"Lifeless eyes, black eyes,like a doll's eyes"

Got a little bit of time in working on my music last night. Then I went out for another Indie Memphis movie. This was Betty: They Say I'm Different, the documentary about Betty Davis. First, there was a short documentary called Birth of Afrobeat, about Tony Allen. It was pretty short, not a whole lot in it, mostly an interview with him and some Chicago musicians he's playing with now. The Betty Davis documentary was pretty good. The subject matter is pretty awesome, I don't have any of her music but love everything I've heard and know I should rectify that. The way the documentary flowed felt a little lacking, like it was wanting to do it one way that Betty Davis didn't want to go so it didn't quite have the direction it should have either way. It was still good overall, but kinda missing something. It felt they were like, ooh we've finally tracked down Betty Davis and we're going to answer all the questions of what happened to her and where she's been and everything, and she didn't want to quite go there and was still elusive and mysterious to a degree and wanted something more meditative. So they ended up with something that wasn't quite either. Anyway. Work today was regular or whatever. We had a Memphis Concrète meeting over at Amy's house and the whole gang was there. Now I'm back and that's about it for now.

Oh, and a few things I've neglected to mention in the past. When I was at Two Rivers on Halloween I picked up a book: Mother Night by Kurt Vonnegut. Also, an impression on watching Sisters. I'm familiar with the score by way of MX-80's cover but I'd never heard the original. So when the movie started with it, right away I was like, "this has to be Bernard Herrmann" and I was correct. Oh, and Chris Elliott reprised his Quint monologue à la Get a Life in Clara's Ghost. I got a kick out of that.