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Blog started in Jan 2005: 1st entries for Write in Every Genre. Then the REAL ME begins |
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It Hurts When I Stop Talking Sometime in Fall of 1998, when a visit from Dad was infrequent, and primarily at the mercy of his 88 Toyota making the 50 mile journey, I was being treated to lunch. The restaurant was my choice, I think. Sisley Italian Kitchen at the Town Center mall was somewhere my dad had not yet tried, so that was my pick. Either I was being treated to the luxury of lunch and adult conversation without my husband and 5 year old son in tow, or that's just how the moment has lodged in my memory. The more I think about it, they probably were there, but enjoying the Italian food too much to bother interrupting. Daddy and his lady friend at the time, Anne, came up together and made a day of it with me and the family. We were eating together and talking about some of my scripts, stories, coverages, poems and other creative attempts that really were not seeing the light of day. I think I'd just finished a group reading of The Artist's Way and was in a terribly frenetic mood over my writing. I think I'd just given them an entire rundown on a speculative Star Trek script. My Dad asked me point blank, “Why don’t you write it?? Anne agreed. It sure sounded like I wanted to write it. Why wasn't I writing seriously? It's what I'd set out to do when earning my college degree in Broadcasting many years earlier. Heck, I should, I agreed non-verbally. “I will.” But, I didn’t. Blogs can be wild, unpredictable storehouses of moments, tangents, creative dervishes, if you will. I'm getting a firmer handle on my creative cycle. My mental compost heap (which is a catch phrase from Natalie Goldman or Julia Cameron - I can't think which, right now) finally seems to be allowing a fairly regular seepage of by-products. That may be a gross analogy, but I give myself credit to categorize my work in raw terms. It proves that I'm not so much the procrastinating perfectionist that I once was. Still, I always seem to need prompts and motivation. Being a self-starter is the next step. My attempt to keep up in the Write in Every Genre Contest at the beginning of the year seemed like a perfect point to launch the blog. |
Soundtrack of my Life Kris Kristofferson (1970 debut album) Sunday Morning Coming Down January of 2019, I attended a Kris Kristofferson concert at the Ace Hotel Theater in downtown Los Angeles. That man is still goin' strong. Luckily the Ace Hotel's theater is historic architecturally, and fairly small, so it felt intimate. As a side note, the Women's lounge (sitting area and toilets) only were down a spiral staircase into a basement and secondary sunken landing of stairs...the inaccessibility wasn't insurmountable, but something I'm not used to. (Clarifying... in the bar/lobby there was a Men's toilet; truly convenient to the bar area). Ironic then, that I select Mr. Kristofferson's ode to morning-after nursing and Nashville wandering. The main thing about Kristofferson is his poetic turn of phrase, and he's had time to turn many. He really wanted to be only a songwriter, but he was accepted onto contract to provide lyrics only if he'd record an album of his own. I dare you to find someone in the recording industry now that has to trick a genius into recording an album. I've gone on for awhile on this entry, which makes me wonder if I've become a true fan of Kris? Well, its unavoidable. My mum has been crushing on him since 1976 (A Star Is Born soundtrack album and movie). And I have lost count how many concerts of his she has attended. The Ace Hotel Theater one I was just her willing accomplice, right? I think since this is about number four for me, I have to face it that his music is more than just her love affair. Kris Kristofferson (1970 debut album) Sunday Morning Coming Down  |
Soundtrack of my Life If I am true to the 2020 theme of The Soundtrack of Your Life  , rather than twitterpated Valentine's Day-induced randomness, then I must explain. Monty Python references are woven into my life generally, but in 2019, I recall, (Thank you, Facebook timeline) Michael Palin accepted a Knighthood. Upon this occasion, I could not help but have this minstrel-sung diddy come to mind. Therefore, you are now in my vicinity and must be infected with it playing in your head as well. Hold! should you try to run, I will be forced to draw my sword you knave...though considering my lack of any type of sword weilding practice, I expect you (or, I) will receive but a flesh wound. Therefore, fear not! I invite thee to remember the Story of Sir Robin (a young Sir Michael Palin) The Minstrel (Neil Innes) is the the actual songwriter of "Brave Sir Robin" from the 1975 film, Monty Python and the Search for the Holy Grail |
Soundtrack of my Life Absolute best travellin' music (even if you are not driving a Delorean, or its more likely current cousin, a Tesla). And last year provided the roadtrip opportunity for full album playback. Certain mountainous areas preclude the use of car radio during a long drive straight down the center of California, Oregon and Washington states. There's no better intergenerational music than the defining music from Back to the Future. Both score and soundtrack are excellent, plus Huey Lewis, lead singer of Huey Lewis and the News makes a megaphone-weilding cameo in the audition scene for Marty McFly's Band, The Pinheads The Power of Love is pure, and from memory rather than recent past experience, I can connect how the sound of Huey Lewis and the News so neatly paralleled the "totally Eighties" Michael J. Fox "fish out of water" performance, while using trumpets and other Big Band style to illuminate a time just outlying some of our collective memories (as the 1950's was already the time of many folks' grandparents). At least in 1985, I know that was true for me. I'd actually already lost my Grandpa Bob. If he'd lived until a time after I had my driver's license, I'm sure he would have taken a drive with me. This song could have been a easy share between me and him, just as I count on it to be a connector for my husband and I with our kids in the car. Good times. Huey Lewis and the News (songwriters: Huey Lewis / Chris Hayes / John Colla) "The Power of Love" (1985) |
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