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Everybody Digs Bill Evans

Posted in Film, Jazz with tags , , , , , , on September 20, 2026 by telescoper

I’m not exactly an avid cinema-goer but I couldn’t resist taking a short trip into Dublin to see Everybody Digs Bill Evans, a biographical drama about the late great jazz pianist Bill Evans, the trailer for which is above.

I suppose Bill Evans is best known for his wonderful contributions to what many people regard as the greatest jazz album of all time, Kind of Blue which was released in 1959. This film, however, focuses on the period after he had left the Miles Davis band that made that album in order to pursue a career leading a piano trio. It could be argued that it was this step that led to Bill Evans’s most important contribution to the evolution of jazz because he basically created the modern piano trio, converting it from what it had been before – a pianist with bass and drum backing – to an equal partnership of the three diverse instruments. To put such a combination together required him to find musicians of equal creativity and understanding, and he found them when he formed his first regular trio with the brilliant Scott LaFaro on bass and Paul Motian on drums. In a short period that band made four superb albums (two in studio, Portrait in Jazz and Explorations, and two live, Sunday at the Village Vanguard and Waltz for Debby). Astonishingly, the music for the two live albums was recorded on the same day, 25th June 1961.

Just when it seemed a wonderful future was opening up for the trio, tragedy struck. Bassist Scott LaFaro was killed in a car accident, just 10 days after the Village Vanguard date. He was just 25 years old. Evans was completely devastated by this event, so much so that he stopped playing completely for several months. He was paralysed by grief. For a man whose whole life revolved around playing the piano this was an indication of the depth of the bereavement he felt. It also made Evans sink even deeper into the heroin habit he was already struggling with.

The film focusses on the the period after LaFaro’s death, when Bill Evans stays in New York City with his brother Harry (who was also a musician) before his escalating drug use forces him to leave in order to detox with is parents in Florida. It’s essentially a portrait of a man’s struggles with grief and his inner demons, and is at times grim but it is keenly felt and very absorbing. Bill Evans was a shy and introverted man who found his own talent hard to cope with, and was consequently very insecure, but the film does not try to turn him into some kind of martyr. Neither does it try to come up with a glib “explanation” of his heroin addiction. Like the complex harmonic progressions that abound in the music, not everything has a straightforward resolution. The honesty of the film is one of its greatest strengths.

The look of the film is very “art house”. Shot (mostly) in stark black-and-white (see the trailer), it makes striking use of light and shadow. In places it reminded me a lot of Night of the Hunter. Another interesting thing is that although it is set largely between New York and Florida, it was actyually shot in Ireland!

Mark O’Halloran’s script avoids a linear narrative, instead jumping backwards and forewards, giving the story a dreamlike quality. For example, flash-forwards to the 1970s are shot in vibrant saturated colour to contrast with the monochrome of the rest of the film. These sequences are previews of yet more tragedy in Evans’s life: the deaths by suicide of his partner Ellaine Schultz in 1973 and his brother Harry Evans in 1979. Bill Evans himself passed away in 1980.

Finally I have to take my hat off to Norwegian actor Anders Danielsen Lie for his utterly compelling performance as Bill Evans. I can’t think of many examples of an actor so completely inhabiting such an enigmatic role. I suppose he was helped because there are quite a few examples of Evans playing and talking on film, but even so it was a standout performance.

Everybody Digs Bill Evans is highly recommended, and not only for jazz fans! It’s showing at The Lighthouse and the Irish Film Institute in Dublin.

P.S. The title of the film is the same as that of a studio album made by an earlier manifestation of the Bill Evans Trio, with Sam Jones on bass and Philly Joe Jones on drums, before he teamed up with Scott LaFaro and Paul Motian.

P.P.S. Since Autumn is coming on, here’s my favourite track from Portrait in Jazz with Bill Evans, Scott LaFaro and Paul Motian showing what they could do.

R.I.P. Tim Curry (1946-2026)

Posted in Biographical, Film, LGBTQ+ with tags , , , on August 28, 2026 by telescoper

More sad news arrived yesterday in the death of Tim Curry It’s only just over a year ago that I did a post celebrating his first famous role in the Rocky Horror Picture Show. He did many of other things and played many other parts, including a memorable range of over-the-top camp villains, but it is as Frank-N-Furter that I shall remember him best:

The Rocky Horror Picture Show is redolent with nostalgia for my days in Brighton in the Eighties. For a time I lived in a shared house not far from the Duke of York’s Picture House which had fairly frequent late-night showings of Rocky Horror, but it wasn’t just a question of going to see the film. It was obligatory to dress up like the characters, join in the dancing, squirt water pistols to recreate the rain, throw rice during the wedding scene, etc.

The first time I went – I think it was in 1986 – it took me ages to find an outfit resembling that of Dr. Frank-N-Furter, the mad scientist played by Tim Curry in the film. I eventually found suitable lingerie items in shops but failed when it came to the shoes. I couldn’t find stilettos in a size 11 anywhere. That’s probably just as well as I don’t think I’d have been able to walk in them anyway. I settled for a pair of Doctor Martens boots. I had longer hair in those days so a bit of gel did the trick for that, and a friend did the make-up for me. I had to shave my legs to wear the fishnet stockings too. I rather enjoyed dressing up, going to the show and, especially, the after-party…

I never got into the habit of cross-dressing, and haven’t got the figure for it now, but I am not at all ashamed to admit that I think some guys look very hot in lipstick and lingerie…

R.I.P. Tim Curry (1946-2026).

R.I.P. Plas Johnson (1931-2026)

Posted in Biographical, Film, Jazz, R.I.P. with tags , , , , on July 23, 2026 by telescoper

I first heard news of the death of tenor saxophonist Plas Johnson (left) a couple of days ago, and since then there have been numerous tributes including this one in the Irish Times. Almost without fail the obituaries introduce him as the man who played the saxophone part of the Pink Panther theme written by Henry Mancini. In fact, years ago, I won a tiebreak for my team in a pub quiz by knowing the name of the person who played that tune.

Even very good musicians struggled to make a decent living from jazz after the arrival of rock-and-roll as a popular musical phenomenon in the 1950s. Like many jazz performers, Johnson addressed this issue by moving to Los Angeles, where he found work as a session musician working to support such artists as Frank Sinatra and Marvin Gaye, or on film and TV music. Henry Mancini noticed Plas Johnson’s quality and it inspired him to write the Pink Panther film specifically for him. Most of these performances went uncredited, which is why his name isn’t more widely known despite him being a very fine saxophonist. Nonetheless, having the financial security of being much sought after session musician, Plas Johnson was able to continue to pursue his love of jazz. He made some fine albums as leader (I have Positively on vinyl). He also moonlighted as Johnny Beecher to evade contractual issues.

The reason I knew of Plas Johnson as a jazz musician before I found out he was the Pink Panther guy. That’s because I used to listen to Humphrey Lyttelton’s radio programme The Best of Jazz on Radio 2 on Monday evenings from 9pm when I was at school and Plas Johnson came up a few times, including on the track I’ve included below from one of the famous Hanna-Fontana sessions at the Concord Jazz Festival. The recording was made in 1975 but the record wasn’t available in the UK until a couple of years later. I used to tape Humph’s radio shows but no longer have any of the cassettes so I had to spend much of my spare time the last couple of days trying to find the track Humph played. This is it! It features Plas Johnson (ts), clearly enjoying himself in the company of Bill Berry (tpt), Carl Fontana (tb), Herb Ellis (g), Dave McKenna (p), Herb Mickman (b) and Jake Hanna (d). Not a bad line-up!

R.I.P. Plas Johnson (1931-2026), so much more than the Pink Panther guy!

Carioca – Hampton Hawes Trio

Posted in Film, Jazz with tags , , , on January 11, 2026 by telescoper

The tune Carioca was a big hit in 1933 as a result of the film Flying Down to Rio (which, incidentally, saw the first pairing on screen of Fred Astaire and Ginger Rogers). There is a dance that goes with the tune, which involves the two dancers pressing their foreheads together, which always seem to me to risk an accidental headbutt (or present an opportunity for non-accidental one). Incidentally, “Carioca” is a slang term for a native of Rio de Janeiro.

Anyway, the popularity of the tune meant that many swing bands did versions: Benny Goodman, Artie Shaw and Woody Herman all had a go at it; the Artie Shaw version being particularly good. Later on, after the end of World War 2 and the arrival of the bebop era, many jazz musicians began to incorporate Latin-American rhythms and melodies into their work and this tune survived in various forms. There’s a very nice version by Chet Baker and Gerry Mulligan, for example.

My favourite is this marvellous up-tempo rendition by the shamefully underrated pianist Hampton Hawes and his trio recorded in 1955 with Red Mitchell on bass and Chuck Thompson on drums.

The pre-eminent modern piano stylists of the early fifties were Thelonious Monk and Bud Powell; Hawes was closer to the latter in approach, but it always seemed to me that he was the pianist paid the most direct musical homage to the great Charlie Parker; his solo on this is full of bebop licks and is taken at such a breakneck pace that even the nimble tread of the feet of Fred Astaire wouldn’t have been able to keep up.

Art in Bruges

Posted in Art, Film with tags , , , , , on December 19, 2025 by telescoper

For various reasons I find myself thinking about this little clip from the 2016 film In Bruges, starring Brendan Gleason and Colin Farrell. It’s set in the Groeningemuseum in the city of Bruges.

You can read an interesting post about the art in the film here.

You will see that the only painting that Ray (Colin Farrell) likes is a triptych called The Last Judgment, a version of which coincidentally featured in my post on Monday. The one I posted was by Hieronymous Bosch and is in Vienna; the one in Bruges is of doubtful attribution. It may be by Bosch, but experts think it is more likely to be by members of his workshop.

P.S. If you like black comedies then In Bruges is definitely for you! I wouldn’t say it was really a Christmas movie though…

Il Sorpasso

Posted in Film, Open Access with tags , , , on August 21, 2025 by telescoper

Just a quick note to say that yesterday we published the 120th article in Volume 8 (2025) of the Open Journal of Astrophysics. This means that we have so far in 2025 published as many papers we published in the whole of 2024. At the end of August we will be about 2/3 of the way through the year so I expect we will publish more than 180 articles this year. It may be more than that because we have a group of articles in the pipeline that will be published simultaneously in a special issue, which may be completed this year. We might in this case reach 200 altogther for 2025, but if not the special issue will appear in 2026.

The relevance of all this to the 1962 Italian comedy film Il Sorpasso is entirely negligible, except that I like the movie.

I hope this clarifies the situation

Fifty Years of The Rocky Horror Picture Show

Posted in Biographical, Film, LGBTQ+ with tags , , on August 17, 2025 by telescoper

Since I seem to be having a weekend dominated by feelings of nostalgia, I thought I would comment on a nice article I read yesterday about The Rocky Horror Picture Show, a cult film which got its first cinematic release fifty years ago in 1975. You can find the article here.

Here is a the original theatrical trailer:

The Rocky Horror Picture Show is redolent with nostalgia for my days in Brighton in the Eighties. For a time I lived in a shared house not far from the Duke of York’s Picture House which had fairly frequent late-night showings of Rocky Horror, but it wasn’t just a question of going to see the film. It was obligatory to dress up like the characters, join in the dancing, squirt water pistols to recreate the rain, throw rice during the wedding scene, etc.

The first time I went it took me ages to find an outfit resembling that of Dr. Frank-N-Furter, the mad scientist played by Tim Curry in the film. I eventually found suitable lingerie items in shops but failed when it came to the shoes. I couldn’t find stilettos in a size 11 anywhere. That’s probably just as well as I don’t think I’d have been able to walk in them anyway. I settled for a pair of Doctor Martens boots. I had longer hair in those days so a bit of gel did the trick for that, and a friend did the make-up for me. I had to shave my legs to wear the fishnet stockings too. I rather enjoyed dressing up, going to the show and, especially, the after-party…

I never got into the habit of cross-dressing, and haven’t got the figure for it now, but I am not at all ashamed to admit that I think some guys look very hot in lipstick and lingerie.

The Cosmic Poltergeist

Posted in Film, The Universe and Stuff with tags , , on June 8, 2025 by telescoper

Last night I stayed up long past my usual bedtime to watch the film Poltergeist. This film, about the haunting of a family house by malevolent spirits, was a huge hit when it came out in cinemas back 1982, and I was interested to see how well it has endured. I think it stans up pretty well actually. The special effects could be done better nowadays, but it is still credibly scary.

The idea of a poltergeist is not new, but the film cleverly combines the old legends with new technology, in the way that the first manifestation of an evil presence is through a TV set. It is the youngest child of the house in question, Carol Anne, who is able to detect the ghosts when all we can see on the screen is static. The implication is that the young are the most receptive to paranormal phenomena.

Most of the static produced in a TV set when it is not tuned to a broadcast frequency is produced by thermal noise in the receiver, but around 1% of it comes from the cosmic microwave background (CMB). I’ve used static on a TV screen as a gimmick in public lectures on several occasions, with the joke that it may only be 1% but the birth of the Universe is far more interesting than most things you can see on TV!

The CMB is a ghost of the Big Bang. Watching Poltergeist last night, it occurred to me that when cosmologists study this relic radiation, we are all a bit like Carol Anne, trying to make sense of an eery presence that is always with us, but is barely perceptible. Such studies involve extensive use of spectral analysis.

This line of thinking led me to my new theory of the Universe. Perhaps it was built on the remains of an earlier, deceased Universe which is now trying to make contact this one in order to wreak revenge for the violation of its grave…

An Cailín Ciúin 

Posted in Film, Irish Language, Television with tags , on December 27, 2024 by telescoper

Now that the Christmas dinner and follow-up leftovers are done, I thought I’d just mention a very beautiful film I watched on the TV late on Christmas Day – An Cailín Ciúin (in English: The Quiet Girl). I was quite surprised to see it scheduled then, but TG4 is known for bold and imaginative programming.

It’s (mostly) in the Irish language, but don’t let that put you off; there are subtitles. It’s gentle, poignant and wonderfully observed. A little gem, in fact. I’d encourage you to see it if you can. It’s a fine film all round, but I can’t resist pointing out Catherine Clinch in the central role of Cáit, the quiet girl herself. She had never acted in front of a camera before this film, which makes her subtly expressiven performance all the more remarkable.

R.I.P. Maggie Smith (1934-2024)

Posted in Film, R.I.P., Television with tags , , , , , , , , , on September 28, 2024 by telescoper

I heard yesterday of the death at the age of 89 of the great Maggie Smith. Tributes have been appearing around the world at the loss of such a great talent and wonderful personality. I can’t add anything to these except to say that I adored her.

I guess many people will be most familiar her through the work she did in later life, such as the Harry Potter franchise and Downtown Abbey but as an oldie I will always think of her as the eponymous Edinburgh schoolteacher in the 1969 film The Prime of Miss Jean Brodie, based on the Muriel Spark novel of the same name, for which she deservedly won an Oscar as Best Actress for her portrayal of Jean Brodie, an over-zealous teacher with a soft spot for Mussolini’s Fascisti. Here’s the original trailer.

I do hope this film gets shown again soon as a tribute, as it is really superb.

Maggie Smith as Lady Constance Trentham in Gosford Park (2001)

Other roles I particularly remember Maggie Smith for are in are California Suite (for which she also won an Oscar, as Best Supporting Actress). She was absolutely hilarious in Murder by Death, her perfect sense of comic timing generating numerous laugh-out-loud moments in that film.

Maggie Smith with David Niven in Murder by Death (1976)

Maggie Smith was also memorable as the splendidly rude Lady Constance in Gosford Park, a role you might think of as a sort of prelude to her part in Downton Abbey. There are countless other performances I could mention too, on TV, on Film and in the Theatre. She was tremendously versatile and talented, as well as extremely funny. She admitted having learnt a great deal about comedy from Kenneth Williams, with whom she was great friends for a long time.

Rest in peace, Maggie Smith. You’ll be missed so much.