I saw the documentary last night at Curzon Bloomsbury. It was wonderfully done and if you are a child of the 80s it’s almost in the don’t miss category. What I loved about the documentary is that it was completely apolitical. There WAS no commentary on Thatcher or Reagan or the Cold War or AIDS. It didn’t focus on any of the other worn-out and overdone BS about musicians and artists as self-righteous change agents who use their platforms to launch movements. There was nothing in the documentary about addiction or other bizarre behavior as the pinnacle of fame fades. Did the band somehow manage to escape those pitfalls or did the director / producer just choose to ignore those chapters? It doesn’t necessarily matter in the end because this film was about friends in a very complicated long-term relationship who are connected by their LOVE (all CAPS) of music. I’m OK not knowing the true-story and actually hope their lives were as “normal” as those portrayed on the big screen.

Weekend 517.2

Did you watch It’s the Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown?

I was in Oxford on Saturday to see Morecambe play Oxford United. The Shrimps lost 3-1, but it was competitive, and there were missed chances by both clubs during some exciting play. The League One table has Plymouth on top with Oxford United in sixth. Other notable clubs are Portsmouth in thirteenth. Portsmouth is owned by Michael Eisner and his Tornante investment group.

(1) Cast Your Fate to the Wind by the Vince Guaraldi Trio