A 'must see' movie for morticians: "Departures" ..."A classical cellist returns to his village after losing his position in a major symphony and takes a job assisting in the Japanese ritual preparation of the dead. He keeps his work a secret at first; but finally realizes the deep spiritual fulfillment it provides him." Academy Award® Winner for Best Foreign Language Film of the year.
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THIS PHOTO IS 13 YEARS NEWER THAN THIS POST Let's just say this, I am in a bit of a "state" right now. state n. 1. A condition or mode of being, as with regard to circumstances: a state of confusion. Big time. Ok. got it? For those of you that know me, forget it, throw that away, you do not. Not even close. I am A. Mortician, that is all you know. That being said, let me attempt at blathering on for awhile. I dodged a particularly tragic pair of deaths this week. Conflicting arrangement times prevented me from meeting with the family of a nightmarish tragedy. Counting myself lucky, I moved on into my week attacking various duties with great abandonment and beautiful hope for the future. Then, a few days ago, I was greeted with my comeuppance. A distraught and destroyed woman on the other end of a telephone telling me that she needed my help. Help with the kind of thing I know a bit about. This is, as they say, not my first rodeo. I listened, I cared, I used "th...
" Netson's performance was fluid and comforting. His songs felt worn but not worn out. Worn like an old preacher's bible or perfect pair of denim jeans. Beholding the original front man of Boise's psychedelic underground play his guitar as a relaxed elder statesman is a gift and a testimonial to gratitude. Watching the caustic gunslinger coax his instrument into direction is more of a conversation than it is an argument now, its genuine nature palpable and open to interpretation. I didn't stay for much of the 'headlining' act. The contrary and dissonant beginnings of Michael Scheidt's set compared to Netson were perhaps a bit too distant. I enjoy Scheidt's work, but paired with the preamble, the recital came off as a bit contrived. Obviously that's an opinion best left off the menu because this author is necessarily biased. Watching the Yob front man undertake Netson's display of craft was that of understanding and great respect. Witness...
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