documentary of the 1974 mega-concert in kinshasa. ridiculously funny, insightful, and touching moments from great afro-american talents of the day, including muhammad ali, don king, james brown, b.b. king, celia cruz. but i think the film is worht seeing just to see, and i stress see, the great bill withers sing this song -
etta place: butch? butch cassidy: hmm. etta place: do you ever wonder if i'd met you first, we'd be the ones to get involved? butch cassidy: but we are involved, etta. don't you know that? i mean you are riding on my bicycle - in some arabian countries that's the same as being married.
because love isn't about who you're with or who hurt who the most. when the chips are down and their backs against the wall, you just want them to know that they are loved. and hopefully, that makes a difference.
and for those who care too much about their eardrums to actually listen to bob dylan, check out this completely beautiful rendition by adele -
Lt. Col. Frank Slade: Ooh, but I still smell her. [inhales deeply through nose] Lt. Col. Frank Slade: Women! What can you say? Who made 'em? God must have been a fuckin' genius. The hair... They say the hair is everything, you know. Have you ever buried your nose in a mountain of curls... just wanted to go to sleep forever? Or lips... and when they touched, yours were like... that first swallow of wine... after you just crossed the desert. Tits. Hoo-ah! Big ones, little ones, nipples staring right out at ya, like secret searchlights. Mmm. Legs. I don't care if they're Greek columns... or secondhand Steinways. What's between 'em... passport to heaven. I need a drink. Yes, Mr Sims, there's only two syllables in this whole wide world worth hearing: pussy. Hah! Are you listenin' to me, son? I'm givin' ya pearls here.
always amusing when a guy named blount gets arrested for marijuana possession. my favorite part is the judge's response to corie blount's claim that 29lbs. of pot was for personal use - "Cheech and Chong would have had a hard time smoking that much." judge craig hedric, you are a funny man.
there's so many times i've let you down so many times i've played around i tell you now, they don't mean a thing every place i go, i'll think of you every song i sing, i'll sing for you when i come back, i'll bring your wedding ring