Record collectors, vinyl geeks (myself included), hipster history devotees, and barstool musicologists, among additional permutations thereof, owe hosannas aplenty to the ongoing life labors of Pat Thomas.
A few days ago, Judith Aller, a prominent concert violinist and conductor in Europe and America, wrote me a note saying that her now dead husband's film about screenwriter Dalton Trumbo was going to be premiered--and asked me if I wanted to go.
One of the many surprises tucked away in the vast Jack Kerouac Archive at the New York Public Library is the tiny pocket notebook in which Kerouac reacted in the fall of 1947 to a conversation he'd just had with his mother.
Portraying the '50s as intellectually stunted not only misses the point, it wildly misrepresents what really happened. Not only was the decade not an era of mindless conformity, it was the diametric opposite.