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I’ve been thinking a bit about recognition recently. Who gets it. Who doesn’t. And why? And if it hurts or helps us, individually and collectively?
So this was well timed. She really wanted it and got it and normalised it. But the hints about what that was really like have been there for a while to anybody who’s actually been listening:
All you’re ever going to be is mean.
She’s cheer captain and I’m on the bleachers.
I’m just going…
The rise and demise of The Police as told through the lense of Andy Summers, the guitarist and probably lesser known of the three band members.
This is the sort of documentary that I could watch all day and all night and into the early hours of the morning and contemplate rewatching the next day.
The story of his relationship with his wife and family, which is woven through, is heartbreaking.
I'd like to see more of his photography. What an awesome record and memory. I imagine him getting lost in that archive for days.