He died today. His rather gauche movies sometimes hit the spot. I kind of hated Gothic for making Shelley be such a nutter. But Tommy was pretty intense. Unbelievably my father was music director for Lisztomania (1975), which meant that he had to teach Roger Daltrey how to mime playing the harp. Predictably Daltrey made a rather desultory comment about reading music (namely his inability to do so), which did not impress him.
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"Unbelievably my father was music director for Lisztomania (1975)"
Holy crap. I am so freakin impressed. This is not sarcastic.
Gothic was my love in high school (saw it maybe 8 or 9 times from 1987-88), but The Music Lovers is my new favorite. I can't think of many films that give such a perfect sensation of the loss of self and sense that happens in desire and beauty. Not even going to bother to resist the psychoanalytic temptation to talk about the Real here...
Q: How do you get a rock guitar player to turn his amp down?
A: put sheet music in front of him.
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