Thursday, September 18, 2014

The Cellar Jazz Club

Back in April 1956, members of the local jazz scene (a scene that included musician Al Neil) opened The Cellar Jazz Club at the northwest corner of Watson Street and West Broadway.

Although big bands were common to downtown hotels and night clubs, the Cellar featured smaller ensembles focused less on swing and dance music than on poetry and bop.

The pictures above show the exterior of the cellar in January 2014 (left), just before the building was torn down, and in March 1961 (right), on the occasion of a "live" CBC recording.

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Tuesday, September 16, 2014

Paris in Edits

Discontinuity editing and Godard's À bout de souffle (1960).

Monday, September 15, 2014

Paris in Film

Some silent film footage of Paris in the 1960s shot by Andre de la Varre. Monsieur de la Varre asks that if you would like to licence this footage, contact him here.

Sunday, September 14, 2014

A small room inside a bay window. A single bed, a table and chair, and a sink. I could manage something larger, with more conveniences, but I could never match the view.

September often brings with it hot days, but almost always cool mornings and even cooler nights. Not last night. When I turned in at midnight it was 16 degrees centigrade.

James Salter, whom I had the pleasure of reading with in Paris in the early '00s, begins his deliciously-written yet at times disturbingly male-gazing A Sport and a Pastime (1967) with this paragraph:

September. It seems those luminous days will never end. The city [Paris], which is almost empty in August, now is filling up again. The restaurants are all reopening, the shops. People are coming back from the country, the sea, from trips on roads all jammed with cars. The station is very crowded. There are children, dogs, families with old pieces of luggage bound by straps. I make my way among them. It's like being in a tunnel. Finally I emerge onto the brilliance of the quai, beneath a roof of glass panels which seem to magnify the light.

Friday, September 12, 2014

This Is Not a Transformer

A few streets north of my home is a transformer that BC Hydro, like Canada Post with its once red mail boxes, has painted as someone might cultivate a garden.