Where would I be without music? It's strange how it works, but the path I'm following at present seems to be fueled mainly by biographies and autobiographies I've been reading about various musicians. Is there a common thread that binds everyone together? I'm not really sure, but a lot of it comes out of the New York scene from the sixties and seventies. I've loved Bob Dylan for years and am familiar with his rise through the folk ranks whilst living in Greenwich Village. From Dylan I've sort of linked to Patti Smith, who wrote in detail in her book Just Kids of her early Greenwich Village life with Robert Mapplethorpe, living at the Chelsea Hotel. The Chelsea Hotel seems to be a fertile location for latching onto other musicians and artists. Then there's Leonard Cohen. I read the biography A Remarkable Life and his fleeting obsession with chanteuse Nico. From there its a short skip to The Velvet Underground and their seminal first album with Nico. Intertwined in this whole scene is Andy Warhol and his Factory, then further back in time, the Beat poets, Allen Ginsberg in particular.
I realise this post is rambling and slightly incoherent, but it sums up how random and 'shotgun' my journey into the past is becoming.
As for film, what is it with New York, but I've been going through Woody Allen's back catalogue of classics, such as Annie Hall, Manhattan, Hannah and Her Sisters and what about the bizarre Everything You Wanted to Know about Sex? That is one strange movie, with its slightly Blackadder feel in parts!
As for more regular fiction, I'm still working my way through Game Of Thrones. I'm on book 5 out of 7, but frankly, as much as I'm enjoying it, it is slow going considering each book is roughly between 800 and 1000 pages in length...