Stumbled onto a Vimeo project called: Same Video/Different Use Which involves anyone who wants downloading a common piece of public domain video and editing/manipulating it in any way they see fit. The above is my late night, fever heat effort.
Now the odd thing is that I’ve been thinking a lot about saxaphones and the sixties. I just finished a book called the The Devil’s Horn and just this morning I passed the corner of Seventh Avenue where a 707 crashed and took out two buildings and killed a few people and only this year have they gotten around to putting up two new structures on those long empty lots. I muttered to myself, “When did that happen? Must have been the early sixties and I drifted into reverie on Jet travel and the optomism of the sixties and how odd it must have been to be hopeful for peace after WWII and really think that love could save you, that drugs (both pharmeceutical and hallucinogenic… which I suppose was at first a pharmeceutical) could really save you and that the future was good and that we would all live on the moon… on and on… and I spent the afternoon with an old friend I’ve known since kindergarten (but haven’t seen in a decade) and he had a fairly traumatic childhood and I suppose for that reason fetishizes so many of his memories of it and loves to take them out like a fist full of marbles and stare into them and toss them on the table… so we sat and ate and rolled the marbles around and I know all romantics idealize childhood all out of proportion (look at Dylan Thomas’ Fern Hill), but some how the loss of innocense felt global today…. So it was nice to come home and play around with this clip like it was a marble.
