Independent Film Documentaries, radio programmes, uber-rare original recordings and unseen footage by Leman Productions Ltd from 1992 onwards. Also home of 'The JLB Digital Archive' featuring unseen material relating to the television pioneer John Logie Baird.
A rolling archive of historic interviews and performances together with rare performance footage. Including: Acoustic Routes with Billy Connolly, Bert Jansch and Brownie McGhee, JLB - The Man Who Saw the Future, Tv is King, Alastair Reid - A Restless Content, Meeting Grappelli, Old Indians Never Die, Who Painted the Skating Minister?, Writers Drafts, Carla Bley's Birds of Paradise, Edith Wharton - A Lady Doesn't Write and many more.
She certainly did, in her writing, 'make something complex and wonderful' of the predicament in which she found herself - that of the highly intelligent woman whose perception and insight outstrip that of most people around her. The only sane refuge for such a woman is in understanding herself and observing the world she finds herself in, questing its mysteries and depths. Wharton was a master of this in her writing, never more so than in 'The House of Mirth', for me.
Her books were horrifying to a young girl! It’s a testament to her writing that I could be so moved!” A lady does not write”because if she does her thoughts and feelings would tilt the society.
Edith Wharton, one of the greatest American authors! House of Mirth, Age of Innocence, Ethan Frome, just for starters. But I suggest "The Custom of the Country," which is not as well-known. It's wonderful, both funny and tragic. The main character is an awful woman named Undine Spragg. The first line: "Undine, how could you?" basically summarizes the theme of the whole book - how could she have done so many awful things, all for the sake of fame and fortune.
I was once dragged my mother and a friend of her's on a tour of the Newport "cottages." I can't recall now which house we were in when I'd finally had enough. We were being shown a linen "closet" nearly as big as my NYC apartment living room.. At the end of the lecture we were asked if we had any questions. No one spoke, so I raised my hand. "How many people died of black lung to build this "cottage"? My mother was appalled and made her opinion known to the whole group. I suspected at the time that there was at least one other woman in the group who'd thought of a similar question but hadn't dared to ask it. My mother had never read a nook by Edith Wharton, nor would she ever. She didn't know who Edith Wharton was.
Sometimes we just wish that life was about something… anything but these interpretations of what we might even half perceive to be truths… somebody save me….
Walter Berry should have married her. It reminds me of Barbara Pym, who had a brief affair and a lifelong friendship with a man she met when she was going to college at Oxford. He didn’t marry Ms. Pym either, he married someone else, but he was at Barbara’s deathbed. Men oftentimes think they are settling when they court someone whose looks don’t quite come up to snuff. They think the grass is greener somewhere else and so pass up spending their life with a soulmate and opt for the ornament of a pretty wife.
Fire and Rain... James Taylor. From the 70s (BBC footage mentioned in an earlier) comment) and in the 1994, a live recording in Glasgow when he's older. Superb
I love her, but she’s too much! She says that her son was not really a hindrance to her 20:43 writing. Then she says that her parents took care of her son while she wrote and worked!
What Baird saw , was , that to tackle a task, that is reproduce a whole picture for our eyes , an approach similar to calculus...break down the subject into small , miniscule parts , then find a way to reintegrate.
No matter how many times I hear him I’m still mesmerised and in awe of the ease with which he can play. Sheer genius, and inspirational to so many guitarists and always will be. RIP Bert and thank you!
Super. I remember Les Cousins, but a snip it of Bungies would make the video perfect. They all played there including of course Jackson C Franke. I had the pleasure of seeing and listening. Quite something.
Interesting to know that British Television was being developed by one man, John Baird Logie. In the U.S. there was DeForest, Farnsworth, Zworykin & Sarnoff to deal with.
The guy she was supposed to marry ended up dying a couple of years after their broken engagement from tuberculosis. His mother did not want them to marry and she ended up with his inheritance after his death.
