Tag: Art

  • The South Bank Show – Discussing Art

    I am not as disciplined as I would like to be. I say this because last night I was going to be a good boy – watch a little tv, and then finish reading Rachel Cusk’s new short story in The New Yorker.

    But then my brain says to me; It says, “You remember the theme song to The South Bank Show?”

    “I do,” I says. “I think it was written by Andrew Lloyd Webber, of all people.”

    “You should look that up.”

    “I will, and, switching subjects here, a good night’s sleep is for losers.”

    “Tell me about it.”

    So, YouTube has a shit ton of South Bank Show videos. And I hope you know what I am talking about. See, back in the early 90’s when BRAVO was the greatest cable channel for the arts and people who couldn’t sleep, they would show the documentary series The Show Bank Show which was originally broadcast on ITV in Great Britain. The show covered all subjects that had to do with art and pop culture. You could get an episode on Gore Vidal, and then one about The Talking Heads. For a very impressionable junior high kid, these shows were mind altering because they exposed me to different viewpoints, and arts, and lifestyles, things that I would never run into living in the suburbs outside of Dallas.

    I found the intro music of The South Bank Show (It was in fact written by Andrew Lloyd Webber for his brother, a cellist, Julian Lloyd Webber. Here’s a full version of the song) and here is a compilation of all the intro versions. (The 1989-1990 is my favorite.) Just hearing the music again, and seeing the animation, I was reminded how I would get a genuine deep curiosity thrill of what was about to be shown on that program. For that thirteen-year-old me, I was being shown a world of creativity that I knew must exist, but was just beyond my fingertips. It was a world that I wanted to be in, and that show made me feel like it was completely accessible.

    I decided that I couldn’t just stop at the theme song, and I should watch an episode. I went with the one on Steve Martin, which I remember seeing way back when. It’s when Martin was transitioning out of his “Wild and Crazy Guy” persona, and was beginning to make smarter comedies, such as Roxanne and LA Story. The documentary gave him a good platform to explain how his “crazy” persona was more like a comedy experiment where he was trying to write jokes that were just funny, and didn’t have traditional punchlines or set ups. I read his memoir, Born Standing Up, which covered his start in comedy, to when he quit doing standup, and he goes into more detail on his reasoning and thought process of what makes a joke work. What I took away then, as I did now, was how smart Steve Martin is, and how he knows the balance of thinking about, but not over thinking, comedy.

    See. Stuff like that is what makes The South Bank Show still interesting to watch. How the art and the artist are entangled, and what they go through, and how they view the world around them.

    I got about five hours of sleep last night.

  • ODDS and ENDS: Say ‘Zines, Creative Project, and Hiking

    (Closest to the price without going over…)

    One of the few writing credits to my name is a band review from like 1997 in a local DFW music ‘zine. Now, I know just about everybody pronounces it [zeen] which rhymes with “seen,” and that relates back to the word’s origin from “magazine.” I, on the other hand, can’t stop myself from pronouncing it [z’ine] which rhymes with “line.” I get shunned by people when I say this word incorrectly, though deep in my soul, I feel like I am saying it the correct way. Seriously, if you were against corporate magazines, wouldn’t you want your anti-corporate term to sound different? Think about it, man!

    I bring all of this up because a friend of mine from college who is a bottomless well of creativity and inspiration posted on their IG about a group by the name of Reciprocal Works which hosts a zine exchange. That means you send them copies of your zine, and in return, they send you copies of other people’s zines. (Please check out their site for more information, as they describe it way better than I.) This is the type of creative idea that really gets my mind churning, and it also made me feel like a kid playing “newspaper” where I would write a fake newspaper and beg my dad to make copies of it on the Xerox at his office. So, there is some childhood giddiness here, but also a healthy portion of inspiration to do something creative, just to be creative. For the past day, I have been thinking about images, words, drawings, comix and gags that I have laying around, yet I’m not sure what to do with. Why not make a limited run zine? Yeah, why not?

    This might be a good weekend to start the Hiking Campaign 2023! Dust off those boots and hope the water-wicking pants still fit, because this weekend is a good weekend to fjord a creek!

  • Short Story Review: “The Hollow” by Greg Jackson

    (The shot story, “The Hollow” by Greg Jackson appeared in the November 29th, 2021 issue of The New Yorker.)

    Okay, no cutesy introduction here, I didn’t get this story, and I’m not sure whose fault it is. Greg Jackson? The New Yorker’s fiction editor? Is it me?

    Here’s the story: Jonah Valente is a college football player who quits the team and wants to become a painter. Jonah is so earnest about his new vocation, it takes on a level of ridicule from other classmates… Like Jack. Though Jack doesn’t think of Jonah often. Fast-forward several years, and Jack is married to Sophie, and they buy a home off in the county away from the city where they had been living. But then Jack loses his job, and Sophie leaves him. Alone in this old farm house, a college friend of Jack’s, Daniel, tells Jack that Jonah lives in the next county over. Jack reaches out to Jonah, and the two begin to hangout. Jonah lives with his mother, coaches a girl’s rugby team at a local high school, is still pursuing painting, and peppers all his conversations with stories about Van Gogh and Picasso. One of the days hanging out Jonah points out to Jack that his home has a hollow space in the middle of the house, which could be a hidden or sealed up room. On another evening, as Jonah tells another story about Picasso, and in a fit of frustration, Jack tells Jonah he will never make it as a painter. Jonah storms off, and then the two lose touch. Later, a letter shows up from Jonah telling Jack that after their fight, he got drunk and fell off a water tower he was trying to paint, and the reason he tells all those stories of Van Gogh and Picasso is because it makes him feel better. Jump some more years, and Jack and Sophie are back together, living in the farm house with a kid now. At a local fair, Jack runs into Jonah sitting at a booth with some awful paintings in it. Jonah claims the paintings aren’t his, and he is helping out a friend by watching his booth. Jack and Jonah share a laugh and never see each other again, and seriously, what the hell is this?

    First, 100% respect for Greg Jackson on getting a story in The New Yorker, because that is a goal of a great number of writers, and the majority, myself included, never attain it.

    But…

    I had so many issues with this story that all seem like very basic questions an editor should have asked. Such as; were Jack and Jonah friends in college? If yes, what was their relationship back then like? If not, then how does Jonah know who Jack is? The story starts off implying that Jonah was a person people at college knew of, but weren’t actually friends with, but when Jack contact Jonah, Jonah’s reaction is as if he knows who Jack is. Well… which one is it? Also, it feels like Jonah is the character that is imparting some sort of wisdom toward Jack, but the tone of the story, and Jack’s attitude, seem to make Jonah the butt of a joke. And if Jonah is not the protagonist of this story, then what is Jack’s heroic act? Then, why does Sophie come back? Did Jack change? Then there is the whole hollow thing. Is the metaphor really just the hidden part of ourselves that no one can access? Really? Following the Chekhov Rule, if it’s in the story, it has to have a purpose, so what was the purpose of the hollow? Being that the story drips a realistic tone, then I don’t believe that there is a modernist/surliest twist going on here. It has to have a meaning.

    As I began to puzzle these questions over and over again, I started to wonder, is the problem with me? Is this story executing some new theory when it comes to what a short story is? What if Jackson presented a story that feigned logic, when it was in fact disassembling what a story’s internal logic could be, thus making the reader question what was really necessary to tell a story.

    No. That’s not what was happening in this story.

    Sadly, it felt like the basic, but essential, work of laying the structure of the story’s internal logic was not fully formed, and thus left the central relationship between Jack and Jonah feeling incomplete, and half-baked. And I don’t think that was the, attempted, point of the story.

    If I’m wrong, then please, someone explain this story to me.