Watched online a long version of the Senna documentary. Yeah car racing is bullshit and F1 is just the top echelon of that bullshit. But when I was twelve I lived for that sort of thing (and it's always been difficult for me to grow up), and I heard about Jim Clark's 1968 death about the same way as I did Ayrton Senna's 1994 fatal, over the radio.
The long version has more talking head footage from what I understand. (I haven't seen the theatre release. Maybe this week if my improving health is up to it.) Interesting comment from a guy I identified as Richard Williams. Because he had been to both he said the funeral for Senna had the same national magnitude for Brazil as Bob Marley's did for Jamaica. I wondered why Williams was in Jamaica, or cared. I knew he had written a book on Senna's death, because I have it. A little research and I found out Williams had written for Melody Maker in the late 60s, early 70s, championing, among others, Bob Marley and the Wailers. And then had gone on to work for Island Records in the mid-1970s. He has written books on music and motor racing and, of course, I feel rather foolish not having know most of that. Documentaries can have all sorts of useful sidebars.
