Meat Du Jour

Eddie Pensier writes:

keenschateaubriandThe chateaubriand for two at Keens Steakhouse in New York City. Worth every cent of its princely price tag of $108. The three sauce boats in the background contain béarnaise, mushroom, and red wine sauces, all delicious and superfluous. The buttery-tender meat needed nothing but a few flakes of sea salt to be sublime. (That, and a bite of those silky, unctuous mashed potatoes.)

Keens is also a mecca if you’re a fan of old New York history (as I am) and theater history (ditto). It opened in the late 19th century as a post-performance hangout for actors, playwrights, and other stage folk. (They were also sued for sex discrimination by Lillie Langtry, who was barred from entering the premises. She won.) The clientele soon expanded to include celebrities of the time, who were permitted to store their Dutch clay churchwarden pipes on the premises.  Today, Keens claims to have the largest collection of churchwardens in the world, including those belonging to Babe Ruth, Teddy Roosevelt, and Albert Einstein.

And just because, here’s another epic Keens steak: their prime rib (affectionately nicknamed “The Roof Tile”). Yes, it is as enormous and delicious as it looks.

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The Camera Loves…

Eddie Pensier writes:

 

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…Ultra Violet, née Isabelle Collin Dufresne, pictured at right with Viva and Andy Warhol (1935-2014)

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Wimmin Singin Wednesday

Fenster writes:

Here at WUR (KUR for those of you on the west coast), we don’t play the hits.  Whether we play the songs you like to hear depends on whether you like the songs we like to hear.  De gustibus, baby.

So far we have a Sunday jazz thing from Fenster and Sir Barken has commenced with a Prog Rock Monday and a Friday Music Wildcard.  That leaves four days open yet, and what the heck Fenster will colonize another.

It’s Wednesday, so it is time for women, singing.

Why Wednesday: alliteration.  Why women?  Because women are on the whole appreciated in these here parts, in whole or in part.  So consider these Wednesday proceedings a musical version of our “sister” Tumblr site.  There, certain facets of women’s special qualities are appreciated.  Here another: voice.

I really enjoy the incredible variety of women’s vocals—variety in tone, articulation and, especially, expressiveness. Isn’t it the case that women are permitted to show a higher degree of emotional expressiveness than men?  It’s seems to be part of the cultural bargain with our biology.

Is it just happenstance that in our current era, still knee-deep in hip-hop, guys tend towards monochromatic tough guy talk?  And that when emotion and melody are married to hip hop it is through the importation of women, who are permitted to sing while the guys trash talk.

Not that guys can’t sing, of course, or that they don’t express emotion.  But women do impart their own special magic and that will be celebrated here.

For my first spin, I have selected the Mexican-American singer, Lila Downs.  She is a good choice given the theme here of what women can do with their voices in the name of emotional expressiveness.  In fact, Downs can be a little over the top in that regard, able and more than willing to turn on a mere centavo from an urgent whisper to a determined, vibrato-free dramatic statement, and then quickly on to a sassy taunt.

Notice the constant reshadings of her vocals in La Martiniana.

And her mercurial shifting of both tone and language in Perhaps Perhaps Perhaps.

And her resolve in La Llorona.

Fenster’s colonization of Wednesday is non-exclusive. Other DJs are welcome to set up their own music on Wednesday, or to add to the cache of women vocal performances.

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Habanera, Five Ways

Eddie Pensier writes:

Peut-être jamais, peut-être demain.
Mais pas aujourd’hui, c’est certain!
(Maybe never, maybe tomorrow,
But for sure, not today.)

John Singer Sargent, "La Carmencita" (1890)

John Singer Sargent, “La Carmencita” (1890)*

Who knew a descending chromatic scale could be so sexy? Carmen’s entrance aria “L’amour est un oiseau rebelle”, better known as the Habanera, from her eponymous Georges Bizet opera is nearly instantly recognizable, and probably counts as one of Opera’s Greatest Hit tunes. In fact, the tune wasn’t Bizet’s alone: it’s adapted (plagiaraized?) from Sebastián Yradier’s song “El Arreglito”. The common nickname “Habanera” comes from a popular style of nineteenth-century song, and means “in the style of Habana (Cuba)”.**

A Carmen can be made or broken by a mezzo’s performance of this aria. The key is a certain sultry confidence that cannot veer into cartoonish vampiness. Carmen’s allure is in her elusiveness: she’s unpredictable and passionate, and she utterly controls her own destiny. (Also, she hangs out with smugglers and works in a cigarette factory. Doesn’t get any cooler.) The aria sets out her life philosophy pretty clearly.

L’amour est un oiseau rebelle
Que nul ne peut apprivoiser,
Et c’est bien en vain qu’on l’appelle,
S’il lui convient de refuser.
Rien n’y fait, menace ou prière;
L’un parle bien, l’autre se tait,
Et c’est l’autre que je préfère;
Il n’a rien dit mais il me plaît.
L’amour est l’enfant de Bohême,
Il n’a jamais connu de loi;
Si tu ne m’aimes pas, je t’aime;
Si je t’aime, prends garde à toi!
(Love is a rebellious bird
That nobody can tame,
And it’s useless for someone to call it
If it suits him to refuse
Nothing to be done, no threat or prayer.
The one talks well, the other is silent;
And it’s the other that I prefer
He says nothing but it works for me.
Love is a child of gypsies,
It has never known law;
If you do not love me, I love you;
If I love you, watch out!)

Here’s one of the great recent Carmens: the sultry Latvian mezzo Elīna Garanča. Her Carmen (from the Metropolitan Opera’s 2011 Richard Eyre production) is earthy, direct and funny: not the least bit coy.  She’s also really gorgeous.

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Monday Prog Selection: Van Der Graff Generator Live on Belgian TV

Sir Barken Hyena writes:

Last time we had Genesis, and now again from Belgian TV, it’s Famous Charisma label mates Van Der Graff Generator, led by frontman Peter Hamill. One of the few from the era to stick to it’s guns, Hamill and Co have racked up a long discography of uncompromising music. This video features all the hallmark features of this august outfit. Let’s listen:

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Venti . . . . Ummmm?

Fenster writes:

Ever notice how much easier it is to remember or learn things you are interested in learning compared with when you are not?

Case in point.  After all these years and after all the Starbucks coffees I still cannot remember what silly names they attach to the quite functional and reasonable small, medium or large.  Nor do I fully understand why most customers parrot that talk.  To be sure I am a bit embarrassed to show my ignorance by having to squint at the sign before ordering.  But I am even more embarrassed when on the few occasions I actually found myself mouthing the corporate brand nomenclature.  So for me it remains small, medium and large, as unapologetic as possible, and with a curteous please and thank you.

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Ooh La La

Fabrizio del Wrongo writes:

Since it’s Father’s Day (or just was, anyway), I’m curious what you all think the best man song is. For me it’s probably “Ooh La La,” which was written by Ronnies Lane and Wood and originally recorded by The Faces.

Happy to hear your suggestions.

Related

  • I listed some of my favorite man movies here.
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Père Jules and Juliette

Fabrizio del Wrongo writes:

In “L’atalante,” a young girl from the French provinces, named Juliette, marries a barge operator. His occupation seems a promise of escape, and she dreams of traveling the world with him. But marriage isn’t all it’s cracked up to be: Barge life is by nature unexciting; the couple quarrel constantly. The vessel has one other occupant: Père Jules. A wily old stumblebum who lives below deck and looks something like a barnacled orangutang, Jules is intended as a counterpoint to the prosaic newlyweds. And the scene in which Juliette pays him a visit has overtones of the fantastic. His room is a king-sized curio cabinet, one festooned with wonders culled from the far corners of the world. It’s all so external to Juliette’s frame of reference. Tentatively, eyes peeled wide, she pokes around the space as a virgin does a sex boutique. On some level Jules, with his mangy hair and naked-lady tattoos, represents maleness in all its weird and stinky glory — he’s the manifestation of everything the girl fears (and perhaps hopes) is lurking behind the bland face of her husband. A bit later Juliette ditches her hubby and runs off to Paris. But things work out in the end.

Related

  • “L’atalante,” which is one of the foundational movies of the French cinema, can be streamed via Hulu.
  • Director Jean Vigo, the son of an anarchist and something of a radical himself, made three feature films, all of them unforgettable. Criterion has released a nice DVD set containing all of his work.
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Architecture Du Jour

Blowhard, Esq. writes:

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The entrance hall of the NYPL’s Stephen A. Schwarzman building on 42nd St. and Fifth Ave.

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Movie Poster Du Jour: “Straw Dogs”

Fabrizio del Wrongo writes:

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Surely one of the iconic movie advertising images of its era. When the eyeglasses have been broken, you know you’re in for trouble. One of my favorite symbolic chestnuts.

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