I get it. Long day at work, or studying, or taking care of itty bitty babes. Traffic was bad, the lingering cough is getting worse, dinner was something scraped together from the cabinets and (gah!) the freezer is devoid of treats. The couch is calling, and nothing sounds better than tuning in and quieting down your headspace.
So tune in! But maybe just for tonight, if it’s your usual habit, exchange the reality cotton-candy fluff for something a little more substantial, a little more thought-provoking. Trade the manufactured drama that has all the fizz and excitement of a half-liter of flat soda for the real, historically documented stuff that molded and shaped eras and people.
I’ve got to confess an ulterior motive – the documentary I’m pushing tonight is one that took up the better part of a year of my working life. A stellar team created it – director, writer, editor, producers and assistants of all levels. I think the music and sound design are great. The old film footage and photographs are unreal. And the parts of the story about the life of one of the most familiar names in American industrial and automotive history might surprise you. So instead of giving your hard-earned free evening time over to “Southie Rules” or a re-run of “Real Housewives,” please tune in to “Henry Ford” on PBS tonight, 9-11 p.m. EST. You can always DVR the fluff!
P.S. If you watch and have feedback, I’d love to hear it. Friendly critiques make all of us better.
It’s the number one song on iTunes right now, and the artists are doing the late night circuit, but I swear my sister sent the link to this video to me ages ago. It’s barely scratching the surface to say that we come from a house of thrift and consignment store enthusiasts. Chances are that if you point out any object in the house that you like, it once belonged to someone else. We thrift and we’re proud.
The language in the video gave me pause (mom, he’s just talking about the size of his rooster, promise!), and so I didn’t post it when it might have been “news.” Well, ultimately the slow-mo couch running shot wins out. For that handful of folks who haven’t seen and/or heard it yet, please enjoy (for the camerawork and age and racial diversity, if not the awesome sax riff)…
Reader, rejoice! Destiny’s Child will reunite and release (croon? ooze?) what is sure to be another melismatic album this month. News good enough to rocket this site from a too-long radio silence? Probably not. But maybe if you remix and drop their oldies a few octaves:
On the docket for Winter 2013, and upcoming posts: Reading:In the Garden of Beasts, Toast, The Immortal Life of Henrietta Lacks Watching:The Hour, Henry Ford (he would approve this bit of shameless self-promotion),the Oscar nominees Eating and cooking: beans, cabbage (sauerkraut or bust!), bundt cake, bread pudding with whiskey sauce (this is winter after all, even if global warming promises that January will average out at 45 degrees), salads that involve celery and parsley Drinking: a lot less booze than ol’ Freddie and Hector; a lot more tea. This, if we can find it. And we’ve been throwing whole peeled and de-pithed lemons in the juicer with the regular mix which has really amped things up. Going:ICA; Lake Dunmore, VT; yoga classes; Puritan & Company; and a Bruins game
It’s a thrilling life we lead. We’re sort of like the couple in the Portlandia “Motorcycle” episode, pre-motorcycles. But I like it. Happy New Year!
Two new releases today, and they pair quite nicely with the big wind gusts and impending all-night storm. Both are coming to Boston (Grizzly Bear on Saturday, Menomena next month) – can’t wait to do this all live.
Grizzly Bear: Shields. Flits between raw, lovely, and listenable with a hint of roughed-up Belle and Sebastian.
Menomena: Moms. Just might like their other albums better but it’s too soon to tell. They’ve got these sleeper hits that get their hooks into you a little deeper with each listen.