Life is complicated and busy. Did you notice? Keeping up with the music, movies and books that fed your youthful imagination and conversations is harder than ever, but even more important. Here's the good news: there's never been more great new stuff. The challenge is to find it.

So here are my highly opinionated views on sounds, sights and words that will help you keep it fresh and real, and links to the veins where the richest motherlodes can be found.

Feed your head.
- JumpingFlashJack

Tuesday, May 29, 2012

Past Masters - Joni Mitchell's Hejira


She recorded it in 1976 at the age of 33, long after the poplar success that came with Both Sides Now, Big Yellow Taxi and Free Man in Paris.  Hejira is a dreamscape of jazz sounds, her own guitar underpinned by Larry Carlton’s and the gently propulsive drumming of John Guerin.   But it’s the bass of Jaco Pastorius that gives this disk its droning power.  From deep in the analog era, the sound is crisp and clean.


Composed after a cross-country car trip from Maine to California, the songs are full of the imagery of the road and the mood is full of loss and longing. Listen to Refuge of the Roads, which epitomizes the restless, rootless feel:




In a highway service station
Over the month of June
Was a photograph of the earth
Taken coming back from the moon
And you couldn't see a city
On that marbled bowling ball
Or a forest or a highway
Or me here least of all
You couldn't see these cold water restrooms
Or this baggage overload
Westbound and rolling 
Taking refuge in the roads  





For me, the beautiful, beating heart of this masterpiece (I do not exaggerate) is her meditation on Amelia Earhart, then already a mythic figure of the female adventurer:

I was driving across the burning desert
When I spotted six jet planes
Leaving six white vapor trails across the bleak terrain
It was the hexagram of the heavens
it was the strings of my guitar
Amelia, it was just a false alarm



On a summer night, rain threatening or even coming down, fall under the spell of this one. 

Tuesday, May 8, 2012

Fresh Face – Lena Dunham


Okay, this is a stretch but stay with me for a minute:  Imagine if Sandra Dee, in addition to starring in, it had written and directed Gidget, the 1959 movie that ushered the surfing craze into popular culture.  And what if Sandy had then gone on to adapt it for television (too bad for you Sally Fields), with an unblinking focus on what exactly went on with Moon Doggy at the beach?  Nuh, uh.  No chance for the girls to win big in 1959.

But this is exactly the hat trick that 25 year-old Lena Dunham has pulled off.  Fresh out of Oberlin, she produced a smart, original 2010 film about coming home to NYC “in a post college delirium” – Tiny Furniture.  It’s a gem. 



Now under the watchful gaze of Judd Apatow, she’s got a breakout hit on HBO, Girls, recycling and expanding the characters and situations of Tiny Furniture.  The writing is sharp, the acting authentic and Dunham's character heroic.  

Watch it for its knowing, hilarious insights into how women are navigating the straits of young adulthood right now  Watch it for an early look at young comedic talent who could be this generation’s Elaine May (Wayback Machine alert – Google her).  



But whatever you do, do not watch it as the parent of a 25 year old daughter.  If that's you, go watch something else less unsettling, like Game of Thrones or something.