[Music] Third Ear Band – Inverness: Macbeth’s Return / The Preparation / Fanfare / Duncan’s Arrival

The Third Ear Band were among the first British bands (who shared this affinity with Krautrock projects from Germany) to move into a field we now know today as world music. This piece actually comes from the soundtrack to Roman Polanski’s adaptation of William Shakespeare’s classic tale, Macbeth.

A thanks to Al Clark, who picked up on the errata of this post.

[Film] The Silent Angel (Teaser)

Dobri Dobrev is perhaps one of the most beautiful human beings on the planet. A Bulgarian Orthodox Christian, deaf from a bombing attack during World War II, he has become a living saint, showing the sort of humility that has gained him admirers even from the atheist world.

Grandpa Dobri, as he is known to those whom he sees in his trips to the city daily, is the subject of the documentary, The Silent Angel. Consider watching it when it comes to your area.

The good will is just and true. Everything in it is good. We must not lie, nor steal, nor commit adultery. We must love each other as God loves us.

—Dobri Dobrev

A Truly Bad Day For The Arts

My friend Gummi from Iceland had posted that the legendary James Last, King of Easy Listening, had passed away. Of course many mourn his loss, but things got progressively worse of the past 24 hours.

Next was the loss of Christopher Lee, the best Dracula to ever appear on celluloid, and a man not to be trifled with in real life. Stage actor Ron Moody also died.

And it got worse. Ornette Coleman, who introduced the world to the concept of free jazz, died this morning. His albums, Foxhole and The Shape of Jazz To Come were formative listening for me.

The truly sad one doesn’t have a normal place here, as he was more of a TV performer. Dusty Rhodes, the professional wrestler who ‘won’ world titles during his stint in the National Wrestling Alliance, and who was known as an affable clown to WWE fans, also left this mortal coil. I grew up watching a lot of professional wrestling, as Saturday mornings were free before I played ball, cut the grass or read.

All will be missed.