The blues exist as a way of seeing beyond blue, which means seeing beyond the sky and further towards hope… or whatever.
Orson Welles genius sits on this blog… like a … like a… like an Orson Welles I guess.. I mean heavy. I was watching the TCM May madness all last night and nodding off in a sort of Wellesian dream and why is it that everything he shot looks about the way I’d want to shoot a movie. The Auteur theory is proved by Orson… I’ve had arguments with Connie on this point, but when he started working with Mark Schwartzbard (a mensch and supremely talented DP), we both realized that it is about telling the camera what to shoot and from what angle…the rest is up to the talent and technique of the camera man… speaking of whitch there is a new film about Haskel Wexler (for whom Mark came out of camera loading retirement to work on Woody’s film and then…like many aparently… Woody fired Haskel… Yellow Dress in deed) by his son that should be facinating. So… I’m indulging my still side, knowing that moving and audio will be in there soon… I feel like D.W. or Buster at the change over… all that is gained will leave something lost… but there it is…
It simply amazes me to see an Hasedic Jew drive up to Chai Tots and drop off a kid with yamuka and talis from a Mercedes SUV. I want to puke… but it proves the lie that opression does not lead to enlightenment, it leads to mental illness. Concetration camp slave labor not enought to turn you away from naked status seeking? Well what is? I’m sorry that syllogism, or logical leap, or whatever it is, accounts for Israel… and also THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA. It would be funny to watch us all build our own hell of mirrors, if I weren’t living in it too.
Be power… be energy… be america… be michigan… be crazy… be electric.. be standing on the corner waiting for the velvets…be more a space cadet than ziggy and then… and then.. and most imprtantly then than… go on being.
Never become Briton, or Rome, should be the gathering concept of our democracy, but certain elements of past power can not get their egomanical brains around the idea of one for all and all for one. They wish for their old dethroned aristocracy; and so they go to Yale. Harvard would ignore them. Brown would beat them within an inch of their life and then ask for money. I’m sorry… where are the lower classes (so called). There ought to be cities burning… and I fear there will be within the decade. I have Jones Mojo on it being about 1962… But where is Martin Luther (black or white?)?
