This 1978 Swedish TV documentary about Don Cherry is pure flow. Don and his wife Moki lark about with their kids (Neneh and Eagle Eye) in Tågarp, Sweden, where they live in a converted school house. That’s straight crunchy. Moki negotiates with a Manhattan fabric dealer who asks if the Swedish crew are filming a porno, and you get to see her textile work hanging on walls in Hästveda and Long Island City. There is fantastic footage of Don playing in the streets of SoHo, which made me want to smash all the phones and give everybody the day off and a log to whittle. We see Harlem and the Bronx and L.I.C. and a healthy clutch of street loons, including a Bruce Lee wannabe. Don kills it on the stringed gourd instrument I thought was a kora but is not?
Friday, December 18 2020
Friday, December 18 2020
Friday, December 18 2020
This 1978 Swedish TV documentary about Don Cherry is pure flow. Don and his wife Moki lark about with their kids (Neneh and Eagle Eye) in Tågarp, Sweden, where they live in a converted school house. That’s straight crunchy. Moki negotiates with a Manhattan fabric dealer who asks if the Swedish crew are filming a porno, and you get to see her textile work hanging on walls in Hästveda and Long Island City. There is fantastic footage of Don playing in the streets of SoHo, which made me want to smash all the phones and give everybody the day off and a log to whittle. We see Harlem and the Bronx and L.I.C. and a healthy clutch of street loons, including a Bruce Lee wannabe. Don kills it on the stringed gourd instrument I thought was a kora but is not?