After fighting with studio executives to get his war movie “Red Tails” distributed last year, the filmmaker insists he’s sick of the politics of Hollywood and is retiring. Maybe that means we don’t have to suffer through more aliens in the next Indiana Jones movie. Lucas told film magazine Empire “I’m moving away from all my businesses, I’m finishing all my obligations and I’m going to retire to my garage with my saw and hammer and build hobby movies.
For the past 14 years, the festival has given San Jose resident Robert Kuboi an opportunity to celebrate a part of his heritage — and to share it with others, Kuboi, who’s half Japanese, wore a casual kimono and hat to the festival Saturday, similar to those that Samurais wore when they weren’t in combat, he said, As he ballet flats hurt my feet walked up and down North 5th Street, people stopped him to admire his garb and asked to take pictures, “I come down here whenever there’s a festival here and I dress up,” Kuboi said, “I want people to engage me … I have fun doing this, I meet people from all over and I want people to enjoy their visit here, I hope they come back year after year, Without them, we don’t have a community.”..
Baseball fans saw Giants radio announcer Mike Krukow, and “Voice of the Giants” stadium announcer Renel Brooks-Moon, in the audience. Krukow’s son, Wes Krukow, is a dancer with Smuin Ballet. The evening included a cocktail reception, dinner, and a performance by Smuin dancers, including a comical choreographed version of Abbott and Costello’s “Who’s On First?” routine. Co-chaired by Patti and Jerry Hume, and Athena and John Konstin, the event raised more than $380,000 for the troupe.
“So I counted them,” she continued, “and indeed there were 12 roses, He was in love with me and I thought that was so romantic, such a grand gesture, I didn’t even have a vase, so I cut them very short and put them in glasses around my room, It was beautiful for maybe five or six days and then they died, When they die, they stink, I remember how that beauty turned into something dirty, I thought what a beautiful metaphor for romance, It is gorgeous, but ephemeral, The romance goes away but the love remains, For me, love is not pretty, it’s deep, it’s ballet flats hurt my feet a lot of work.”..
Mabern, 77 and from Memphis, is a big man with huge hands, a physical pianist whose wide-open chords resound like bells. He plays with non-stop clout, periodically mopping his brow with a handkerchief pulled from a back pocket. On the other hand, Hayes, 76 and from Detroit, doesn’t seem to break a sweat, setting up a smooth-riding, cymbal-driven Jet stream of swing that keeps arriving in a steady flow. A yin-yang dream team, they share history; tenures with Hubbard, Adderley and others from hard-bop’s glory days. Alexander, who celebrated his 45th birthday at Sunday’s show, also celebrated that era’s exuberance and flash: On “Speak Low,” the sluice gates opened, and he was off with his solo, flooding through the chord changes, lunging yet articulate. Then came trombonist Steve Davis, a muscular, fluid player, leaping across his horn’s registers, down to the smokiest low notes.