Premises

The Klatsch will operate as both a forum for discussion and a zone of contention in matters of Kultur. High/low, pop/serious, trash/legacy, it’s all grist. Music, film, food, television, books, people, events, and other sundry manifestations of humanity to be addressed. Observations will be made, bloggish spouting will issue forth, sensitivities will be bruised. Fer instance, I’ve got a notion that Dylan is the worst possible interpreter of his own music and without certain iconic covers he might not enjoy the reputation he has today (not to mention the publishing royalties). How about Miles? The great unwashed who know little about jazz other than to do a little name-dropping consider him the ne plus ultra of cool. I say the man surrounded himself with good people and they did most of the heavy lifting while he became very rich. You see a theme here? I’m a natural contrarian, always looking for the chink in the armor; the point of leverage to overturn accepted wisdom. Who’s the most dangerous man in film? Stephen Spielberg obviously, who’s done more to shlockify modern cinema than any ten low-budget hacks. Worse, he’s spawned a whole cadre of disciples. You know who I mean.

So what mightn’t qualify for inclusion? I’ll let you know. Meanwhile, pour yourself a couple fingers of Blanton’s, settle back, put your feet up. I’ll take care of the rest.