• Film,  jazz,  Music

    Music for White-Collar Crime

    I have never created the soundtrack for a film, nor do I have the competence to do so.   I imagine, though, that it is very difficult to get right.  Assembling a “soundtrack” for a cultural and legal lagoon like white-collar crime is not easy, either, and subject to much subjectivity. Nevertheless, here below is my Spotify effort.  The list includes Bach, The Last Mr. Bigg,  Miles Davis, Lana Del Ray, Duke Ellington, Jimi Hendrix, The Modern Jazz Quartet, Mozart, The Steve Miller Band and Warren Zevon. Please follow the  “White Collar Wire” playlist on Spotify.  I plan to refresh it every other Sunday.    

  • Cocktails,  jazz,  Theology

    Thanksgiving Notebook: Bing, Booze, Book of Common Prayer

    Unlike the music of Christmas or Easter, the music of Thanksgiving is harder to pinpoint.  Shuffling leaves?  The drum-brush strokes of a knife carving the turkey?  Vince Guaraldi, an early lead-up to Christmas through the dim or vivid Charlie Brown television-memories of readers of a certain age?  An uncertain business, but here are a couple of thoughts. First, when in doubt, start in the seventeenth century.  The “Te Deum & Jubilate for Voices and Instruments made for St. Cecilia’s Day 1694” of Henry Purcell was apparently performed as a Thanksgiving piece, as noted by Michael Evans Kinney and the Stanford libraries: While not much is known about the early St.…

  • Books,  Cocktails,  Crime Fiction,  jazz

    Southern Comfort, Niall Ferguson and Peter Gunn

    Cocktails, books, jazz, and crime. COCKTAILS Crude and low-fi, one’s early-life alcohol memories resonate, but they do so uneasily in our era of craft beers and hyper-precious cocktails. I spent the first semester of my junior year in high school at a lycee in Clermont-Ferrand, France, a city in Auvergne known primarily as the global headquarters of Michelin.  A classmate and I broke into his father’s liquor cabinet and downed half a bottle of a dreadful eau-de-vie.  I barely made it back to the home of my host family, doubtless thinking I was some combination of Albert Camus and Jacques Brel. But one flavor from those early years, once I…