The Rolling Stones – London, England (03/14/71)

The Rolling Stones
03/14/71
Chalk Farm Roundhouse (2nd Show)
London, England

Art indicates this is from a bootleg entitled London Roundhouse. There is no other source info.

Jumping Jack Flash
Live With Me
Dead Flowers
Stray Cat Blues
Love In Vain
Prodigal Son
Midnight Rambler
Bitch
Introduction
Honky Tonk Women
(I Can’t Get No) Satisfaction

Bonus Tracks: Leeds, England (03/13/71)

Little Queenie
Brown Sugar
Street Fighting Man

Bob Dylan Announces October 2023 Tour Dates

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I’m really tempted to drive all the way up to Kansas City for this.

10-01 Kansas City, MO – The Midland Theatre
10-02 Kansas City, MO – The Midland Theatre
10-04 St. Louis, MO – Stifel Theatre
10-06 Chicago, IL – Cadillac Palace Theatre
10-07 Chicago, IL – Cadillac Palace Theatre
10-08 Chicago, IL – Cadillac Palace Theatre
10-11 Milwaukee, WI – The Riverside Theater
10-12 Milwaukee, WI – The Riverside Theater
10-16 Indianapolis, IN – Murat Theatre
10-20 Cincinnati, OH – The Andrew J. Brady Music Center
10-21 Akron, OH Akron Civic Theatre
10-23 Erie, PA – Warner Theatre
10-24 Rochester, NY – Auditorium Theatre
10-26 Toronto, Ontario – Massey Hall
10-27 Toronto, Ontario – Massey Hall
10-29 Montreal, Quebec – Salle Wilfrid-Pelletier
10-30 Schenectady, NY – Proctors Theatre

The Mosquito Coast (1986)

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I’m watching one movie from every year I’ve been alive in chronological order. We’re now up to 1986.

Harrison Ford is such an iconic actor, he’s portrayed so many characters that are a part of our cultural consciousness – from Han Solo and Indiana Jones to Rick Deckard and Richard Kimble that it is difficult to remember just how much of an interesting actor he was. I don’t mean to take away from anything he’s doing now, but there was a time when he took risks. He made movies with some of the world’s greatest directors – Roman Polanski, Mike Nichols, Alan J. Pakula, and Peter Weir. He was so much more than the icon he has become.

In 1986 he made The Mosquito Coast with Peter Weir and it feels so many lightyears away from the types of films he’s known for, the types of films people dress up as at cons, that he’s almost unrecognizable.

He plays Allie Fox, a brilliant inventor who is what we now might call a kooky conspiracy theorist. He’s lost his faith in the American Dream and its consumerism, and undying thirst for the almighty dollar. He thinks the government is out to destroy everything good in the world. He fears an oncoming nuclear holocaust.

So, he sells everything he has and moves his family to Belize. There he buys a small village on a river in the middle of the jungle. There he tries to set up a utopian society. It kind of works for a while, especially when he invents a machine that makes ice – a novelty in the isolated village. The machine is huge and lingers over the village like a giant, metallic god. When missionaries visit the village he kicks them out. When three rebels visit…well, things don’t go so well.

The jungle and the isolation don’t alleviate any of Allie’s fears. His madness only grows worse. Eventually, he destroys nearly everything he cares for, even as he slowly stops caring for just about everything.

Harrison Ford is magnificent in this. It is so fascinating to watch him play what could only kindly be called an anti-hero, and might more correctly be called an outright villain. But he’s never intentionally terrible. Allie is a man who knows down to his bones that he is righteous, but everything keeps getting in his way. Hellen Mirren, as his wife, is good as well, but she’s not given much to do. River Phoenix reminds us of what a wonderful young actor he was and makes me wish he’s lived longer.

It is an odd little film, not really fun to watch, but interesting nonetheless.

Bob Weir & Wolf Bros Announce Fall 2023 Tour

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My secret admission is that I prefer The Wolf Bros over Dead & Co. And while the latter is now officially retired it is pretty cool to see Bobby still out there playing music. They aren’t coming anywhere near me, but if they are close to you I recommend seeing them.

September 8—Park City Song Summit Festival—Park City, UT
September 10—FirstBank Amphitheater—Franklin, TN*
September 12—CCNB Amphitheatre at Heritage Park—Simpsonville, SC*
September 13—Ting Pavilion—Charlottesville, VA
September 15—Saratoga Performing Arts Center—Saratoga Springs, NY*
September 16—Xfinity Center—Mansfield, MA*
September 17—Forest Hills—Queens, NY*
September 19—The Green At Shelburne Museum—South Burlington, VT
September 20—Hartford HealthCare Amphitheater—Bridgeport, CT*
September 22—Pine Knob Music Theatre—Clarkston, MI*
September 23—Farm Aid—Noblesville, IN
September 26—Mershon Auditorium—Columbus, OH
September 27—The Met Philadelphia—Philadelphia, PA
September 28—Pier Six Pavilion—Baltimore, MD

*Willie Nelson’s Outlaw Music Festival 2023

Tickets are available here.

Welcome New Visitors

Recently, the excellent Bob Dylan site Expecting Rain linked to a couple of my posts (Fifteen Years of Bootlegs and my review of Pledging My Time). That brought a lot of new traffic to The Midnight Cafe which, in turn, brought in several new followers. I thought I’d take a moment to both say “Welcome” and to give the new folks a breakdown of what to expect.

Most days I provide a handful of links to downloads of unofficial and unreleased recordings of concerts. Those links come in two forms – links to the individual posts I previously did of each show, and for new shows, a direct link to Google Drive where you can download them. For many years I did individual posts for each show where I’d provide basic info about the show – location, date, setlists, source info, etc – and then provide a link. For various reasons, I recently stopped doing that. For new shows, I just provide a Google Drive link.

For years I used Amazon Drive to host these shows, but they recently dropped that service and I started using Google Drive. That left a whole lot of old shows with bad links and I’m slowly trying to reupload them to Google Drive. When I do so I provide a link to the original post, to let everyone know there are fresh download links. If you dig through those old posts and find something with a dead link that you are interested in, please leave a comment in the original post.

You will also find, on these pages, movie reviews, book reviews, and various pop cultural ramblings. I started this blog in 2004 as a way to journal the ten months me and my wife spent living in France. Eventually, I started writing about pop culture and that eventually led to me writing about concert recordings which led to me providing download links. At first, these download links were blended in with all my other writings, and then they took them over completely.

When Amazon crapped out I rekindled my love of writing about pop culture and here we are.

For reasons I won’t get into, all those old ramblings were put into a private mode so that nobody could read them. Now, I’ve decided to take them out. I’m slowly working my way through the old posts, doing some light editing, and then making them public again. When I do this you will get an email showing you those old posts.

This is a little confusing as you will get a new e-mail with things I wrote over ten years ago.

I try to pace all of this so that you aren’t getting a deluge of e-mails each day, but sometimes I get going and that will happen. I hope you enjoy everything I write, but I totally understand if you have no interest in stories about my life from years ago, or my thoughts on a horror movie from the 1960s. But that’s the way things go around here. If it gets to be too much you can always unsubscribe and just come in every day for the music links.

Anyway, welcome.

The Movie Journal: August 2023

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I watched 52 movies in July of 2023. Only two of those were films that I had seen before. 27 of those were made before I was born. The Criterion Channel was showing a collection of British Noirs and I watched several of them. I love a good film noir and it was interesting to see that very American genre through a British lens. Towards the end of the month, I got a little obsessed with Italian Giallos and I watched several of them. I also continued my little experiment of watching a new movie from every year I’ve been alive in chronological order which has been a lot of fun. Especially as I’ve seen a lot of movies from the 1980s, it is probably the decade that I’ve seen the most films from. This means I’ve had to really look for films I haven’t seen in any given year. I also watched three films from 2023 which is a rarity for me. I tend to watch older films.

My favorite new watches this month were Angels With Dirty Faces, The Petrified Forest, The Small Back Room, and yes, we’ll go ahead and throw Barbie in there too.

We are currently halfway through 2023 so my stats are coming together nicely. I’ve seen 295 films to date. 85 percent of those were new to me. Thriller is my most-watched genre (128) followed by Drama (115), Crime (83), and Horror (80). 248 of the films I’ve seen were in the English language, 20 were in Italian, 10 were in French, and 7 were in Japanese.

My most watched actors of the year look a lot like last month. Wilbur Mack, Boris Karloff, Courtney Cox, Rogers Jackson, and James Coburn all starred in six movies. Mack and Karloff were part of the Mr. Wong series that I watched last month. Cox and Jackson were the Scream movies and I watched that entire thing earlier this year. James Coburn is just awesome.

Most watched directors are also the same. Sam Peckinpah leads the pack with six films. Wiliam Nigh and Fernando Di Leon follow with five films watched. And Peter Hyams, Wes Craven, and Martin Scorsese all had four films.

Did you watch anything interesting last month?

Here’s the complete list:

Thank you, Mr. Moto (1937)
Everly (2014)
To Catch a Killer (2023)
Ishtar (1987)
Asteroid City (2023)
Barbie (2023)
Wagon Master (1950)
The Editor (2014)
The Brides of Dracula (1960)
Nine Guests for a Crime (1977)
Delirium (1979)
Night School 1981
Eyeball (1975)
Bullets or Ballots (1936)
The Time Machine (1960)
Duel in the Sun (1946)
Lured (1947)
Juggernaut (1974)
Meteor (1979)
The Last Gangster (1937)
Short Night of Glass Dolls (1971)
The Hunt (2020)
Each Dawn I Die (1939)
Angels with Dirty Faces (1938)
Journey into Fear (1943)
The Petrified Forest (1936)
Marked Woman (1937)
Think Fast, Mr. Moto (1937)
Lifeforce (1985)
Amityville 3-D (1983)
Amityville II: The Possession (1982)
Runaway Train 1985
Assault on Precinct 13 (2005)
Dreamscape (1984)
See How They Run (2022)
Yield to the Night (1956)
Silkwood 1983
Hanky Panky (1982)
Five Dolls for an August Moon (1970)
The Whip and the Body (1963)
The Night Eats the World (2018)
Nightmare Castle (1965)
Ghost in the Shell (2017)
Independence Day (1996)
Outland (1981)
Nine to Five (1980)
Pool of London (1951)
The Woman in Question (1950)
Dark Star (1974)
The Small Back Room (1949)
Obsession (1949)
Green for Danger (1946)

Dreamscape (1984)

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I’m watching one movie from every year I’ve been alive in chronological order. We’re now up to 1984. I’m also running behind on writing these things as I watched this one a couple of weeks ago. I also skipped ahead and already wrote about my 1985 entry, Runaway Train. As such my brain is already a little foggy on this film, so this will be short.

Dennis Quaid plays Alex Gardner, a psychic who used to get probed and prodded by some big government agency, but then ran away to pursue gambling by way of the ponies. When he runs afoul with a gangster, he joins back up with the feds (run by Max Von Sydow, slumming).

They’ve got a big new project where psychics can link with a sleeping person and interact with their dreams. Alex uses it to help people. In one of the film’s best and dumbest sequences, he joins up with a kid who has nightmares about an awesome-looking cobra-man and teaches him not to be afraid anymore. There’s a nice touch inside that dream. As Alex and the kid are running from the cobra-man they see another man in a suit sitting at a table, the kid says something like “That’s my dad, he won’t help.”

Kate Capshaw is the love interest. This is the type of movie that finds it funny for Dennis Quaid’s character to invader her dreams and try and get sexy with her.

Christopher Plummer is the government agent who figures they can use this dreamscaping to assassinate undesirables. Which includes the President of the United States (Eddie Albert). The President has been having nightmares about starting World War III three and Plummer’s character is afraid that’s gonna turn him into a peacenik. Seriously.

It gets dumber from there. One would hope a film about dreams would be more interesting visually, but other than the cobra-man it is all pretty boring looking. The rest of it doesn’t fare much better.

Pledging My Time: Conversations With Bob Dylan Band Members

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Bob Dylan is an enigma. A mystery wrapped inside a riddle. He rarely gives interviews and when he does you come out more confused about who he really is than when you began. Even his own autobiography has a questionable relationship to the truth.

Maybe it’s better that way. Maybe that’s the way it should be.

I’ve never been one to obsess over an artist’s life. It is about the art – or in this case the music. That’s what’s important.

Still, Bob Dylan is a fascinating human. He’s arguably the greatest songwriter of his generation, or any if we’re being honest. He’s performed live and on stage more than just about any person ever. If we can’t get to know Dylan through the man himself, then what better way to at least try and understand him, than with the people who have played with him on that stage?

Ray Padgett, through his wonderful newsletter Flagging Down the Double E’s has been chronicling Dylan’s career show by show, song by song, and interview by interview. I don’t think he’s ever interviewed Dylan, but he’s interviewed dozen upon dozen of people who know – or knew – him. As much as anyone can really know Dylan, anyway.

Many of those interviews, with musicians who have played with Dylan throughout his career, can now be found in Mr. Padgett’s new book, Pledging My Time: Conversations With Bob Dylan Band Members. Thanks to a generous contribution from a fan of The Midnight Cafe, I was able to purchase the book and it is wonderful.

I’m not even halfway through it, but I just had to share it with you all. It works, more or less chronologically with Padgett interviewing people who knew Dylan back in his early folk days and moves forward through most of his career. It begins with Noel Paul Stookey (of Peter, Paul, and Mary fame) who arguably helped launch Dylan’s career, and ends with Benmont Tench who played on a couple of tracks from Dylan’s 2020 album Rough and Rowdy Ways.

Of course, it wouldn’t be a Bob Dylan book if it didn’t wander in and out of that chronology. Many of the interviewees met and performed with Dylan numerous times, at different stages of his career and Padgett lets them talk about everything.

Padgett mostly lets them talk. He’s not one of those interviewers that injects himself into the conversation, but he hangs back letting his subjects tell their stories. It is a fascinating, wonderful read. Like I said I haven’t finished it. I’m taking my time, soaking it in.

I don’t know that I’ll know Bob Dylan any better when I do finish it, but I’ll know those who have played with him quite a bit. And that’s something. Something pretty cool. Maybe that’s the way it should be.

You can purchase the book in a variety of formats here.

Silkwood (1983)

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Meryl Streep is one of the world’s greatest actresses. She’s been nominated for a record 21 Academy Awards and won three. She is beloved by critics and fans alike. But the thing is, up until recently I’d not actually seen all that many of her movies. Oh sure I’d seen The Deer Hunter and Manhattan, Death Becomes Her and The Manchurian Candidate remake, but most of her big classic films had passed me by.

One of the things I’m realizing as I’m working my way through these early 1980s films is that a lot of these films seem to exist in my cultural memory but at the same time I haven’t actually watched many of them. This actually makes sense as I think about it. I was seven or eight years old when Silkwood came out. Of course, I wasn’t interested in a grand drama about a nuclear whistle-blower. But it was also one of the biggest movies of the year, making lots of money and being nominated for numerous awards. I’m sure I wasn’t following the Oscars at that young age but I mostly likely would have heard buzz about the film while my parents were watching television or seen Meryl Streep and Cher appearing in various magazines. No doubt the film was talked about often in the following years to come.

All I knew about the film up until watching it the other day was that Streep played some sort of whistle-blower and that she was killed for it. I assumed she worked at a nuclear power plant and that the film was going to be some sort of tense, nail-biting action film.

I was wrong on both accounts. Based on a true story Silkwood is the story of Karen Silkwood (Streep) who worked at a plant in Oklahoma that made Uranium fuel. She did become a whistle-blower and probably was killed for it, but the film is not at all a thriller. It is much more a character piece than anything else.

One of the things I found really fascinating about the film is that Karen is not a brilliant scientist or an expert on nuclear energy. She’s a fairly uneducated blue-collar worker. She’s basically working on an assembly line. Albeit a radioactive assembly line. One that can kill her. She’s not even that good at her job. The film shows her slacking off on numerous occasions. She often leaves the line to go chase down a friend to chat about something, or do some other task she could easily do on her break. She constantly stops working to converse with her fellow line workers. At one point she brings in a birthday cake, something likely not allowed on the uranium line. To leave her workstation she must waive her hands over a radioactive tester machine and she constantly has to be reminded to do this.

Her ex-husband and three small children live in Texas, but she rarely seems interested in them. Early in the film, she takes a couple of days off to go see them. She actually forgets to ask for the time off and has to beg her coworkers the day before to switch shifts with her. Once she arrives she learns that her ex has planned to take the kids to see his father. So she only gets a few hours with them so she takes them to a diner and spends more time talking to the friends she’s taken with her than her own kids. Later, we’ll see her call, but late at night when they are in bed.

She really just falls into activism. One day one of her friends comes up hot – the radiation monitor goes off and she must be thoroughly scrubbed down. Karen goes with her and comforts her. When she learns that they didn’t do a throat swab – testing for radiation inside her body she becomes furious. This leads to her raising concerns with her union rep. He takes her to see the national union people and from there, she becomes very engaged in union activities, much to the annoyance of her boyfriend and roommate.

She lives in a small house with her boyfriend Drew (Kurt Russell) and Dolly (Cher). Much of the film is spent with them just hanging out at the house. These are fun lovin’ people. Drew likes to drink beer and make love to Karen. Dolly is in love with Karen and wishes she could be hers. Later she gets a girlfriend and that causes more household tension.

The film doesn’t make much, if anything at all, about what the company thinks of her activism. It annoys her coworkers but only because they worry they will lose their jobs. It angers Drew and Dolly because it is interfering with the time they get to spend with her. If the company is planning on killing her we sure don’t see it. There aren’t any tense scenes showing mysterious men stalking her or leaving bullets in her mailbox. Even her death is left up in the air. We see her driving down the road, headed to a meeting. There is a car with its headlights shining brightly behind her. And then nothing. That’s more factual, I suppose because her death was ruled an accident and there are no documents indicating the company killed or even harassed her. There were some documents missing from her crashed car – documents she was taking to a meeting with the press that she was seen with not long before the accident. But that’s not proof of anything.

That’s not a ding on the film either. It isn’t really interested in the mystery of her death. Like I said it is a character piece. And a good one at that. Streep is just wonderful. She’s a very physical actor and a subtle one at that. She creates little ticks for her characters, she lets us understand her mood by a small facial expression or simple gesture. Cher is likewise fantastic. She’s much more natural in her performance, existing in it.

I definitely went down a rabbit hole after watching this film, looking up the real history of Karen Silkwood and the company she worked for. It is pretty fascinating.

Hanky Panky (1982)

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About thirty minutes into Hanky Panky a film that stars Gene Wilder and Gilda Radner, I turned to my wife and said, “I thought this movie would be a lot wackier.” Up until that point, it is a fairly straightforward thriller. It does get a little bit zany once Gilda shows up, but it never quite figures out how to balance the thriller aspects of the film with its comedy.

Wilder plays Michael Jordon, a guy-next-door architect who jumps into a cab that is already occupied by Janet Dunn (Kathleen Quinlin. Despite her obviously being distraught Michael aggressively flirts with her. As an audience, we know that she is being chased by unknown assailants for unknown reasons. Looking about, not knowing if she’s managed to lose her attackers, she puts something into a package and addresses it. Michael, trying to be chivalrous I guess, takes the package and drops it in the mailbox.

The bad guys witness this and figure Michael knows what’s going on. They kill her and attack him asking him where she mailed the package to. He escapes and we’re treated to a cross-country chase. Along the way, he meets Kate Hellman (Radner) who may not be what she claims to be.

There is a lot of North By Northwest DNA living inside Hanky Panky what with an average man getting caught up in incredible events, and being chased by assailants across the USA (this film begins in New York City and concludes at the Grand Canyon). But though I do love both Wilder and Radner they are not Cary Grant and Eva Marie Saint, and Sidney Poitier (who directed) is not even close to Alfred Hitchcock (at least when it comes to directing.)

Which brings me to the comedy. For a film like this to work the comedy has to come naturally from the characters and the situation. It needs to come organically out of the story. While the movie doesn’t necessarily have to be completely realistic, it needs to at least have the facade of realism. The comedy in Hanky Panky is too farcical, it feels like it comes straight out of vaudeville.

Two examples

Michael and Kate have to rush out of his apartment during one scene. He is still in his bathrobe so they slip into a theater and steal a magician’s tuxedo. Later they get onto a bus. When the driver asks for exact change Michael pulls out some coins from the tuxedo pocket only to have them explode in his hand. He then tries to exchange a dollar bill for some coins and when he jerks his hand forward a bouquet of flowers pops out. This causes a sneezing fit to which Kate tries to hand him a handkerchief from his chest pocket. It is a never-ending handkerchief.

Later Michael and Kate are on a small helicopter. The pilot (Pat Corley) mentions he’s not feeling well and then proceeds to belch. A lot. He belches for several minutes, over and over. It is as if Mr. Corley decided to see how long he could let the gag continue until they made him stop. Wilder and Radner are clearly enjoying it as they keep breaking character and cracking up. I suspect Sidney Poitier also thought it was hilarious and just couldn’t help but keep the entire thing in the movie.

Both of these scenes are actually funny, more or less. I chuckled. My wife just guffawed when I was talking about it. But they don’t fit in with the rest of the movie. That scene with the helicopter – Michael and Kate are running for their lives. As the pilot is belching he’s flying is erratic and they nearly crash. So much of the film is very serious, and then there are these random moments of utter silliness. Those two tones crash into each other in incredibly distracting ways.

The serious thriller aspects of the film worked better for me than the comedy. They are still second-rate Hitchcock, but still relatively enjoyable. Wilder and Radner were incredibly talented comedic talents and I’ve enjoyed them both in other things, but they are utterly wasted in this film.