[MD] When the music dies

[John Carl]

dang your right again ron.  How silly of me.  mebbe Bird was the first time
he got taken seriously.

Gran Torino!  - don't f*** with old soldiers.   Nothin  more dangerous than
a smart old man.



On Sat, Mar 6, 2010 at 4:30 PM, X Acto <xacto at rocketmail.com> wrote:

> do'nt mean to be a persnickity pick john, but I am an eastwood fan
> his directoral debut was Josey wales... a favorite...
> I think unforgiven was the only one to top it in it's genre.
>
> although gran torino kicked ass too
>
>
> jus luvs that man
>
> mmm...mmm
>
>
>
> ----- Original Message ----
> From: John Carl <ridgecoyote at gmail.com>
> To: moq_discuss at moqtalk.org
> Sent: Sat, March 6, 2010 2:40:58 PM
> Subject: [MD] When the music dies
>
> For a short time near the beginning of our marriage, Lu and I lived in a
> Nevada City Victorian, sharing rent with Bill and his first wife, Kathy.  I
> wish we'd stayed longer because that was a real cool place to live.  And my
> mom was the landlord, which is usually  a cushy deal.
>
> For Valentine's Day, Bill and I ordered  a horse-drawn to carriage pull up
> to the door as a surprise, and deliver us to Friar Tuck's, a fancy-shmancy
> restaurant in town.
>
> Also, every Sunday night, Bill and I would walk to the Nevada
> Theater<http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nevada_Theatre>,
> California's oldest theater building, and watch an artsy movie together and
> then walk back through town together.
>
>
> The most memorable of all the movies we watched at the Nevada Theater Film
> series, which only played movies on Sunday nights, was Clint Eastwood's
> directorial debut, Bird, about the life of Charlie Parker.  Bill and I
> really enjoyed the movies and even more the summer evening walks back
> through town to our home and wives.  We'd have a chance to discuss what
> we'd
> just seen and the long walk seemed to enhance the quality of the movies.  A
> post-reflective coming down.
>
> The most striking scene for me in the movie Bird was one where another sax
> player goes to hear Charlie (Bird) Parker playing, and going in to see him
> he's all happy and cocky, but afterward he comes out depressed.  He's on a
> bridge and with a muttered oath, throws his sax into the river.
>
> Walking back home I wondered why.  Why be discouraged over something good,
> new and different?  Why not be inspired?
>
> Ego I guess.  A musician, a sax player, struggles to master his instrument
> for years, and then encounters another who just blows him away.  He thinks,
> perhaps, that Quality is a competition, rather than a collaboration.
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