I’m only halfway through the new season of Mozart in the Jungle, a show I absolutely love. [NOTE: Since writing this, I finished the season.] I’m thisclose to starting Stranger Things but haven’t pulled the trigger yet. I’m a season behind on Orange is the New Black. I hear great things about Bojack Horseman and Unbreakable Kimmy Schmidt but, well, see all of the above.
While most year-end movie lists circle around the same batch of films, you’ll find TV lists that don’t overlap at all. I can name a dozen TV shows I’ve never seen that have shown up at or near the top of critics’ year-end lists, along with a dozen more I watch regularly.
I’m in year-end movie catch-up mode, trying to watch as many 2016 films as possible before the Oscar nominations are announced at the end of the month. I’ve identified about two dozen movies I’d like to see, from highbrow to popcorn. I’ll be happy to get through half of them.
In the past week or so, I’ve watched The Lobster, Cafe Society and Sing Street (along with my third viewing of Moana with the kids).
For example, “Senior Service” is both a reference to the United Kingdom’s Navy (the highest ranked of their armed forces) and a brand of cigarettes. Both of those meanings are toyed with in this song, along with probably a dozen other things I’m too stupid and/or American to catch.
Turnstiles was written after Joel left Los Angeles to return to his native New York and exercise more control over his music (he produced the album himself). That move is reflected in such titles as ‘New York State of Mind’ and ‘Say Goodbye to Hollywood.’ On this track, he admits that, while it’s time for him to move on, he’ll have fond memories of his life in L.A.
Well it’s floodin’ down in Texas
All of the telephone lines are down
And I’ve been tryin’ to call my baby
Lord, and I can’t get a single sound
Well dark clouds are rollin’ in
Man I’m standin’ out in the rain
Yeah floodwater keep a rollin’
Man it’s about to drive poor me insane
Well, I’m leavin’ you baby
Lord, and I’m goin’ back home to stay
Well back home there’s no floods or tornados
Baby, and the sun shines every day