Monday June 25, 2007
A perfectly lovely day, long, lazy and stay-at-home because it was raining. A lot.
A few days back I was sat thinking about things and turned over a memory of going to the cinema in London to see Jazz on a Summer’s Day. At least twice. It would have been in the early 60s. It was one of those seminal influences for me. I’ve seen it since, on TV like as not, but these days it’s shown only in cinema clubs and such, places to which I have no access. Nor wish to have.
I sighed, put the memory back where it would be, hopefully, safe, and turned to my next job.
It nagged me, though. Surely, I thought, in these days, I can get to see it again if I wish? So I surfed on over to Amazon, did a search and there it was, on DVD. One click and I had my own copy. Two days later, here it was. And today, I sat down and watched it, feeling those seminal floods all over again.
And, who would have thought it back then, it sits on my shelf now, all ready to watch over any time the fancy takes me.
Ain’t technology wonderful?
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