{"id":19745,"date":"2013-08-08T08:52:12","date_gmt":"2013-08-08T12:52:12","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.rocktownhall.com\/blogs\/?p=19745"},"modified":"2013-08-08T08:52:12","modified_gmt":"2013-08-08T12:52:12","slug":"i-cant-stand-it-anymore","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.rocktownhall.com\/blogs\/i-cant-stand-it-anymore\/","title":{"rendered":"I Can&#8217;t Stand It Anymore"},"content":{"rendered":"<div id=\"attachment_19747\" style=\"width: 310px\" class=\"wp-caption aligncenter\"><a href=\"http:\/\/www.rocktownhall.com\/blogs\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/08\/nilsson.jpg\"><img aria-describedby=\"caption-attachment-19747\" loading=\"lazy\" class=\"size-medium wp-image-19747\" alt=\"Genius.\" src=\"http:\/\/www.rocktownhall.com\/blogs\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/08\/nilsson-300x168.jpg\" width=\"300\" height=\"168\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.rocktownhall.com\/blogs\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/08\/nilsson-300x168.jpg 300w, https:\/\/www.rocktownhall.com\/blogs\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/08\/nilsson.jpg 640w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 300px) 100vw, 300px\" \/><\/a><p id=\"caption-attachment-19747\" class=\"wp-caption-text\">Genius.<\/p><\/div>\n<p>I check in on the ESPN cultural offshoot site <em>Grantland<\/em> on a regular basis. I don&#8217;t always agree with their writers&#8217; points of view and I often find their pieces even more ponderous and self-involved than stuff I like to read and write, but I much prefer reading overwrought articles on subjects like sports and the arts than the short, publicist-driven blurbs that fill up too much of the media. Last week <em>Grantland<\/em> waived a tempting piece in my face:<\/p>\n<p><!--more--><\/p>\n<h1><a title=\"Deconstructing Harry\" href=\"http:\/\/www.grantland.com\/story\/_\/id\/9529179\/the-legacy-harry-nilsson\" target=\"_blank\">Deconstructing Harry<\/a><\/h1>\n<p>I couldn&#8217;t help but be aware that some new Harry Nilsson box set was on the market. Some headlines and Facebook mentions had been flying around. I skipped clicking on any of the links. <em>The Genius of Harry Nilsson<\/em> is a topic that drives me to call my close, personal friend, <strong>E. Pluribus Gergely<\/strong>, once a year to find a sympathetic ear for a well-needed rant over how disappointing I find this artist&#8217;s genius status. I&#8217;ve been trying to catch up with EPG, and it was tempting to click on the link to the <em>Grantland<\/em> piece as fuel for our coming dinner plans. But I couldn&#8217;t make that click. I can&#8217;t stand reading another thing about <em>The Genius of Harry Nilsson<\/em>, not after watching a documentary on him a few months ago.<\/p>\n<p>Maybe I complained about this after watching that doc. I spent 2 hours of my life learning about a bright kid from a screwed-up family who grew up to hold a real job before showing early promise as a songwriter, singing a smash movie soundtrack hit song that he didn&#8217;t write, and writing a couple of catchy songs and making a precious solo album that was pretty much overlooked thanks to the singer&#8217;s odd, high-pitched voice and Nordic, thoroughly non-rocking looks. Next he was befriended by members of The Beatles and The Who, at which point he would make his greatest impact on rock &#8216;n roll: dragging John Lennon, Ringo Starr, and Keith Moon through the early &#8217;70s LA club scene. From this point the documentary explicitly kept the focus on Nilsson&#8217;s largely ignored, quirky solo albums, but the implied focus was that he could really party for a fairly &#8220;square&#8221; guy whose increasingly sporadic artistic efforts were focused on making an album of American pop standards, a precursor, it might be argued, to Rod Stewart&#8217;s groundbreaking, late-career works.<\/p>\n<p>The final third of the movie involved an ever-expanding circle of cool music and movie friends celebrating and lamenting Harry&#8217;s ability to drink a fifth of vodka and wet the bed. I don&#8217;t mean to be too harsh on the guy and his fans, but a brief creative flare followed by decades of \u00a0horrendous decline no longer stimulate my rock-doc appetites. I can&#8217;t stand it anymore.<\/p>\n<div id=\"attachment_19749\" style=\"width: 310px\" class=\"wp-caption aligncenter\"><a href=\"http:\/\/www.rocktownhall.com\/blogs\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/08\/baker.jpg\"><img aria-describedby=\"caption-attachment-19749\" loading=\"lazy\" class=\"size-medium wp-image-19749\" alt=\"Tormented or tormentor?\" src=\"http:\/\/www.rocktownhall.com\/blogs\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/08\/baker-300x200.jpg\" width=\"300\" height=\"200\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.rocktownhall.com\/blogs\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/08\/baker-300x200.jpg 300w, https:\/\/www.rocktownhall.com\/blogs\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/08\/baker.jpg 702w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 300px) 100vw, 300px\" \/><\/a><p id=\"caption-attachment-19749\" class=\"wp-caption-text\">Tormented or tormentor?<\/p><\/div>\n<p>On a related note, I recently watched that <strong>Ginger Baker<\/strong> documentary. Have you seen it? I&#8217;m still not sure that I ever dig his drumming on Cream records, but he&#8217;s also considered a Tormented Genius. The documentary moves from his 18 minutes of fame drumming for Cream to a lifetime of misery and bad vibes. For being a complete prick who briefly drummed for an overrated psych band I am expected to watch a 2-hour documentary on Ginger Baker. As if I ever cared. No one ever called my prick of a dad a tormented genius.<\/p>\n<p>Well, I watched the Ginger Baker documentary through the end. The joke was on me.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I check in on the ESPN cultural offshoot site Grantland on a regular basis. I don&#8217;t always agree with their writers&#8217; points of view and I often find their pieces even more ponderous and self-involved than stuff I like to read and write, but I much prefer reading overwrought articles on subjects like sports and <a href='https:\/\/www.rocktownhall.com\/blogs\/i-cant-stand-it-anymore\/' class='excerpt-more'>[&#8230;]<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":5,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[342],"tags":[127],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.rocktownhall.com\/blogs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/19745"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.rocktownhall.com\/blogs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.rocktownhall.com\/blogs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.rocktownhall.com\/blogs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/5"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.rocktownhall.com\/blogs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=19745"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.rocktownhall.com\/blogs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/19745\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.rocktownhall.com\/blogs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=19745"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.rocktownhall.com\/blogs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=19745"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.rocktownhall.com\/blogs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=19745"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}