Let’s also set aside the whole discussion about how the movie shows an era when it was about the music, man, and not about the slick, corporate packaging. Let’s just get the debate out of the way by us saying The Last Waltz is the best concert film ever, and you saying, no, Stop Making Sense is the best concert film ever, and us saying, no, The Last Waltz is what made Stop Making Sense possible, kind of like how without Richard Pryor there would be no Eddie Murphy or Chris Rock, so shut up with your nonsense.

We’re talking about Martin Scorsese’s film of the Band’s 1976 Thanksgiving Day farewell concert, though the associated soundtrack is also recommended. How charming to hear.Ī luxury for sure, but did you know they even get your earlobes? Might we suggest you shy away from custard-style, though? And it’s all over the place everybody’s selling yogurt. It’s like, you can just eat one for a snack. Laugh all you want, but it actually took us decades to come around to this stuff. We didn’t think this was so good at the beginning, but now, quite good. (“Happy” meaning that you feel like the addicted person has at least a shot at getting clean.)įar more versatile than a ruler and they make that satisfying “whinging” noise as they retract back into the case. We haven’t done the math, but we’d say fewer than half have “happy” endings. This is actually very tough to watch, as it follows substance abusers as they hit bottom and are then confronted by family members in a final intervention. All of his books are translated into English, so that makes things easier for most of us. “Deadliest” is not a misnomer for these fishermen, which makes this tough watching on occasion.Ī mystery writer of Swedish nationality. Pour it into a glass instead of drinking it out of the bottle.ĭocumentary-style show tracking the king-crab season on the Bering Sea.

The taste is more suggestive than literal and lives only briefly, somewhere toward the rear of the tongue, after each swallow. This is beer, raspberry-flavored, sort of. Interesting insights into what it’s like to be among the best 1 percent in the world at what you do and still not be “good enough.” We’re not even finished with the book yet, but nevertheless we eagerly recommend it. Can I Keep My Jersey?: 11 Teams, 5 Countries, and 4 Years in My Life as a Basketball Vagabond by Paul ShirleyĪ highly entertaining reminiscence of the author’s life as a professional basketball player.

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