Tuesday, December 31, 2013

"Vive La Trance."

Russian women knock me out.  Especially when I'm under Anastasia.
Every time I hear an ad say "Act Now," I break into a scene from Harold Pinter.
DJ Tarzan's Playlist: Primate Scream.
DJ Tarzan's Playlist: Pat Baboon.
DJ Tarzan's Playlist: Thelonious Monkey.
DJ Tarzan's Playlist: Iron and Vine.
DJ Edgar Allan Poe's Playlist: Depeche Mold, featuring DJ Tarzan's favourite guitarist Martin Gorilla.
DJ Edgar Allan Poe's Playlist: The Black Cat Stevens.
DJ Vladimir Nabokov's Playlist: Lolita Ford.
DJames Joyce's Playlist: Finnegan's Rick Wakeman.
DJ Bram Stoker's Playlist: The Dracu La's.
DJ Edgar Allan Poe's Playlist: The Bells and Sebastian.
DJ Terry Southern's Playlist: Can D.
Japan's Favourite Goth Band: The Cure Osawa.
Tristan Tzara's Favourite Deodorant: Avant Right Guard.
Have you ever seen an oyster wear a string of gallstones?
Vested interests can just go to blazers.

Friday, December 27, 2013

"We have all been here before."

Another photo from the Archives of Oblivion.  As children, my sister and I were repeatedly thrown into the back seats of our parent's current car, and day and night tripped to all points of the compass via California's modern highway system.  This had its pluses and negatives.
The plus side was we saw every inch of the Magical Mystery Tour.  The negative was it usually destroyed any free time/dream time I had to escape from the prison system of Orange County Elementary School.  If we left Sunday afternoon, it meant by the time we got back home late Sunday night, the Hell of the Monday morning Fullerton Penal System beckoned much too soon.
How many trips to Riverside for ice cream at 31 Flavours?  Or even onward to Palm Springs or Hemet?  Those 3 B-Movie towns: Banning, Beaumont and Baker.  Like Lawrence on his way to the desert.  Did he stop at Stuckey's, for dates?
The photo is from an early trip to Santa Barbara.  This was one of premonition.  I remember visiting the Mission for the first time, feeling a connection with Zorro.  Did I think I would live later as an adult down the street?
In the photo, a visit to the Santa Barbara Museum of Natural History.  Today, I think of it as the place where Space Pirate Radio presented the debut of Breton harpist extraordinaire, Alan Stivell.
I do have a very vivid memory of driving down State Street to the ocean.  Seeing the tower of the fabulous Arlington Theatre on the right side.  And then the majestic Granada Theatre on the left.  I, in the backseat, turned and marveled at the building.  I found myself fixated on the 8th Floor windows.  It seemed inviting and familiar.
I had a distinct childlike feeling that this town would someday be home.

Saturday, December 21, 2013

"I am a soldier of our planet!"

Childhood's End.

So, what movie is this?  Just back from three weeks in Santa Barbara, following the passing of my Mother.  A moment, feared and dreaded all one's life, played out in shock theatre, thrown into the deep end.  No more kid stuff.

She was in a coma for the first week, following a brain thingee that caused a fall, or combination of same.  Not the best scenario for a quadruple Leo, strong-willed at 93.  A fighter, she would have made 100 if circumstances had been different.  A remarkable woman.

The following weeks taking care of arrangements.  And the going through personal stuff.  A feeling of invasion of privacy.  With it comes a barrage of Flashback imagery.  Is this really where your life has come from?  A season or eight of Twilight Zone, in Cliff Notes. 

All the photos are like layers of the onion.  Phantoms of the Soap Opera.  Happy/Sad.

Who the Hell was this little war monger?  A kid who read those D.C. War comics in the Fifties?  Our Army at War.  Star Spangled War Stories.  G.I Combat.  Later, maybe Blackhawk.

I would go AWOL with Mad Magazine.

Mom hated Mad Magazine.  Also Famous Monsters of Filmland.  And ultimately Playboy.

Rebellion amongst the drafted.  She still had excellent taste.  As did my older sister.  Another quadruple Leo.  Those older ladies of taste, style and distinction.  Dad and I were the dreamers.

Thank you, Mom.  Thank you all.

Childhood's Beginning.