Saturday, November 27, 2010
I'll be the first to admit that I used to lock myself in my room and contemplate suicide when my Mom played "A Little Touch Of Schmilsson in the Night." I hated that record with the fury of a thousand burning suns. It wasn't until I became a bona fide old dusty nut bastard myself that I realized how amazing Harry was as a singer/songwriter. This film is a heart wrenching piece that explores the life and music of the enigmatic Nilsson, from his early recordings to his dark days carousing in LA with John Lennon. Fascinating stuff.
Recommended by my pal Mary Ellen, the Sexy Producer.
Posted by Casey Brewer at 7:53 PM