Nice elegy by Dennis Hartley for Yaphet Kotto - one of those faces you knew only too well even if you didn't know his name, along with this gem on how not to catch a cab in New York, courtesy Michael Moore.

Thanks for all the films, i feel indebted.

https://digbysblog.net/2021/03/r-i-p-yaphet-kotto/

Somehow reflects on so many things we discuss around here, seemed worth the read.

https://www.nickiswift.com/296045/the-tragic-real-life-story-of-rosie-pe...

Increased levels of lockdown resentment and paranoia could drive a whole new industry and genre.
Maybe the Joker was right - that which does not kill us makes us stranger.

Oldie but goodie.

An aside about what would inspire someone to post Christmas music in the middle of February: an older black man approached me today while humming Christmas tunes in the middle of February. He then proceeded to talk about the end times. 

Before our haiku master passed away, he left with the knowledge that Trump had won the 2016 election. How galling that must have been for him.

It would be presumptuous to make anybody a witness that can't speak for themselves but I am pretty sure I hear this:

When you mess with me
You provoke your own demise
Water is the wine

It's hard to think of a musician as flawed as Phil Spector - maybe Ike Turner.
Yet there's something to hear his wife defend his music, his studio work,
in an era where moral lapses and chasms are not just career enders, but
signal an end to viewing.
But nobody every really thought most musicians were nice boys and girls - 
they were the seedy side of life that were going to corrupt our souls with rock 'n roll.
With Phil, they were almost right - he corrupted his own, while he left the rest of us
a diamond mine.