So I now have a little …what? What should I call it? A crush? Sure. I seem to have developed a little crush on Doris Day. This is all because the Vaughan Public Library recently added a whole bunch of classic Day films on dvd (I think there might be thirteen new titles). So far I’ve seen four of these reissues and I have everything else on request.
The only Day film I’ve seen before last week was Hitchcock’s The Man Who Knew Too Much and I really only watched it then for Hitchcock and star James Stewart. While Day is fine and she sings her signature song “Que Sera Sera” in it, she didn’t really make an impression. All I (assumed I) knew about then was that she was a mainstream jazz(ish) and carried around the label “America’s Sweetheart”.
I don’t know what I was thinking. Doris Day is the best. Like I said, I’ve watched four Day movies in about a week. In viewing order: Love Me or Leave Me (more on this one in a moment), The Glass Bottom Boat, Lullaby of Broadway, and Tea for Two. And while I do have a lot more movie watching to do, I am getting a sense of Doris Day the movie star.
Do you have a favourite band? Me? I’ve had a few. Here’s a snapshot history:
* 1981 to 1983 – The Who
* 1983 to 1985 – Pink Floyd
* 1985 to 1987 – The Clash
* 1987 to 1990 – Metallica
* 1990 to 1992 – The Replacements
* 1992 to 1995 – Weddings Parties Anything
* 1995 to 2000 – Blue Rodeo
* 2000 to 2008 – Wilco
* 2008 to Present – Boris
With this list, a few things come to mind. I’ve been a big ol’ nerd for way too long. I bet every awkward thirteen year old seems to get into Pink Floyd and albums like The Wall. We don’t need no education, indeed. Punk came into my life in ’85, followed by metal in ’87 (I remember punks and metalheads starting hanging out around then). Eventually my rules for what is my favourite band became a little more entrenched. My favourite band had to still be together; better then to be able to see my favourite band live. So when the Replacements broke up in ’92, I needed a new favourite band. And when a bands gets on a bit and - while they still make fine music – lose some of what makes them interesting, I need a new favourite then too. This accounts for the shift from Blue Rodeo to Wilco and Wilco to Boris. It’s a complicated process.
Sometimes you can find reflections on war and the legacies of war in some of the most unlikely places. Prompted by my recent run through a few of the Studio Ghibli movies (I’ve written some on the studio, over on the Kidzone; it’s been a mini-obsession), I’ve considered the charm and wonder of these films. Without exception, each Ghibli film I’ve watched has been lovely. Some of these films, though, get into the darker stuff too.
Take The Wind Rises for example, the latest and (apparently) the last from master animator and Ghibli founder Hayao Miyazaki. Now in his mid-70s, Miyazaki seems set to retire. This might be sad news, but I imagine lots of Ghibli fans are also curious to see where the studio will go in the future. In the meantime, though, I am finding it fascinating watching a major artist take stock and consider his history. And not all of this history was sunshine and happy memories.