After reading a great story about Fleetwood Mac by Abby Norman, I was reminded of my own experience with the band that ended in a wicked case of self-loathing and regret on my part and a hint of awkwardness on theirs.
Remember that feeling of excitement as a kid when Mom or Dad said these three words: "You've got mail!" Nowadays, those three words make me think about bills I need to pay, crap catalogs I need to recycle and Meg Ryan smirking at Tom Hanks.
Between the years I spent as that closeted teenager and what my friend and funnyman Bob Smith refers to as a practicing homosexual, I turned to movies, television, and books for some clue as to what my life might look like. What I found wasn't particularly encouraging.
While we may be booming as a city with tens of construction cranes dotting the downtown skyline, it is the thousands of tents of the homeless on the sidewalks and freeway overpasses that have me concerned.
Even the stars on television were of a different caliber than the stars today. There were actors such as Ron Howard, Gary Coleman, Henry Winkler, and Penny Marshall. They didn't need a sex tape to get the attention of America. They had talent, timing, and charisma.
There are five things that you could do in the '70s that you could never, ever get away with today because they are so despicable, at least to "p.c." police, they would have you arrested and Child Protective Services would take your children away... probably.
Christmas is a little different for each generation; you can always hear a crazy uncle with a scotch in his hand talking about how, 'Christmas when I was growing up was yada, yada, yada.' I swore when I was growing up that I would never be like that.
If you're looking for a conventional bio-film, you'll be disappointed. If you want to get inside the head of the ingenious, erratic, enigmatic high priest of jazz, fasten your seat belt and enjoy the ride. Actor/writer/director Don Cheadle's drama Miles Ahead is jazzed.