Hey Judas

Murray Head video still

With some liturgical precision, YouTube pushed my way the following video featuring musician Murray Head, hosted by David Frost on November 15, 1969.1 Head had taken the role of Judas Iscariot on the concept album of Jesus Christ Superstar, written by Andrew Lloyd Webber and Tim Rice, who already had gotten their pop cantata-turned-musical Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat under their belt. On Frost’s show Head saunters in sporting a svelte swimmer’s physique not quite concealed beneath a sheer chiffon chemise. There’s an unsettling tension between surface and substance in this presentation: muted tones in living color, crosses replaced by jagged Y’s forming an ebony crown of thorns.

In Superstar, Judas famously takes lead billing over Jesus (in order of appearance) in a retelling of the Passion, casting Christ as man and superman. In the opera Judas begins and ends—here, beyond the grave—as the conscience of the incautious up-and-comer Jesus.

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Heavy Inauguration Rotation

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A few days ago, while cleaning up dead links on this blog, I ran across something included in my 2019 post Vaneigem and Bubblegum, which discusses matters musical, political, and spiritual. “Art on 45” is the lead track on a 1982 vinyl 12” EP called Art • Dream • Dominion by The Royal Family and the Poor. It appears to take its name from Stars on 45, a Dutch act that legitimized what had been a bootleg: a stringing together of popular songs to a disco beat.

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Sor Juana: Inquisitional minds want to know

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I have Octavio Paz’s acclaimed biography of Sor Juana Inés de la Cruz on my shelves, but I never read it. I saw the 1990 film adaptation—if one can compress a 547-page tome into a 105-minute film.2 The IMDB précis is precise:

A 17th-century Mexican nun defies expectations, becoming a renowned intellectual and writer during the Spanish Inquisition. Her progressive ideas attract unwanted attention, forcing her to seek protection from an influential ally.

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Exhuming Joe Hill

Trump, O'Donnell and Klasfeld photo

By now viewers of MSNBC surely are familiar with reporter Adam Klasfeld who currently is attending the Manhattan trial of Donald Trump. You may not know that Klasfeld holds a B.A. in Theatre Arts from Rutgers and studied in London with Richard Digby Day (who “is credited with discovering actors Ralph Fiennes and Hugh Grant”3). Klasfeld is the author of a number of plays as well as artistic director of the theater company One Armed Man.4

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Meeting the Master, Rudy Perez 1929–2023

Rudy Perez in Spiritual Offering

As of six months ago, “Meeting the Master” might evoke the histrionic single by Michigander rock band Greta Van Fleet. It’s not unlike Medium Medium’s “Guru Maharaj Ji” from four decades before, which I’ve described as “either a snide putdown, or a pedestrian description, of the teacher-student dynamic.” I added: New York Times’ Robert Palmer writes that the song “manages to be understanding and wryly humorous.” (The epitome of this polarity might be The Beatles’ “Sexy Sadie,” written by John Lennon about Maharishi Mahesh Yogi.)

Last month I wrote to my filmmaker friend Albert Gasser about

all the gurus I’ve “followed,” secular and non-, among them César Chávez (UFW), Arthur Janov (Primal Therapy), Rudy Perez (dance performance), Charles Cameron [literary and spiritual mentor], Tarkovsky (you introduced me to him), Roman Catholicism, Robert Adams (Advaita Vedanta), Lowell May (IWW), Guy McPherson (abrupt climate change). 

To that list I would add my wife Andrea Carney, whose writings salt-and-pepper this blog. And from the New World and Old World respectively, Ricardo Reyes (art and culture) and Álvar Nuñez Cabeza de Vaca (compassion on a tightrope). And my spiritual mentors Milania Henley and Rev. Bruce MacKenzie. And to that original list I added, to Albert, “If I spouted the party line, I hope usually it was for a brief while. But oh, what I learned.”

Rudy Perez died yesterday morning after a severe asthma attack that took him to the ICU. A year ago I had my first such attack, mild by comparison, but scary enough for an ER session, and as the doctor told me, “You can deal with a lot of things, but not being able to breathe…?”

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