Last year two documentaries focused on the mid to late ’60s Laurel Canyon music scene — A.J. Eaton and Cameron Crowe‘s David Crosby: Remember My Name and Andrew Slater‘s Echo In The Canyon. Now comes a third doc on the same subject — Allison Ellwood‘s Laurel Canyon, a two-part EPIX doc airing on 5.31 and 6.7. Featuring “archival footage, never-before-seen footage and interviews with Jackson Browne, Bonnie Raitt, Linda Ronstadt, Don Henley, Michelle Phillips and others,” etc. Will there be a fourth? Ellwood’s previous doc credits include The Go-Go’s, American Jihad, History of the Eagles, Spring Broke and Magic Trip: Ken Kesey’s Search for a Kool Place.
I’d be lying if I said I’m not pleased with my new polka-dot face mask. Tatyana says it’s foolish because it’s not an N95-level mask; she says it’s for bank-robbing at best. Nonetheless it looks better than my white N95 masks (I have three or four) or the lightweight paper surgical masks I’ve been wearing for the last couple of weeks. Be honest — if you had a choice between a run-of-the-mill mask and this Bloomingdale’s variation, which would you wear as you walk your dog or hit the gas station or whatever?
A couple of days ago I stood up like Davy Crockett against Larry Karaszewski and his motley band of Nashville worshippers on Facebook. I held my ground, swinging Ol’ Betsy as General Santa Anna’s troops stormed and besieged. It’s so bizarre that accomplished people who know what they’re talking about have remained Nashville fans. My initial “Okay, The Nashville Jig Is Up” piece ran on 12.14.13. Why didn’t Steven Gaydos jump into this when musketballs were flying and gunpowder was short?
All along I’ve been wondering if HE commenter “James Woods” might be the Real McCoy. Well, he’s not, and that’s from the horse’s mouth. The imposter is hereby requested to change his handle immediately. If he doesn’t, I’ll cancel his ticket. He can call himself “Little Jimmy” or something in that vein. Fair warning.
I was sharing a boozy thought with Treat Williams around 1 am. It was the fall of ’82 or thereabouts, and we were sitting at a table of rowdy actors at Cafe Central, which was the hip bar at the time. John Heard and Cher were also at the table, and I heard the next day that they went home together.
The problem was that I’d had one or two too many and was slurring my words. Not making much sense. “What?” Williams asked, a bit irritated. I blurted it out again, whatever my Jack Daniels-soaked brain had managed to formulate and discharge. “I don’t getcha,” he said, and that was it.
Detective Stern: What did you say your name was?
Daniel Ciello: Ciello.
Detective Stern: Are you the Detective Ciello?
Daniel Ciello: I’m Detective Ciello.
Detective Stern: I don’t think I have anything to learn from you.
For no reason pic.twitter.com/BR1E7Hvwsh
— Treat Williams (@Rtreatwilliams) March 30, 2020
Great quote: “Because I know what I might think about. And what I won’t think about. But you’re a great interviewer, by the way.”
Chris Cuomo: “With all of this adulation that you’re getting for doing your job, are you thinking about running for president? Tell the audience.”
Gov. Andrew Cuomo: “No, no.”
CC: “No you won’t answer?”
AC: “No, I answered. The answer’s no. It’s just one word. I said no.” pic.twitter.com/afFkPd4FyU
— The Hill (@thehill) March 31, 2020
Earlier today Brian and Eddie Krassenstein posted a Medium piece that casts an unfavorable light upon Alexandra Tara Reade, the 50ish woman who recently accused Joe Biden of having sexually assaulted her back in ’93, when she was working for him.
The basic thrust: “While the allegations made by Reade are impossible to prove or disprove, examining Reade’s actions over the years and other evidence that has been archived on the internet, brings her honesty and integrity into question.”
The Krassensteins appears to have done their homework as far as Reade’s online postings are concerned, not to mention her name changes.
Seven hours of strain and focus, brushes and rollers, 60 minutes of clean-up. Full disclosure: (a) Painting the place was Tatyana’s idea — I was initially terrified of the inevitable chaos (everything off the walls, drop cloths, moving stuff around) but the reality wasn’t so bad; (b) I suggested the Coral Gables color and she agreed; (c) We painted the place together; (d) Anya provided emotional support start to finish. The place looks great. We’ll finish the job tomorrow.
Yes, I’m aware that the Joe Biden enthusiasm levels on the liberal-progressive side aren’t as strong as those among Trump supporters. Obviously that’s worrisome. Plus the cognitive issues mentioned the other day by Joe Rogan [after the jump].
I naturally want Biden to win, but the truth is that I devoutly wish that somehow or some way New York State governor Andrew Cuomo could just step in and become the Democratic nominee.
In her 3.27 column titled “Tough Love For Andrew Cuomo,” Maureen Dowd quotes Bill Maher: “I see Cuomo as the Democratic nominee this year. If we could switch Biden out for him, that’s the winner. He’s unlikable, which I really like.”