This existential question is posed in a still-brilliant song by Peggy Lee. Written, I think, in the 1960s it captures the zeitgeist today. The lyrics find a woman questioning life's experiences and suggesting we all 'break out the booze', 'keep dancing' and have a ball because "that's all there is". She is searching for some deeper meaning without understanding that the deeper meaning comes from inside the self. Escapism through drugs and alcohol mask that eternal inner emptiness for those who cannot find more meaning in life and who often also crowd their lives with material possessions. It's a powerful message and was an anthem of my youth, when my mother would discuss with me the meaning of those words - a mixture of hedonism and nihilism:
"Is That All There Is?"
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Some readers might also remember a (for me) indelibly memorable Robert Wlison-directed touring production of Heiner Müller's play The Hamlet Machine, which played at the Almeida Theatre some time in the early 80s, and was accompanied throughout by a piano playing a very slow one-finger rendition of this song. Returning to which, I remember hearing it as a child and finding it very frightening that someone could even think those things!
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Originally posted by Richard Barrett View PostSome readers might also remember a (for me) indelibly memorable Robert Wlison-directed touring production of Heiner Müller's play The Hamlet Machine, which played at the Almeida Theatre some time in the early 80s, and was accompanied throughout by a piano playing a very slow one-finger rendition of this song. Returning to which, I remember hearing it as a child and finding it very frightening that someone could even think those things!
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Originally posted by Tetrachord View PostThat sounds like a very devastating use of that tune!!! Here's another approach to disenchantment, and I just adore it!! The bitterness is palpable:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Yxz81DtK_9k
We were lucky enough to see this performance by the extraordinary Meaow-Meaow at a recreation of the KitKat club in Berlin, she adds vunerability and an uncomfortable humour to the world-weariness,
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The title of this thread was also that which Lindsay Anderson gave to his autovaledictory documentary, made in 1992, just two years before his passing, in reference to Alan Price's rendition of this song aboard a boat on the Thames, on which Anderson led a gathering of beloved fellow actors and associates in a commemoration of Jill Bennett and Rachel Roberts, followed by the scattering of their ashes on the tide. Oddly enough I had not come across the tune before.
Some wonderful person has put the entire, heartwarming documentary on Youtube:
Enjoy the videos and music you love, upload original content, and share it all with friends, family, and the world on YouTube.
The boat sequence occurs right at the end.
Lindsay Anderson was a bit of a hero of mine. They don't make telly like this anymore.
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Originally posted by Tetrachord View PostThis existential question is posed in a still-brilliant song by Peggy Lee. Written, I think, in the 1960s it captures the zeitgeist today. The lyrics find a woman questioning life's experiences and suggesting we all 'break out the booze', 'keep dancing' and have a ball because "that's all there is". She is searching for some deeper meaning without understanding that the deeper meaning comes from inside the self. Escapism through drugs and alcohol mask that eternal inner emptiness for those who cannot find more meaning in life and who often also crowd their lives with material possessions. It's a powerful message and was an anthem of my youth, when my mother would discuss with me the meaning of those words - a mixture of hedonism and nihilism:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3sWTnsemkIs
PJHarvey version v good....bong ching
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Originally posted by Tetrachord View Poststill-brilliant song by Peggy Lee.My life, each morning when I dress, is four and twenty hours less. (J Richardson)
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Originally posted by Serial_Apologist View PostThe title of this thread was also that which Lindsay Anderson gave to his autovaledictory documentary, made in 1992, just two years before his passing, in reference to Alan Price's rendition of this song aboard a boat on the Thames, on which Anderson led a gathering of beloved fellow actors and associates in a commemoration of Jill Bennett and Rachel Roberts, followed by the scattering of their ashes on the tide. Oddly enough I had not come across the tune before.
Some wonderful person has put the entire, heartwarming documentary on Youtube:
Enjoy the videos and music you love, upload original content, and share it all with friends, family, and the world on YouTube.
The boat sequence occurs right at the end.
Lindsay Anderson was a bit of a hero of mine. They don't make telly like this anymore.
Adolf [Osborne's nickname for her] has left half a million to Battersea Dogs' Home. She never bought a bar of soap in all the time she lived with me. Always, she cried poverty… It is the most perfect act of misanthropy, judged with the tawdry, kindless theatricality she strove to achieve in life. She had no love in her heart for people and only a little more for dogs. Her brand of malignity, unlike Penelope's went beyond even the banality of ambition…. Her frigidity was almost total. She loathed men and pretended to love women, whom she hated even more. She was at ease only in the company of homosexuals, who she also despised but whose narcissism matched her own. I never heard her say an admiring thing of anyone… Everything about her life had been a pernicious confection, a sham.
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Originally posted by Tetrachord View PostThanks for this. I've inquired further about Jill Bennett and found some disturbing material in the Wiki bio of John Osborne - to whom she was married. This actress committed suicide and this is what Osborne later wrote about her: surely he was one of the most vile and troubled narcissists in the theatrical world!!
Adolf [Osborne's nickname for her] has left half a million to Battersea Dogs' Home. She never bought a bar of soap in all the time she lived with me. Always, she cried poverty… It is the most perfect act of misanthropy, judged with the tawdry, kindless theatricality she strove to achieve in life. She had no love in her heart for people and only a little more for dogs. Her brand of malignity, unlike Penelope's went beyond even the banality of ambition…. Her frigidity was almost total. She loathed men and pretended to love women, whom she hated even more. She was at ease only in the company of homosexuals, who she also despised but whose narcissism matched her own. I never heard her say an admiring thing of anyone… Everything about her life had been a pernicious confection, a sham.
Rachel Roberts, married for a time to Rex Harrison, also took her own life, but ten years before Jill. What a tragic waste of a wonderful talent. I relive with great relish her hilarious seduction scene with Malcolm McDowell over the coffee tasting in "O Lucky Man", (1973), once every year: definitely my favourite film:
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Originally posted by Tetrachord View Post...surely he was one of the most vile and troubled narcissists in the theatrical world!!
I thought it was horrible, even then. Deep misogyny disguised as progressive politics.
I had never read that passage you quote until now, but it doesn't surprise me in the least.
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Originally posted by jean View PostI remember seeing Look Back in Anger in about 1958 - the vanguard of the exciting new theatre that was going to liberate us from the washed-up old dramatists that were all we'd had.
I thought it was horrible, even then. Deep misogyny disguised as progressive politics.
I had never read that passage you quote until now, but it doesn't surprise me in the least.
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Originally posted by Serial_Apologist View PostNone of that lot, the Angry Young Men of the time, come out of that era with reputations worth salvaging, in my opinion.
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