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Here is a fascinating interview with Hans Zimmer, one of the greatest living film composers. Although long, it zooms by because it is so engaging. Topics covered include the creative process, collaborating with directors, inspiration, the film-music interaction, music technology, and more.
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a series that explores how a new player approaches games
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While talking about Shinto, they also touch on the interesting question “where to draw the line between religion and non-religion” (when not seen through the lense of Abrahamic monotheism, in particular Christianity)?
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Something totally different: I can’t get too much of these …
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I love them too.
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Jacob Collier plays with Chris Martin and his audience.
I can’t help being emotional with this piece.
When the audience sings the second chord, with a glimpse of indecision, but eventually finding the right spot I have “tears streaming down my face”, just like in the song.
I hope for every single one to have lights guiding him home and hugs and love from his loved ones.
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Same, and right from the first words.
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It’s all done and over. I’m not a pessimist, I’m a realist. I’d WISH for something better, but the [expletive deleted] are absolute majority.
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12 posts were split to a new topic: Veganism
Wonderful breakdown of “Turn, Turn, Turn.”
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Here is a delightful video of a guy exploring the Outer Banks of North Carolina. I may be biased because this video stimulates many reminiscences. I spent my entire youth vacationing there every summer, usually in Nags Head, from 1959 to 1978 (or 79). I haven’t been back since, because I cannot bear to see the massive development.
In the old days, Nags Head had comparatively few visitors, as the drive there was arduous on the poor roads and the Banks had few amenities. It had scattered 19th-century and early 20th-century beach houses, with a few old, cabin-style motels, clapboard duplexes of 3 or 4 rooms, and no AC or heat. Vast stretches of open land and beach were everywhere south of Kill Devil Hills. The only grocery store was a small but modern store called The Trading Post. When I was about six, I asked my father about the name because I saw that they didn’t do any “trading.” He chuckled and said they do, they trade groceries for money.
The video includes the Wright memorial park, which a friend and I, as teenagers, used to cross when we ran out to Collington Island, on the Currituck Sound side, and back, 5 miles twice a day. It also has fascinating casual interviews about professional fishing and custom shipbuilding in Wanchese, on Roanoke Island.
One of my great memories is when we went to Wanchese to visit my mother’s friend, Captain Etheridge. He was the son of one of the original nine witnesses to the Wright brothers’ first flight, and he owned the biggest fish warehouse in Wanchese. We found him down on the dock about to go out to check his crab traps. After some chit-chat with my parents, he offered to take me out to check the traps. It was a different era: he gave no thought to liability, but only asked if I could swim (I was 11 or 12, tall for my age, and a very good swimmer). And my parents, who never hovered over me or my brother, probably thought it would be a great experience, as it was. We set out in a small motorized skiff through the swampy channels around Wanchese, and the good captain schooled me on the boat, the environment, and the traps, which I hauled up for him to check. If the trap held a crab that was female or too small, they were thrown back. Meanwhile, my parents and little brother got a tour of the warehouse by an employee.
The video tour continues with the quaint and picturesque town of Manteo. At a young age, we spent a night in an old, fleabag hotel there when we couldn’t find any other accommodation. The next morning, we had to wait on the front verandah while my father went looking for something else. My mother refused to traipse around looking in the terrible heat (most cars had no AC in those days). So we waited there about two hours, watching and listening to crotchety old-timers, good ol’ boys waiting to be picked up for a job, and assorted loafers—an extraordinary collection of characters from the Old South. Looking back, I realize it was like being in a Faulkner novel.
The video concludes with some great history at the maritime rescue museum, a burial memorial to two British seamen whose bodies washed ashore after a U-boat attack early in WWII, and surf fishing near Buxton, on lower Hatteras Island (great shots, and interesting, kindly people). I surf fished (caught a lot of flounder) a couple times farther north on what is called Pea Island, but now that is a restricted wildlife refuge.
Oddly, the videographer excludes the sand dunes, the Lost Colony, and the historic Hatteras Lighthouse. Nevertheless, the hour length is well worth watching, I think.
Edit: If you click on the video and then on “Watch on YouTube,” it will take you to the video.
Edit: I forgot to mention that the company the fisherman points to at 4:39, is Captain Etheridge’s business. He, of course is long dead, as I think he was about 60 when I met him.
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Part 2 is just as good as part 1. I think this documentary series should win prizes:
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