Miles Barely Survived: No time in the life of Miles Davis is more of an enigma than the “lost” period. The period where Miles forced himself into retirement from late 1975 through Mid 1980. During this 5 year period, Miles
The title is misleading as it isn’t really a song about a crush, but a song about envy and fantasizing about being in another body. The lyrics are set to quite a gentle melody.
Though certainly best remembered for Roger Moore’s long running Pre-James Bond series, and the sequel (The Return Of The Saint) starring Ian Ogilvy, as well as a dire big budget movie starring Val Kilmer, The Saint was also extensively played on radio, most popularly, by Vincent Price between 1947 and 1951.
Is this the Lacuna offices? Oh good, perhaps you can explain to me why I just came here. I’ve forgotten already. Did I have my mind wiped already, possibly yesterday? That’ll save me a few dollars if I did.
I’d like to thank you for curing my Déjà Vu problem. I really don’t think I met you before, though your friend here looks a bit familiar.
The Beginning of the Davis/Evans Collaboration Historically, one of the oddities about the Birth of the Cool is that the music gathered in one place was not released until 1957. After Miles had Secured his big deal with Columbia, in
Creon is all set to execute her for defying his laws, even when his own son, Haemon, declares her case just and threatens suicide if she is to die.
Antigone is sent away to be sealed in a tomb, where she will slowly starve to death.
I spent the remaining afternoon and early evening in the public library, reading through plays, including Antigone, and D H Lawrence’s The Widowing Of Mrs Holroyd (to each be reviewed on these pages). I am always happy to pass time reading good quality literature.
I got my welfare officers to release my five year work history, except it stops a few months short of the date the employers need covering. They now need a deeper record of my work history and I have had to request that too, though it could take weeks to send it to me.
It is a story of a tragedy in a Midlands mining community. Mrs Holroyd’s husband is a coal-miner, a brute and a womaniser. His own children report that he has been seen again dancing with women of loose morals at a local inn instead of coming home. Act one closes when he even brings two of the dancing girls home, right in front of Mrs Holroyd, who desperately struggles to get them to leave.
What if my dad had lived? What if I had not joined the cult when a pretty girl invited me? Would I now be a writer? Would I have written Wendigo Water? Would you be reading this?