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Finding what you want to watch when you want to watch SHOULD be the easiest thing in the world. It still will always be hard to know what you want to watch, mind you — but if you do, you should be able to find it.
In terms of the knowing part of the equation, playlists are a start. Every social media site should have an easy to use playlist function that allows you to post what you are going to watch, and for others watching those films to find you. The film watching experience is only partially about content. It is also about social and we need to have easier tools to connect with if we are going to make it all work again,
And combining playlists with easy searches of what is available online is the start of something truly great. Clicker helps a great deal in this regard. The ability to share playlists is a key thing when it comes to discovery and it doesn’t look like that is a possibility with Clicker unfortunately. We want to be able to build playlists, post them, embed them, share them.
“Blood Simple” was the first film I bought a ticket for at a film festival. It was screening at the NYFF and I soon came to recognize that the films accepted to that fest were of a exceedingly high quality. The curatorial taste behind that festival choices was something I had confidence in. They gained my trust precisely because they have never tried to be all things for all people, and for that I have always been willing to pay a premium for. The NYFF was, and is, a trusted filter.
Too many festivals these days program too many films without revealing, or reveling in, their curatorial hands, diminishing the power of their brand in the process. If festivals are going to become the new curators, that will have to change. Festivals must emphasize their unique taste, if not overall, then within sidebars at the festival.
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John Fahey: Guitar God
He’s also been a great curator, releasing old-time recordings with wonderful packaging. I’ve never read his short stories, but I’ve retold many times my friend’s tale of how my pal drove cross country to sell Fahey a collection of RCA acetate classical music recordings, only to find Fahey living in his car because his house had become overwhelmed with his “collections”. Fahey paid him several thousand for the discs, and my friend felt bad because it felt like he took candy from a baby, but my friend was broke and needed the cash. It was the early days of the internet and a few weeks passed and my friend read how Fahey had just sold a collection of RCA acetate classical music recordings for TENS of thousands of dollars. Fahey may have seemed crazy, but he was crazy like a fox. I woke this morning to this song and it brought a smile to my face.
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I Love Procrastination
Procrastination is surfing the internet — and finding things you love. Procrastination is putting things you like on your blog about the things you like.
John Kelly brings a lot of joy to procrastination.
Thanks to booooooom.com for all the great curating!
A couple of weeks ago, I was reminded of this video from a friend’s Facebook posting. I wrote about this video awhile back; the video successfully went viral (14.5M views!) and I love how social media keeps the good things coming back.
In a world of my own design Buskers would be Superstars. Along with: Pranksters, Benevolent Conspirators, Babysitters, Curators, Public Artists, Teachers, Puppeteers, Community Organizers, and Stop Motion Animators. One day, one day….
I really appreciate how that friend’s FB posting lead me on a tour through several covers of “Stand By Me”. I didn’t discover this song via Ben E. King, which will always be my definitive version. But it was John Lennon — who still has taught me more through his music than any other pop star. And will always rank as one of the great rock vocalists in my book. But I am sucker for this tune when anyone sings it. I have posted it other incarnations, and suspect I will well into the future.
Okay, so now we have someone to add to our list of great web curators: Marc Schiller:
