st 2024 into Monday the 22nd then all the days that followed reminded me and most of us politicos of the political ‘birth’ of Barack Obama in early 2008. Whether you experienced that on January 3rd when he won the Iowa caucus, or on the February 3rd Super Bowl weekend when will.i.am’s “Yes We Can” video went viral, a seismic change shook the country.
I said within a couple hours of the Biden withdrawal announcement, “You watch — by tomorrow there’s going to be memes like crazy for Kamala, and in days there’ll be songs.” And by the time we woke up Monday morning we found out she was “brat” . . . and by Tuesday Beyoncé had granted her permission to use Freedom, and by Thursday the campaign used the song to launch the campaign.
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The Sunday night of the announcement, Win With Black Women had their weekly group Zoom call — and it drew 44,000 people. By Thursday another call aimed at white women 160,000 people and “broke Zoom” as the headlines read.
And speaking of breaking records, in the 24 hours after Joe stepped aside, the Harris campaign received $86 million in donations, the largest single-day giving in American history. By the end of the week it was over $200 million, with 65% first-time donors, and 170,000 volunteers had signed up to the campaign.
In the weeks following Biden’s historically disastrous debate, I along with most Democrats I know slipped into an ever-deepening depression. Not only was Joe losing, but his televised interviews to try to clean it up only made matters worse in that he didn’t know what had happened. I reached out to several experts in senior care whom I know, including octogenarians, and they universally observed that something was wrong. But Joe wasn’t budging. Until Sunday.
By Harris’s first rally on Tuesday, the audience spontaneously started chanting “We are not going back” — and to me, “spontaneous” is the most important word there. It’s the same thing about all the memes and gifs and videos people are making on their own.
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In the entertainment biz where I spent most of my life, the industry tries to create a buzz for everything for everything from books to movies, but none of the million-dollar ad campaigns and promotional strategies can’t make tens of millions of girls start making friendship bracelets like they came up with on their own for Taylor Swift. Madison Avenue can’t make women of all ages start wearing pink and filling movie theaters in record-breaking numbers like they did for Barbie. Groundswells rise organically, and that’s what’s happened here from the day Joe stepped aside.
By Monday, every Democratic state party had endorsed Harris, and by Wednesday she had enough pledged delegates to win the nomination. A week after the announcement I saw a focus group of trump supporters who were to-a-person had fear on their faces over the enthusiasm they were seeing on the Democratic side. And furthur, I began to receive phone calls and messages from people I haven’t heard from in years reaching out to talk about this. People who were worried America won’t go for a Black woman were giddy about being wrong. People who were devastated that Hillary didn’t break the glass ceiling were empowered that this time ‘we the people’ would not repeat the 2016 mistake. And many talked about Kamala’s likability, something that Hillary didn’t really engender. They talk about loving Kamala’s laugh as opposed to Hillary’s cackle. They love that she can prosecute a case . . . and that she’s running against a criminal. And they way Kamala went there in her very first speech. “I took on perpetrators of all kinds.” Epic pause. “I know donald trump’s type.” Explosion of applause.
And I wanna point out something I haven’t heard anyone mention: her mastery of ‘the pause.’
As a performer I have studied it and practiced it for decades. It’s one of the hardest things to do on a stage with an audience of eyes staring at you. Non-performers have no idea how hard it is — where a tenth of a second feels like a hour, and the irresistible temptation to jump in and start speaking again. Master comedians can do it. Steven Wright comes to mind. The entertainer I’ve seen pull it off like no one else is Taylor Swift. She can stand there and let a wave roll through an entire stadium before saying another word. And Kamala Harris is probably the most gifted at this skill of any politician I’ve ever seen.
She also clearly wins the old “Which candidate would you rather have a beer with?” contest — and she’s an absolute master performer in front a mic.
And in the More Good News Department: the Biden campaign staff was already rocking it with creative ads and rapid-responses, and they’ve all shifted to Kamala, and what they’re creating is next level. Check out this ad, one week into the campaign . . .
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Her mother was Indian-American and her father’s Jamaican-American. Her husband is Jewish, and she’s in a loving blended family. That the sitcom “Modern Family” became one of the most popular and award-winning shows this century is a sign that America is not as afraid of unconventionality and diversity and some would like us to think.
Her name is pronounced “comma-la.” She loves Louis Armstrong, Ella Fitzgerald and R&B in general. She loves to dance, and is quick to laugh. Her and her one-and-only husband are in love and are best friends, and his ex-wife said of their family, “Since Cole and Ella were teenagers, Kamala has been a co-parent with Doug and I. She is loving, nurturing, fiercely protective, and always present. I love our blended family and am grateful to have her in it.”
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All hands on deck for the next 3 months / 14 weeks / 90-something days.
This is the Acid Tests … in a two-billion-dollar spaceship!
I’d been reading about The Sphere for years before it was ever built. It sounded too wild to be true! And of course I immediately thought how perfect it would be for the Dead to play there! And play they did. And play we did!
The Strip in Las Vegas is unlike anything else in America. It’s like the old Times Square — but goes on for miles. It’s Bourbon Street — but 50 stories high. It’s the Grand Canyon of architecture and just as awe-inspiring to raft thru — except there’s hundreds of people passing every second and you’re not stuck in the same boat.
All the visitors to Vegas are in a great mood, as is everyone who works there. It’s a party that’s just getting started, not winding down — and I mean 24-hours-a-day, 365.
Then add to that 20,000 Deadheads a night. 🥳
snapped a split-second before the house lights went out
The Dead action is concentrated in the northern part of the Strip — the (relatively) small area of the Venetian, the Mirage, the Flamingo & the Tuscany — where you couldn’t walk but a few feet without seeing some beaming sparkling fellow tie-dyed ‘Head.
I was not thinking about the music going in. People were saying the band was on fire but I kind of dismissed it because I was going for The Sphere. But boy — they have kicked up the tempos and intensity, and John Mayer is really taking Garcia’s foundation to new places. They’re crackling, in synch, having fun, and pushing each other & the music Furthur.
The most unique Sphere-centric part of the show — and thus my favorite — is Drums, where they make the best use of the venue’s sound capabilities, sending the instruments spinning in a circle around the whole Sphere. Plus, the visuals are working with each sound created on stage making graphic representations of the pulsating beats. And then — this is when the haptic seats kick in and shake your pelvis so much women were having orgasms and men were spilling drinks! 😀
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photo by Good Trouble— with the planet drum around Mickey
pulsating to the beats & sounds he, Oteil & Jay made
For the post-Drums ballad they simplify, no visual effects, just a giant B&W movie-screen-shaped image of the band, who were stage-lit like a jazz combo in the 1950s when Vegas began. This was Duke Ellington … on the Millennium Falcon.
I found myself focusing on the four young guys — Mayer, Jeff, Oteil & Jay Lane — and how completely plugged into the music they are — and how their execution and innovative improvising is jazz level.
And thinking how over the decades, one-by-one, the originals have dropped out, and their position filled by a top cat joining the ongoing experiment — the group absorbing and assimilating each new member. It’s been organic and gradual. And now weir down to two originals. And the four new guys really are the band.
The show is called “Dead Forever” because these musicians (and the millions of others like them) are playing this music and taking it to new places, and will continue to do so “Forever.” It’s not unlike how The Beatles’ music transformed into a new sphere with the Cirque du Soleil “LOVE” show for 18 years, performing (until July 6, 2024) just a mile from the Dead’s circus in Las Vegas.
photo by Good Trouble
The Sphere is the most technologically advanced entertainment venue ever built. It projects an image from your feet to above your head, from turning left to turning right. It’s all-consuming. Imagine your living room high-def flatscreen filling all your walls and ceiling. And with a really good band playing in the room. 😁
An IMAX movie is a great experience — but the Sphere is all around you.
photo by Jason Elkins
photo by Carrie Branan
Then add to it that the sound is precision perfect. There’s 167,000 speakers pointing your way to hear precise sound. It’s not about volume, it’s about clarity.
This is a sacred church of music.
Red Rocks is the greatest outdoor venue in America, and Radio City the greatest indoor — and the Dead pioneered both! — and now they’ve laid down the early gauntlet for what the futuristic Sphere can be.
photo by Stephanie Bystrak
I hope I live many more years to be able to experience what these visionary visual & musical artists come up with. This is just the beginning. As Bob Weir told Variety last week, “As we work with these folks, we’re going to try to get more dynamically involved with each other. I think we’re only scratching the surface here.”
The musicians are streamed three stories high in 16K resolution. (!) I could read the time on John Mayer’s wristwatch and see how Jeff Chimenti’s fingernails are trimmed. And their images were surrounded by swirling visuals as great as any psychedelic trip could conjure.
photo by Jeffrey Zoni
photo by Joseph Stone
This is the Acid Tests in the 21st century — where the liquid light gel projections pioneered in San Francisco in the mid-’60s progressed to. In fact, they replicate a bona fide gel-glass light show at one point, looking like a liquid slide show from 1967, but it swirls from floor to ceiling — and can project multi-story close-ups of any musician in the middle of it.
photo by Anton Bodor
The band has been involved in this production for many months, and gawd-bless John Mayer for taking the lead role in the interface between the visuals and the music, as you can read about in this highly-recommended in-depth account of how it was created. “This is sensory hijacking,” he said. “And it’s very fun to be behind that mischief.”
In fact, the Bay Area band connected with their cinematic neighbor George Lucas’s Industrial Light & Magic to create the opening & closing sequences of a close up of their home at 710 Ashbury that pulls out to outer space before returning to the house at the end of the show.
I thought a couple months ago — “How long until the Academy Awards are held in this place?!” Then the NHL (of all things) beat them to it, hosting their player draft there in June 2024.
This venue, by its very existence, is going to change how we experience live shows.
It’s not just a planetarium — it’s aurally designed as a concert venue. And here’s the crazy thing — the 300 and 400 level sections are the best seats! In every show you’ve ever been to, the seats closest to the stage were the most desirable. In the world of the future — which is here now — the upper levels are the best seats in the house. (!)
I always said about the Grand Canyon — “No matter how big you think it is, it’s bigger.” It’s the same thing here. No matter how high your expectations . . . it’s going to exceed them. Everybody was saying that online before I went . . . and they were right.
photo by Jason Elkins
I hope everyone I know is able to experience this. As much as I describe it, or as many photos as you see or videos you watch, it’s not possible to get it until you’re in it.
If you don’t make it this residency, the Dead are gonna come back next year. Or if there’s any band playing there you remotely like, make it a priority to go. Concert ticket prices are insane now anyway, so you might as well go to something that is light years ahead of any other experience you’ve ever had.
Taylor Swift is also doing an amazing similarly long 3½-hour visually spectacular show — but it’s in a football stadium. This is in a relatively small enclosed dome that’s designed specifically for visuals and sound … not football.
As I wrote mid-show — “How did we ever do concerts before?!” 😄
This changes everything.
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photo by Mark Vallem
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If you want to read more of my writings on the Grateful Dead and company —
A new firsthand memoir has just been released of life with one of the Mount Rushmores of both the Beat Generation & the Merry Pranksters. That doesn’t happen very often, and there aren’t many options left.
Anne Murphy (who later reverted back to her birth name Anne Marie Maxwell) was Neal Cassady’s primary girlfriend from roughly January 1962 — 18 months after he got out of San Quentin — through the end of his life (Feb 4th, 1968). Although they spent a lot of time with Allen Ginsberg, and met Jack Kerouac in Northport in 1963 (and she remains one of the last living people who actually met Kerouac), these years were most notable for Neal teaming up with Ken Kesey, hanging with both the Merry Pranksters and the Grateful Dead, and being part of the Acid Tests, which Anne describes as “one gigantic continuous high.” She called Neal “the psychedelic rapster,” and they were so involved they are actually listed in the program for the historic Trips Festival at the Longshoreman’s Hall in San Francisco in January 1966.
Those of us inspired by those formative psychedelic years can still look forward to George Walker and Mountain Girl‘s memoirs — both of whom are great writers with vivid memories — but neither spent as much time with the person so central to the counterculture movements of both the 1950s and ’60s.
I first read this manuscript when I was living with Carolyn Cassady in England in 2012 and was riveted and jaw-dropped by its frankness and honesty.
Many appreciators of the Beat writers salivate over every new publication of their raw notebooks; and those inclined towards the Acid Tests enjoy an imperfect looseness in their art. This book, as published, by happenstance and good fortune, is a beautifully raw creation — perfectly reflecting the times, artists and artistry it brings to life.
Originally written in the 1990s, author Anne tried to get it published on & off ever since — and readers can be grateful it didn’t get picked up by one of the big publishing houses because they would have cleaned it up and sanitized it. This is not air-brushed history — this is gushing confessional herstory.
Fortunately there’s a devoted cadre of Beat scholars seeing to it that this foundational work is being preserved and brought to new audiences. Jerry Cimino and Brandon Loberg at The Beat Museum have been doing God’s work for decades sharing all things Beat with ever-evolving new generations. David Wills has been publishing scores of important books and magazines through his Beatdom imprint. Peter Hale updates the world on Allen Ginsberg’s connections to contemporary culture in weekly dispatches. Charles Shuttleworth put years of work into bringing Kerouac’s Desolation Angels notebooks to life. And Daniel Yaryan has been staging live shows and printing books and magazines under his “Sparring With Beatnik Ghosts” banner since 2008.
Luckily for all of us, Daniel developed a relationship with the effervescent Anne, who’s still alive at 92, and still living in central California where all these adventures took place.
Here’s where it gets really serendipitous: by the early 2000s, when Anne made another push to get the book published, she realized she’d lost the floppy disk that the manuscript was written on. All that existed were print-outs, a copy of which I read at Carolyn’s. If somebody other than Daniel had published it, they would have retyped it, cleaned up all the little typos and sold it as a regular book. But this Daniel guy has a real visual sense, praise the Lord! So, when he set about fulfilling Anne’s decades-long dream of having her memoir published, not only did he not retype it, but he printed the actual manuscript!
Then on top of that, just as Neal’s wife was a visual artist, so too was Anne! The book includes a bunch of her sketches of her famous squeeze as well as a portrait of Carolyn. Plus, the visual artist publisher created a bunch of collages and added photos reflecting and illuminating the subject matter. The love poured into this publication is obvious on every page — a beautifully laid out memoir-meets-scrapbook of prosaic and visual delights. He calls them “graphic intensifiers.”
Neal Cassady was best known for his prowess in three things — words, women and wheels. His words have been published in the Joan Anderson Letter, the Neal Cassady Collected Letters, and The First Third(which Anne helped type up). And there’s plenty of descriptions of him driving. But there’s never been a firsthand account of him driving a woman wild. Jack’s, Carolyn’s and the Kesey/Babbs Spit In The Ocean Cassady books were all pretty PG. The sex is always implied … not described. Until now.
After reading the first hundred pages about her unabashed passion for passion, she starts to describe the famous Hell’s Angels party at Kesey’s place in La Honda. For those who’ve read Hunter Thompson’s Hell’s Angels and/or Tom Wolfe’s Electric Kool-Aid Acid Test there’s a memorable scene describing a Hell’s Angels gangbang in a back cabin at Kesey’s that night. As soon as I read the first sentence about her being there, I was like — “No! … don’t tell me!! . . . ” And sure enough — it was Anne!
The renown astrologer and sexology author Gavin Arthur, who was close friends with both the Cassady family and Anne, diagnosed her as “hyper-hetero” and “a promiscuous nymphomaniac” — something Anne not only doesn’t dispute but celebrates. She writes at one point, “I lived for acid and orgasms.”
Wolfe & Thompson are two of the most acclaimed authors of last half-century, but now, finally, the world can read about the event they both described … from the woman’s perspective!
And that connects to one of the best aspects of this book — that it’s honest and open and raw — and from a woman’s point of view!
And speaking of happy & healthy women, running through this whole book from the first words of the opening Acknowledgments to the final Afterword, Carolyn Cassady is a gracious, forgiving, empathetic, kind and wise mother figure to her husband’s girlfriend. Not only during the relationship, but over all the many decades afterwards, Carolyn remained a supportive friend to Anne, including helping her with this very book.
photo by Allen Ginsberg of the Cassady family in 1965 the two people with the biggest smiles are Carolyn & Anne (at the end)
These were the two women who had the longest-running relationships in Neal’s life, and they both knew they were in love with a cad. Both their books both praise and demythologize Neal.
I once asked Carolyn if she was ever in love with a man the way she was with Neal, and in her late 80s it was an instant and emphatic “no.” And decades after his passing, Anne reflects, “I never met another human being with Neal’s charisma and power.”
Besides inclusion on the Beat Women’s shelf, this book can now forever join On The Road, Visions of Cody and the Kesey/Babbs Spit In The Ocean Cassady issue as the most vivid firsthand portraits of an enigma who found himself driving Kerouac’s car and Kesey’s bus into the pages of history … and women into the throes of ecstasy.
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Neal & Anne at a Kesey event in Oakland in 1966, photo by Larry Keenan
Allen & Neal interview in City Lights in 1965 with Anne by his side
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Neal at the wheel with Anne comfortably close, 1963, photos by Allen
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Here are the books of my Beat Trilogy —
The Hitchhiker’s Guide to Jack Kerouac about first meeting a bunch of these characters at the historic 1982 Kerouac Conference in Boulder, plus a side-trip to the Grateful Dead at Red Rocks.
How The Beats Begat The Pranksters including George Walker’s description of how Cassady met Kesey at Perry Lane; hanging with Phil Lesh; On The Road movie premiers in London, Toronto & New York; and acid tests with the modern day Pranksters.
On The Road with Cassadys & Furthur Visions about adventures with Carolyn and son John; plus the shows for the 50th anniversary of Jack writing On The Road; and pieces about the Grateful Dead, the Power of The Collective and the transformational decade from 1945 to ’55.
Here’s a funny light-beaming tribute I riffed to Carolyn for her memorial . . .
Here’s the killer “Jack on Film” show at Lowell Celebrates Kerouac in 2023 featuring clips & conversation about 17 different portrayals of the author on film or TV . . .
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Here’s the “Jack at 100” show at Lowell Celebrates Kerouac in honor of the man’s 100th birthday . . .
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Here’s a great piece on The Power of The Collective from The Rolling Stone Book of The Beats performed at a collaborative festival on Long Island . . .
It wasn’t just a big-screen spectacular — it was a nail-biting drama!
An old brother of ’70s shenanigans flew from Winterpeg to my place in Southern Ontario because I lived on the Path of Totality for the 2024 solar eclipse.
We had invites to a big acid test weekend with a bunch of pranksters in the center of things in Indiana, but we were gonna have the killer corona right here. We planned to drive the short hop to Fort Erie next to Niagara Falls to join up with my Bronte astronomer pal and his dozen telescopes, but the Niagara Region government decided to officially declare a State of Emergency last month (!) because of the eclipse, and then announced they were closing most of the roads in town right when it was gonna be the most fun time to visit there, so they were really spitting in the face of people who just wanted to smile, and that ain’t my kinda party.
My house in Bronte Village on the shore of Lake Ontario was right in The Path of Totality anyway, and the town graciously built a giant harbourfront park right in front of my house for just such an occasion, so there was no reason to sit in traffic or visit a place that doesn’t want us when we could just walk out the front door.
But the drama in this action movie started days before the opening credits rolled when all the weather forecasts were predicting overcast skies. I was disappointed for my eclipse fiend friend who flew half-way across the continent to experience it, but he was Buddhisticly sanguine. “It’ll be what it’ll be.”
This did not sit well with this proactive Bill Graham Gets Things Done New Yorker, and I had a dozen different weather sites open searching for clear skies, including Astrospheric that my astronomer friends turned me onto cuz it specializes in cloud cover. But about the only place nearby that was lookin clear was Vermont, and that ain’t really that near by. We settled on the simple walk-out-the-front-door plan cuz Dr. Sanguine wasn’t pushing for the drive, and I was happy staying in my happy place.
Like any good drama, the first sign of trouble appeared as soon as we entered the Theater of the Skies at 2:00 … only to find people leaving! For all the folks still heading towards the harbour, there were as many walking away with their armfuls of chairs and blankets and coolers. I pointed this out to Dr. Sanguine under the cloudy skies an hour from showtime, and he said, “Good.” Huh? “Culling of the herd. There’ll be better seats for us.”
We went straight to where my astronomy brothers were safely ensconced in their nest of telescope tripods. Always an optimistic bunch, I went straight to Sergeant Skies. “So, what are we gonna see today?” I asked with a big smile to spark some buzz for Private Sanguine. “Nothing.” reported the Telescope Telegraph, without so much as a comma.
I looked up at the white cloud cover. “It’s not moving,” the sky expert told me. This was not exactly the movie I’d been hoping to see for the last couple years since we first learned this star-studded premiere was coming.
We decided to go for a harbour walkabout, and I switched my focus from the big screen to the thousands of optimists still filling the theater. There were families and friends and to my eyes a celebration of the diversity of humanity. There were old folks sitting on their walkers and little kids running around below my knees. There were turbans and toques, and bubble blowers and blanket bases. There were tweens, teens and beauty queens, and parkas, plaids and prim & proper. But mostly there were optimists — like an arena full of Leaf fans — all rooting for Team Totality.
While I was focused on the anthropological, ol’ Sanguine kept his eyes on the astronomical. We saw the blue sky in the distant west, and the clouds were indeed moving above, but it didn’t look like this movie had time to play out to a happy ending.
Ol’ eagle-eyed Sanguine kept watching for any break in the clouds and suddenly yelled — “THERE IT IS! I JUST SAW IT!” pointing at some pin-hole break in the white darkness.
The Pac-Man ball was eating the moon behind a curtain — and Sanguine got his glimpse — which of course made me jealous for missing out — but another bright spot was moving to the hot spot — and BOOM! There it was! Through a thin layer of clouds you didn’t even need your glasses to look at the bright white ball with a bite taken out of it!
With some remote hope of good things still happening, we headed back to the astronomers’ nest to cluster with the die-hards and their eyes to the skies. One of them had a new high-tech Seestar telescope with a big video tablet that showed what it was capturing — mainly white noise — but if anything did happen he’d have a solar closeup.
We’d been there nearly an hour. Our team on Earth had potted one lousy visual goal but we were mostly getting shut out with the game-clock ticking down. Sanguine asked the time and I looked at my analog wristwatch — 3 minutes to 3 — with totality coming at 3:18.
Then BOOM! It happened! The sky opened! And like a champion team down in the final minutes, we began to visibility score! The whole field erupted in cheers! The cardboard glasses came out. All the time-filling chatter ended mid-sentence. Ooos and ahhs and squeals of joy washed like waves through the lakeshore crowd. Big baritones and tiny sopranos blended in a choir of ecstatic chaos. Nothing else mattered. The astronomers rushed to their eyepieces. The hometown crowd cheered as the net opened up and the goals of the day were scored! There was the half-eaten sun! Two perfect circles bisecting — a quarter-million miles away our planetary offspring was having the better of the giant who always dominated the landscape. For once the little guy was winning!
photo by Peter West
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After the two-second glimpse earlier, the prolonged view was such a gift! We all kept looking and we all kept cheering. It seemed like it’d been going on forever, so I looked at my watch again to see how close we were to totality and it was only 3:01! Two minutes of joy felt like two hours!
Sanguine sat beatific on his stool with a beam as big as the sun’s smile, and I went back over to the warmth of the astronomers’ nest and rested right next to Mr. High-tech’s video monitor. The glasses propped on the top of my nose for looking up, but were narrow enough that I could look underneath at my fellow celestials. The sky was spectacular, but people are my people. I could simultaneously watch nature’s greatest show and nature’s greatest characters’ reactions — and also glance at one of our greatest inventions! — the real-time high-def video monitor of the high-powered optical eye.
The Pac-Man sun was disappearing — the packed park rejoicing — the pixel-perfect pictures revealing — then back to the top of the rotation — Boom Boom Boom!
The gasps and screams kept building as the sliver grew smaller and smaller and it really did feel like a sports crowd when the home team starts to pull out the win in the final minutes . . . or like a magnificent concert reaching crescendo.
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And suddenly we were there — the last little diamond Baily beads (as we just learned they’re called) sparkled on the rim then disappeared — and POOF — real daytime darkness! A “Dark Star” as the Grateful Dead sang it. A full black filter perfectly filling the giant spotlight. I happened to be looking under my glasses when the park lamplights suddenly turned on midday just like we were told they would. Everything the experts said would happen, happened — including the emotional. I actually got choked up by the beauty and the moment — right there in a crowd of strangers. There was the corona — there was the black ball in the center of the back light — there was the payoff — the golden goal victory in overtime! Days and hours of a white sky blanket suddenly pulled back with minutes to spare!
Scientists enticed us with how animals would react — and I’m so happy I shared this with my favorite species!
Then the diamond ring effect appeared — the bright light gem on the edge of the circle ring — and what had seemed impossible only minutes before played out like a script from heaven — the dramatic tension and the glorious resolution we’d all been cheering for — something a clear blue-sky day could never deliver. We waited, we believed, and we won! The Cup came out, the home crowd cheered — the movie on the big screen had a happy ending! The optimists’ faith paid off, the planning made perfect, and souls were empowered by seeking the glorious.
May we all remember forever how the sun can come out on the cloudiest of days.
With James Mangold’s Dylan biopic currently shooting in New York with the Bobster’s blessing; and four different Beatle biopics greenlit for Sam Mendes; and Michael Jackson’s cousin Jaafar playing the King of Pop in a coming Lionsgate production; and Coleman Domingo directing, co-writing and starring in a musical based on the great Nat King Cole; and Spiderman Tom Holland set to play Fred Astaire; and Beautiful Boy director Sam Taylor-Johnson taking on fellow Brit Amy Winehouse; and Selina Gomez’s set to play Linda Ronstadt in David O. Russell’s next film; and Angelina Jolie has transformed herself into opera singer Maria Callas; and Daisy Edgar-Jones’s playing Carole King in Sony’s Beautiful; and Darren Aronofsky’s developing an Elon Musk biopic from Walter Isaacson’s biography; and there’s a Scorsese-produced Jerry Garcia biopic in discussions; and Variety reported on April 17th that Scorsese has a Sinatra biopic in the works with Leonardo DiCaprio in the lead and Jennifer Lawrence as Ava Gardner, and they reported in late March that Jeremy Allen White is about to go from The Bear to The Boss in a biopic set around his Nebraska album; and Oppenheimer winning Best Picture & more at the Oscars a couple weeks ago; and Bob Marley: One Love blowing away box office expectations for the last month, it seems like a good time to talk about biopics.
‘Biopic’ comes from ‘biographical picture’ and dates to the birth of cinema. Before that, Shakespeare popularized the idea of basing plays on real people and events (bioplays?) As soon as moving pictures came along, the first filmmakers continued the tradition. The great Georges Méliès made Joan of Arc in 1900, and Abel Gance made the first film using a triptych of screens with Napoleon in 1927. When Bonnie & Clyde filled theaters in 1967, much to studios’ surprise, it signaled the birth of a New Hollywood.
By the early ’80s, Amadeus and Gandhi won Best Picture two year’s apart, and filmmakers have been crafting stories from real life ever since. Schindler’s List, 12 Years A Slave, Malcom X, Goodfellas, Donnie Brasco, The Wolf of Wall Street, Chaplin, Erin Brockovich, The Aviator, Capote, I, Tonya, The Imitation Game, Into The Wild, Catch Me If You Can, Bohemian Rhapsody, Dallas Buyers Club, Charlie Wilson’s War, Milk, Moneyball, Maestro . . . there hasn’t been a year in the last 50 when a biopic or two wasn’t in the Top Ten films of the year.
Judging by online discussions & reviews, the more a person is a fan of an artist portrayed in a biopic the more likely they are to hate the biopic. Fans have their own movies in their head and don’t want to see some actor playing their hero.
I have the opposite reaction. If I like an artist or genre, I appreciate basically any interpretation/recreation of the person or period — even if the script is a bit cliché or loose with some facts. An engrossing biopic about someone I don’t know much about almost always causes me to go dig into more about their lives. A dramatic portrayal with contemporary actors always raises the profile of the subject and brings awareness to new audiences. Think of how Baz Luhrmann’s Elvis put the King in front of new generations, or Robert Downey bringing Chaplin into the modern era, or how the hand-painted Loving Vincent brought Van Gogh to life.
Another thing I appreciate is how biopics can tell stories that documentaries can’t. Even the most filmed people in history (thus the most famous) didn’t have cameras rolling when they were making life-changing decisions in a room with one other person. We all know Dylan sang to Woody at his hospital bedside, but there’s no footage of it. We know the astronauts went through hell in the capsule on Apollo 13, but when Ron Howard made the movie we could live it with them. We know ‘Sully’ Sullivan landed the plane on the Hudson, but there weren’t cameras in the cockpit until Eastwood made the movie about it.
As Walk The Line and A Complete Unknown director James Mangold said recently, “The best true-life movies are never cradle-to-grave but they’re about a very specific moment.”
Two of the great history-changing moments at the intersection of politics and journalism — Watergate and the leak of the Pentagon Papers — were made as de facto biopics of Woodward & Bernstein and Bradlee & Graham. Miracle wasn’t about hockey coach Herb Brooks’ whole life, but about the time he changed sports history beating the Russians with amateurs at Lake Placid. Clint Eastwood’s marvelous Richard Jewel takes place only in the time he was accused of being the Atlanta Olympic bomber, but the intimate portrait reveals his whole life story.
That’s the challenge and beauty of a great biopic. It doesn’t have to span birth-to-death, but rather can focus on one key event that shows the audience who the person is at their core. Think of Spielberg’s Lincoln. The movie takes place in only the last four months of his life, so we don’t see a portrayal of him being a prairie lawyer or debating Frederick Douglas — but we see those qualities in the person he became.
Basically all the great modern directors have worked in the genre including Scorsese, Spielberg, Clint Eastwood, David Fincher & Bob Fosse multiple times, plus Coppola, Altman, Attenborough, Miloš Forman, Ron Howard, Ted Demme, George Clooney, Gus Van Sant, Danny Boyle and Tim Burton to name a few. Biopics allow great filmmakers to tell great stories that are rooted in history, and explore rich characters audiences already know.
And speaking of “rich characters,” rock stars are that in multiple senses of both words. 😁 The highest-grossing biopic in history — up until Oppenheimer — was Bohemian Rhapsody with Rami Malek’s Oscar-winning portrayal of Freddie Mercury. Baz’s Elvis was also a global smash, as was the wonderful Rocketman, of which Elton poetically said, “It’s not all true, but it’s the truth.”
One of the most accurate-to-their-subject biopics was I’m Not There about the enigma of Bob Dylan. He’s inhabited more characters in his music career than most actors do their’s, so it was a brilliant bold choice for director Todd Haynes to have a half-dozen different actors portray him as entirely different people. Cate Blanchett’s Dylan circa 1965 earned her an Oscar nomination and is one of the great biopic performances of all time.
And just like fame in music, for every Amadeus, Maestro or Ray hit, there’ve been multitudes who didn’t crack the Top 10. Clint Eastwood’s Bird brought Forest Whitaker to the world but not many people to theaters. Chadwick Boseman brought James Brown to life in Get On Up, as did Don Cheadle for the jazz legend in Miles Ahead, but neither were cinematic Milestones. My favorite of the never-made-its was My Dinner With Jimi, the comic off-beat tale written by The Turtles’ Howard Kaylan about their sudden rise to fame and for a brief moment being the toast of the exploding music scene in London in 1967.
Biopics transport us to the personal spaces of historic or cultural figures we’d otherwise never get to see. Once directors & actors commit to bringing a subject to life, they obsess with factual accuracy, often working with the person (if they’re still alive) or their families or the most well-versed historians. When Morgan Freeman made Invictus about Nelson Mandela, the president’s longtime personal assistant thought it was her boss talking when the actor spoke and had to ask him to stop walking like Mandela so she could tell them apart. Spielberg recorded the ticking of Lincoln’s actual watch for the scenes where Daniel Day-Lewis is looking at it. Richard Brooks filmed In Cold Blood in the actual house where the murders took place. You can read a person’s memoir or watch countless interviews or all the documentaries you want, but what none of them can do is tell the story from an objective point of view with every scene captured whether there was a camera there or not.
If somebody made a 2-hour biopic of your life, what scenes would be in it? Which moments were the dramatic turning points? Who were the key characters that changed the trajectory of your life story? Your life is a movie as much as anybody else’s.
Filmmakers are storytellers. Life is a story. And cinema is the most complete way of telling one — from the script to the actors to the sets to the soundtrack. Fictional characters are wonderful composts of human qualities, but only biopics work from an existing person or persons’ story, foibles and all, and are thus closer to the real human experience than anything else captured on screen.
“The Greatest Night in Pop” is The Greatest Documentary About Collective Creation
. The Greatest Night in Pop (Netflix, 2024) directed by Bao Nguyen, is a spectacular riveting colorful fun documentary about the behind-the-scenes making of We Are The World in 1985 with footage of everybody who was involved. This is not only one of the best music documentaries ever made, it’s one of the greatest cinematic portraits of master artists collectively creating a masterpiece.
The documentary shows how this historic event was sparked by Harry Belafonte and coordinated by Ken Kragen, then led by Maestro Quincy Jones, with songwriters Michael Jackson & Lionel Richie writing “the script.” Historic footage includes (in alpha order) Dan Aykroyd, Lindsey Buckingham, Kim Carnes, Ray Charles, Bob Dylan, Shelia E, Bob Geldof, Darryl Hall & John Oates, James Ingram, a bunch of the Jackson siblings, Al Jarreau, Waylon Jennings, Billy Joel, Cyndi Lauper, Huey Lewis, Kenny Loggins, Bette Midler, Willie Nelson, Steve Perry, the Pointer Sisters, Smokey Robinson, Kenny Rogers, Diana Ross, Paul Simon, Bruce Springsteen, Tina Turner, Dionne Warwick & Stevie Wonder. New interviews include Lionel, Smokey, Dionne, Bruce, Huey Lewis! Cyndi, Kenny Loggins, Sheila E., the studio engineer, and the super-cool vocal arranger Tom Bahler who Q first connected with in 1973.
There’s great details about Lionel & Michael writing and arranging the song — and how Quincy was the guy who snapped them to it: “We got the cast. Now we need the script.” There’s even footage of the demo they cut before they had most of the lyrics which was then sent to the incoming singers so they’d have a sense of the song.
Running through the whole doc is how Q was the director. Everybody from Michael on down followed his direction. If there wasn’t a Quincy Jones, this never would have happened. He made the legendary sign taped up at the studio entrance — “CHECK YOUR EGO AT THE DOOR” It’s amazing for any music historian who’s heard the tale for 40 years to see actual footage of it! As somebody mentions, Quincy was the most respected musician in the world. He’s got Bob Dylan and Diana Ross following orders, fer gawd sakes! 🙂 It’s such a goosebump-raising treat to watch him conducting the greatest all-star choir ever assembled.
And there were no ‘plus ones’ in the studio. All of the stars had to leave their significant others and handlers outside. There’s a cute shot of Billy Joel having to kiss Christie Brinkley goodnight. And with only artists in the room, everyone bonded. Once again — this was a Quincy directive.
The recording of the song was done after everybody left the American Music Awards. That show ended at 8PM L.A. time, and by 10:00 everybody was in place on the risers at nearby A&M Studios. As Lionel says, “It was one night only to get this right.” They finally got the last solo vocals done and left the studio at 8:00 the next morning.
An interesting detail was how they had the enormous choir we’ve all seen in the video for the basic track and footage, then they recorded each of the solo lines afterwards, so half the choir was able to leave. And it was amazing how Quincy, Lionel & the vocal arranger mapped out every solo line and matched it to a voice, with a mind to create aural contrasts and flow. I never gave it much thought — just figured they filmed the whole thing then cut to different people in post-production. But no — this was scripted down to the minutest detail — all put together in a couple of days.
There’s a great moment at the end of the initial full choir session where Quincy does a shout-out to Harry Belafonte for being the catalyst of the whole thing, then Al Jarreau breaks into an impromptu Day-O, joined in by the entire all-star choir singing their love to Harry.
Plus, like any great drama, humor is sprinkled throughout to keep the audience buoyant. As Kenny Loggins recounts Paul Simon saying in the studio, “If a bomb lands on this place, John Denver is back on top.”
Or when Stevie Wonder’s improv singing next to Ray Charles, “I drank too much, I have to say, but you have to be driven home by me or Ray.”
And for anyone who loves the singing human voice — boy, are there some gem vocal isolation moments that’ll make you melt.
Stevie Wonder & Quincy Jones coaching Bob on his solo
This is one of those documentaries where the beginning is as good as the climax, where after you know it, you can dip in at any point and the quality of the storytelling is equally as compelling. And this could be up for a Best Editing Oscar. It is really smart, vivid and creative filmmaking.
Bob and Quincy hugging after nailing Bob’s solo
Some other cool tidbits —
When Michael Jackson learned to drive a car, the first place he drove to was Lionel Richie’s house!
There’s a great story recounted about how Diana Ross asked Darryl Hall for his autograph! Yes . . . Diana Ross asked Darryl Hall for his autograph! Then that kicked off everybody signing each other’s music sheets! It’s so cool seeing all these mega-stars asking each other for autographs.
It was also cool to see how Journey’s lead singer Steve Perry was not only so highly regarded by his peers, but that he’s also seen helping some of them with their parts. He was almost an assistant coach under Quincy.
There’s a great moment where Stevie Wonder is teaching Bob Dylan how to sing the line like Bob. 🙂 And there’s another great short shot of Quincy teaching Bruce how to sing his line.
As I submitted to IMDb — “The song Lionel Richie bangs out a cappella (starting at 10:58) when talking about writing We Are The World with Michael is Rule, Britannia! (a British anthem written in 1740) which Lionel follows with, “There it is. There’s your template.“
At the end of the doc they show a bunch of different live versions of the song being played over the years and I was a little stunned they didn’t include Bill Clinton’s historic first inauguration at the Lincoln Memorial which I was at in January ’93 featuring originals Michael, Stevie, Harry Belafonte, Diana Ross, Kenny Rogers, Dionne Warwick, James Ingram . . . plus Aretha Franklin, Tony Bennett, Melissa Etheridge, Reuben Blades, Stephen Stills . . . all with Quincy Jones conducting. Kinda weird this didn’t get a 10-second appearance.
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Here’s the actual song final video seen by billions worldwide —
Here’s another excellent and related documentary on Netflix —
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I hope everyone’s enjoying the heck out of the theater of the absurd that’s playing out on the national stage in the U.S.
Diaper Don is losing his mind . . . and the cameras are rolling.
We’re all going to witness over the next nine months [and beyond] this guy spinning more and more out of control. This is not like a novel or movie that resolves itself in a couple hours or days. This is a Shakespearian dramedy — that’s gonna play out over months.
After him teasing us with a Greatest Hits of Crazy over the years — explaining how the Continental Army “took over the airports” or complimenting Frederick Douglass as though he was alive or encouraging the country to drink bleach to beat Covid — the “very stable genius” has kicked it into overdrive lately babbling incoherently multiple times a week for months now.
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And what’s particularly fun in the dramatic comedic sense is that both Biden and Haley know exactly what buttons to push and are taunting him. He’s already unhinged (to use Nikki Haley’s word) and every day another Jenga block gets poked out from under him. He’s crumbling in slow-motion before our eyes. And this is perfect dramatic justice because the best person to knock down trump, is trump.
In just the last few days he did a solid five minute routine on how Nikki Haley was in charge of the Capitol on January 6th, then surprised audiences with a new piece about pouring water on magnets to demagnetize them, and of course he still regularly plays his go-to hit about how he beat Obama in 2016 and is running against him now.
“Tightening the screws” comes from an 1800s torture device . . . and it’s happening to trump every day.
And he can’t weasel out of these judicial penalties. He’s infamous for not paying his debts . . . but the New York fraud and E. Jean Carroll defamation judgements are not something he can skip out of. The government simply seizes the money.
Trump is a terrible teleprompter reader . . . which stems from him not being a reader in general. He’s borderline illiterate, as pretty much everyone who worked with him during his White House tenure said. He simply doesn’t read. So him reading teleprompters aloud is very difficult and he looks painfully challenged while doing it.
THEN . . . once he goes off-script is when he really reveals the cognitive decline — and prompts prosecutors in multiple jurisdictions to start taking notes.
He avoided getting on stage at the Republican debates because he can’t think on his feet; and he’s boasted that he was going to take the stand and defend himself in all the recent trials — then when it comes time to do it he chickens out, or gets shut down by the judge in five minutes.
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This guy’s in trouble. And he can’t defend himself. And he can’t hire competent lawyers because he’s burned every reputable law firm in the country for 50 years and nobody with any experience will represent him. You know that he even stiffed his old friend Rudy, who’s now broke & begging — you think there’s a lawyer in America who doesn’t know that?
Representing him in the E. Jean Carroll case was an attorney, Alina Hobba, who had literally never represented anyone in court in her life, and the judge had to repeatedly instruct her on how to behave. At one point she started reading a document and the judge stopped her, asking, “What exhibit is this?” and she said, “I’m trying to get it in (the record).” The flabbergasted judge told her she couldn’t do that, then said, “We’re going to take a break now during which you should refresh your memory about how it is you get a document into evidence.”
In the Maine 14th Amendment ballot eligibility case, a bunch of the motions filed by the trump team were done wrong and thus inadmissible.
In the New York fraud case his lawyers forgot to check the box to request a jury trial, and thus it’s a one judge decision.
This incompetence has been going on for months. And these are the easy pre-season games. The serious federal mandatory-jail-time cases are due ahead. If this guy can’t pull off good lawyers now when he should be building his Dream Team . . . it does not bode well for his counsel ahead.
Also, it’s been pointed out that his inexperienced young woman lawyer bears a striking resemblance to his 10th wife Melania. He hired a lawyer to represent him cuz he likes her face. This guy’s dumber than O.J. Simpson.
And echo that with him saying that E. Jean Carroll was not his type — then in his video deposition he points to a picture of her and identifies her as his wife Marla Maples.
We’re going to see a continual decent of his sanity over the coming months, and it’s going to get worse with each passing day.
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And then he brought up the “I.Q. test” again! Somehow it’s never gotten through to him — he doesn’t have a friend who will tell him! — that that’s the world-famous industry-standard Montreal Cognitive Assessment test for dementia and brain injuries. I was in the room when that exact test was given to my elderly mother to assess her cognitive abilities. It was so hilariously embarrassing when he boasted about it back in 2020 — but he’s brought it up again on the trail in 2024 . . . and still doesn’t know it’s a test for dementia! .
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He’s more and more isolated in an echo chamber bunker. Like his predecessor in Berlin, he’s surrounded on all sides . . . and the walls are closing in: the financial fraud case that’s in the judge’s hands in New York; the $83 + 5 million E. Jean Carroll judgements collection; the NY DA Alvin Bragg hush money / election interference case; the Jack Smith insurrection case; the Georgia election interference prosecution; and the stolen classified documents in Mar-a-Lago.
We’re all used to consuming movies or books in a number of hours — or now 60-second TikTok videos fer gawdsakes! — but this comedy-drama is going to play out slowly … no less vividly. And just like the cult leader in Waco — where trump intentionally chose to launch his current campaign — this is gonna have one heckuva climax.
The guy’s already losing his mind — and it’s only January.
Buckle in!
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Here’s a brilliant 2-minute video by The Lincoln Project using Fox and Trump’s own words to paint a portrait of his senility . . .
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And the Biden campaign has made a new 1-minute ad featuring recent vivid examples of trump’s ongoing dementia . . .
And here’s a couple more minutes of the stable genius babbling his word salad in New Hampshire . . .
As Willie Geist observes, “If you watch any one of Donald Trump’s long rallies, if that was a member of your family, you would start talking about if it was time to check them in somewhere.”
And just for fun, here’s a brilliant on-point very funny “Closer Look” by Seth Meyers from January 29th, 2024 . . .
