So is there a connection between me and Pekar? I'm not sure. Pekar took a stab at his dream and I'm only taking baby steps. Learning of his success (via the film) inspired me. We're often bombarded with all manner of self-help advice. So much so that we become jaded to its message. Sometimes it's easy to forget that good things do indeed happen.
I'm torturing the inside of the Subaru this morning with the not-so-soothing sounds of pianist Cecil Taylor. Somehow, I did not know that one of Pekar's other passions was jazz music. He was incredibly knowledgeable and was not afraid of letting his opinions fly. Check out his review of the Ken Burns jazz documentary. Entitled "Better Than Nothing," Pekar let Burns and his enablers have it. He was right to point out that the series pretty much ignored any modern jazz. Explanations for the oversight were offered but it was pretty obvious to me (and to Pekar) that people like Wynton Marsalis and Stanley Crouch had no use for the stuff, especially anybody coming out of Chicago's AACM. Sorry guys, you don't get to decide what is or isn't jazz, no matter how many times you find "new" ways to recycle Ellington.
Well... so long, Mr. Pekar. We all loved you, and deep down inside, you knew it. Thanks.