The incredible story of a film that was never made In the 1950s; when Satyajit Ray asked Pandit Ravi Shankar to compose the music for the Apu Trilogy; he conceptualized a film on the legendary sitarist. He also worked out a detailed storyboard for the film. However; for reasons unknown till now; the film was never made and the project was forgotten. Now; for the first time;Rays storyboard is available. Together with interviews by both Ray and Ravi Shankar on various aspects of their collaboration and a scholarly introduction; this is truly a collectors edition.
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4 of 4 people found the following review helpful. What is our responsibility to Sue Saad the Next?By Kevin John BozelkaThere Greil Marcus goes; spelunking deep into the latest live rendition of "Masters of War;" blathering on about democracy. But before following that iconic grey-hair-and-spectacles combo down the craggy path of Dylanology yet again; you might consider acquainting yourself with the latest collection from the man who embodies the spirit of democracy more decidedly than anyone in Rockcrit - Chuck Eddy (or; as Sergei Pankejeff called him; Chuckipus Oedipus). The most fruitful way to approach Terminated for Reasons of Taste is to place it alongside the old blue or even sloppy red editions of The Rolling Stone Record Guide wherein hundred of albums are dispatched to a one-line or even one-word oblivion. Eddy; however; takes up residency in oblivion and devotes himself to these albums and dozens like it in rich; detail-drunk descriptions of country rap; fake new wave; prairie prog; unsung 1980s RB; old old old school rap; excellent boring metal from Germany; bro-country; Frank Chickens; and the best songs of 1930. Faced with Eddys frequent unwillingness to pass judgement on what is; for the most part; justifiably obscure crap; a reader in need of consumer guidance might opine that this is barely criticism at all. Maybe so. But the over-amped; exhausting energy of his reportage raises some crucial questions; especially pressing in our paradise of digital plenty. Is it not finally undemocractic to launch another book on Bob Dylan when The Endtables have never appeared in an index? What do we miss when we trace the every discographical squelch of that Beatles or this Kanye West or dont realize that Nazareth has been recording new material pretty steadily since 1971 all the way up to 2014s Rock n Roll Telephone? What is our responsibility to Sue Saad the Next? Should we give their only album (Planet Records; 1980) a shot or finish listening to Neil Youngs The Archives Vol. 1? Was it; after all; you and me who killed the Kennedys or Kurt Cobain? In short; Terminated for Reasons of Taste is the rock critic equivalent of Preston Sturges Christmas in July (1940). The incredible-looking 1980s hair metal band Madam X is like hapless Jimmy MacDonald and Eddy is J. B. Baxter giving them a chance to show what theyve got. They belong in a book because they think they belong in a book. Or put it this way - theyre the tree falling in the woods with nobody to hear them except the woods here are dollar bins and Chuck Eddy is the nobody. Wait - that didnt work. Look; you dont have to pay even a dollar to hear that Sue Saad the Next album what with Spotify and YouTube and all. So put the money saved towards this fine collection. P. S. If Geddy Lee married Chuck Eddy; his name would be Geddy Eddy. Full disclosure: Yes; I am thanked in the Acknowledgements. But I paid cash money for my copy so hopefully that lends me a modicum of objectivity.4 of 12 people found the following review helpful. Eddy must have blackmailed someone to become a music critic at the Village VoiceBy Jason D. ReagleEddy must have blackmailed someone to be a Village Voice music criticNever has a human had as so much access to live shows and free music as this guy - as editor and writer for Village Voice - and been such an utter ignoramus.Eddy mostly listened to "commerical country" in the aughts as the genre was keeping it real post-9/11. Real racist. Auteurs like Toby Keith of "Taliban Song" fame are lauded for their jingoistic brand of hixploitation. Commercial country. Funny.Aerosmith is the ne plus ultra rock squad in these pages. Just Kicking Ass.The Beastie Boys are chided for not cranking out Licensed to Ill II-V.U2 never made an album worth listening to after Under a Blood Red Sky.There is a review of a Matchbox 20 song. Who even listens to or considers Matchbox 20? It is actually kind of funny; but were New Yorkers listening to Matchbox 20? Any New Yorker? A serious review of their music? Kinda funny.The video for Genesis "Land of Confusion" is edgy man.I guess my simple review is this: if you can think of a few hundred bands worth listening to; you will think this book is garbage. If you think you would not be able to have a conversation about music with someone who was sitting next to you in a bar and brought up a "commercial country" clownshow like Toby Keith as anything other than a racist goofball with a black beard and blonde hair; keep moving. There is nothing to see here.Note: 0 stars is not an option.
