Saturday, April 28, 2007

Sometimes I really really miss L.A.


Like this, taken from this week's LA Weekly - and featuring my former neighbor, Gwen, who brought to me so much of Syd's music when he died.... and.... Oh well. But do read!

Live in L.A.

Spotlight On a Crazy Diamond
Syd Barrett Tribute Night at Bordello
By CAROLINE RYDER
Tuesday, April 24, 2007 - 6:00 pm
Syd Barrett Tribute Night at Bordello, April 19It was Syd Barrett Tribute Night, and I have never seen so much facial hair in my life. Long, short, combed and scraggly — all the beards of Los Angeles were gathered in their hirsute splendor at Bordello, where 21 local bands reinterpreted the songs of Pink Floyd visionary Syd Barrett, one psychedelic masterpiece at a time.Scott Sterling, promoter behind the extravaganza, was nervous before the show. As was often the case with Barrett, who inspired Pink Floyd’s bittersweet paean “Shine On You Crazy Diamond,” there was no telling whether the night would turn out as genius or train wreck. There were moments of both, although the only letdown came near the end, courtesy of Yes Me to Death, whose neo-riot-grrrl hard-ons wilted in dramatic fashion when they tried winging it through one of Barrett’s typically Byzantine arrangements. Most other acts fared better; early highlights came care of chanteuse Eleni Mandell (“Feel”), tot-rocker Gwendolyn (“The Gnome”) and crystalware guru Douglas Lee, who performed “Chapter 24” using nothing but a set tuned of wine glasses.None of the bands spent much time sermonizing about Barrett, preferring instead to launch straight into their various adaptations. Glammy white-panted rocker Kennedy was the biggest chatterbox (he inexplicably dedicated his song to Adam Ant), but his onstage swagger veered a little too comfortably toward parody for some die-hard Barrett fans — people like Mike Davis, a Malcolm McLaren lookalike with a polka-dotted silk scarf around his neck. “Syd Barrett was the perfect combination of pop-music sensibility and bohemian unconventionality, more so than the Beatles,” he said. Barrett died last year from liver failure, having lived the majority of his adult life as a recluse. Some blamed his early mental decline on excessive acid consumption; others say the drugs probably triggered a pre-existing schizophrenic condition. “People love him because he never played the rock-star game,” said Davis. “He said what he had to say, and then he wasted away.”The bands picked songs from three principal Barrett albums — his finest, Pink Floyd’s first album, The Piper at the Gates of Dawn (1967); and the later solo albums The Madcap Laughs and Barrett (both 1970). The Moon Upstairs brought a classic rocker vibe to “Matilda Mother,” from Piper. Their rapturous outro made me wish I’d been dosed, and as my friend noted, “I guess they only get one song, so they may as well jam the fuck out.” Pity Party, a Quasi-esque girl-drummer/boy-guitarist duo, went sexy, dangerous and nontraditional with “Baby Lemonade,” in keeping with what Barrett himself might have done, had he been playing a tribute to... er... himself. The night rounded out with a medley (“Lucy Leave,” “Candy & a Currant Bun” and “Interstellar Overdrive”) from the Hubcaps, whose sunglasses-wearing drummer belted out earth-shattering snare rolls in a tripped-out jam that got Mike Davis, die-hard fan, grooving in front of the stage... high praise indeed.

April fading

Here we are, in the foothills of the Sierras. There are a load of motorcycle enthusiasts in the area. Today, a Saturday, returning late morning from a run to stores, the amount of riders was nearly equal to that of regular motor vehicles. I am green with envy. Beyond green. Mossy.
But, it is what it is. Uh huh. I do wonder if the kids in LA that got the bike - free! - have succeeded in repairing the critter. What a faithful machine that was to me.
Thoughts of riding back east next month fill my desire. I believe NH has no helmet law. Oh, set me free! Hate the helmet law. So, someone in a bikini and flip-flops wearing a helmet is legal here, yet a leather-clad dirt bag -- safer by so much -- NOT wearing a helmet is not? Makes absolutely no sense to me. Hey, in the rain? Yup - owie! Under 25? Please. No question, squids. First year riders? Maybe even first three.... I mean it. But then, please, cut me some slack. Ugh. Confined and dirty. Yuck. Love a buggy smile! SPLAT.
Where am I going with this? Not for a ride on any HOG soon, that's for sure. Not around these parts.
Doesn't my nephew have a bike back east? Hmmmmmm.
Pushy uncles. Again, Yuck. But but but.
All remains to be seen.
Speaking (here hear) - I have a real honest-to-goodness doctor appointment next week! Hoo-fuckin'-ray! This after numerous phone calls and being goaded by my Health Dept. doc, Nicole (a wonderful woman, thank you very much) to call yet again, using her name to get past the guardians at the gate. Nope. Yet again. Defeated.
But, we kept at it, explaining to new persons -- all women too, might I add -- just what the plight I am facing is, and the window narrowing.... Finally, a supervisor - this after being through the person I was told is the one that would expedite the whatevers.... she was my third-to-last connect before supervisorial pay dirt. The lady listened and got it. She cut through what no one else was capable of doing - seeing- rendering useful - she did it! Yay! All may be taken care of? Bills near $7000 have already arrived in this regard, more on the way.
Blood from a stone? Needless to say, they can find a way to haunt. Relax.
I will do my very best.
Onward.

Monday, April 23, 2007

Modern Medicine


Should I have this looked at? It's really itchy. And it scares paying dates....



And my prescription for hypertension meds (Lipi-something) - BP over 230 systolic; not good - runs out. Call the pharmacy to see if we can get a refill. No. The ER doc that wrote it for the one month will not rewrite.

Hmmm. I furiously reread the massive amounts of paper generated by this whole circumstance and find that it says I am under some sort of coverage at Marshall Hospital, Placerville, until May 23. This is a "Go" from my angle, and so I do.

Steven and Michael drive me over there and deposit me (Friday at 2 pm or so) and I enter the arena yet again, only this time, I have a much more attentive doc - a woman and someone that does not talk over or down - and I get more thorough checks for thyroid and who-know-what. Feeling somewhat comfy with her, other issues are addressed, like the Thing growing from the roof of my mouth. "Nothing to be concerned with." OK.

She writes a new scrip for drugs that might actually do something. And, she writes it with three refills as part of the scrip. Brilliant.

Did I mention the near $600 bill for the 15 minute diatribe from Dr, WHO? Fucking amazing.

All seems that much more, uh, more. We await. The BP is still over 200 systolic even on a good day. Is this stress related? Oh, couldn't be.

KaBoom.

We await the May 12 trip to Beantown and beyond. Poverty sucks, adn I am getting a dose.

That's a drug joke. A dose! Funny! Not Really.

Wednesday, April 18, 2007

April 18, 1918


My father's day of birth.
Without I would be -- well, I wouldn't. Period. I am his namesake. Oy.
My mother was laying in a coffin on this same day, 1999.
Uh, Happy Birthday.
And we, the undersigned - the living - proceed.

Got an invite to an event celebrating Wakefield Poole un NYC. Have a look.... it came with a very interesting mailing list....




FOR YOUR INFORMATION
2007 Film/Video Program
Organized by Donnell Media Center
New York Public Library
ADMISSION FREEAll Programs held in the Donnell Library Center Auditorium
FOR IMMEDIATE RELEASE
Wakefield Poole
Presents and discusses his dance and film work:
THE TWO FACES OF WAKEFIELD POOLE
Saturday, April 28, 2007 at 2:30 PM
At the Donnell Library Center
20 West 53rd Street
New York, NY 10019
The program will include video excerpts of Wakefield Poole’s dancing on the television programs THE GARY MOORE SHOW with Gwen Verdon and LAMP UNTO MY FEET; his choreography for the "end credits" for ONCE UPON A MATTRESS that featured dancer Michael Bennett; and DO I HEAR A WALTZ. In addition, there will also be examples of his work as a filmmaker, including his first film HEAD, a light-hearted parody of a cooking program featuring a voice-over by Julia Child, a clip (featuring nudity) from his breakthrough vision BOYS IN THE SAND; and a joint interview with Mr. Poole and Casey Donovan, the star of BOYS IN THE SAND on the early cable access program "Emerald City."
Wakefield Poole began his dance career in Salisbury, North Carolina. After high school, he became a professional dancer with the internationally renowned Ballets Russes. He then became a Broadway chorus dancer appearing in such hit shows as FINIAN’S RAINBOW and THE UNSINKABLE MOLLY BROWN as well as dancing on television for Perry Como, Ed Sullivan, Gary Moore and Jackie Gleason. Over time, he developed into a choreographer, first assisting the legendary Joe Layton, before working solo on DO I HEAR A WALTZ and being reunited with Joe Layton on BRING BACK BIRDIE. At the end of the 1960’s a new career evolved when he asked himself, "Why can’t someone make a good porn film that’s not degrading?" That summer he decided to make one himself BOYS IN THE SAND became the first gay film to have a display ad in The New York Times and be reviewed in Daily Variety. For the next decade and a half, the name Wakefield Poole was synonymous with quality both in technical execution and artistic interpretation, as well as a trailblazer for gay culture with his quality erotica.
Wakefield Poole will be present at the screening of the films
and at a question and answer session afterwards
Please Note: Stills available upon request
Contact: Joseph Yranski
Donnell Media Center
The New York Public Library
20 West 53rd Street
New York, NY 10019
Telephone: (212) 621-0538
Fax: (212) 245-5272
Email: jyranski@nypl.org

Sunday, April 15, 2007

Good Lord! It's HIM !


Land O Goshen! Had this happened last Sunday - that haveing been Easter - I would've been forced to wonder and maybe have to attend a chiurch service somewhere.

What are you raving about?

I get this email telling of response to threads on a place called www.cinematreasures.org in which somebody on the 55th Street Playhouse input has provided ad copy from the NYC papers as to this legend movie "Him," which I have tried fruitlessly for years (see my asking as to such on the thread for the South Station Cinema in Boston, May 2005). My word, validation!

I went so far as to write the manager, now running a gay bookstore in Boston (Calamus, mere feet from the now-defunct theater), and finding the house booker, George Mansour, who is/was the booking agent for the Angelika in NYC recently, although he must be rather aged. Oh, and Google that name for some fun back in the days of extreme yellow journalism in Beantown, sometime in the early 50s - amazing! BUT.....

But we get ad copy for Him! This porn has reached legendary status, even so far as to be denied existing and being an urban legend with mention in Michael Medved's "Golden Turkeys" book.

I am amazed.

Oh, and job offering and more from Katie and Bill at Badger Balm in Gilsum, New Hampshire.

What will come of this remains to be seen , as they seek someone before I come to Boston next month - May 13.

Keep those fingers crossed and those cards and letters coming.

Thursday, April 12, 2007

Pre Triskadecaphobia Fun Page


Yay! It should be a holiday whenever it shows up, especially only shy a day of being two weeks after April Fools. I mean, c'mon.

As I have been constantly quoted by Beverlee Blair as to having said "It's all held up by 2X4s" while staring down on the San Francisco peninsula while tripping the light fantastic on Easter Sunday, 1976.

Seems like only yesterday we were flying kikes in the mountain air.
My back is fucking killing me. Argh.

Sunday, April 08, 2007

Glory Glory Hallelujah


The aroma of lamb is wafting through the household here in Shingle Springs. Okay, it's actually Cameron Park, but it has a more bucolic ring to it with the other.
Oh, but to be in Rescue, just mere centimeters away on any map.
Easter Sunday. An early rise today - is 4:15 am too early? In any place but a farm labor camp, yes. Arise. Make coffee, roll a rock, spook the villagers in your raiment and new-found piercings, courtesy of Romans or Jews, depending on your hystorical stance.
Appear to the town whore and continue on your way, ready to redeem.... whch is exactly what was done later on at Food For Less, although shy of any chocolate bunnies.
Oh drat. All the shelves that had any Easter wares were pretty well picked apart, even the butt-ugly pinatas hanging above the cheese cooler aisle. Hit me, hit me hard.
It is lovely out today, yet news of hideousness from the Great Lakes to Texas dominates the weather stories. Brrr and Brrr. Yes, I can remember posing for those pictures in our finest new duds on a snow covered lawn - Arlington and Bedford both as backgrounds, so this ain't news to me.
Spoke with Gene last night. He said it was a brisk 28 in East Boston. Lovely. The memory of only weeks ago seems distant, but let me tell of how fucking bitter nasty one particular day there was -- a Wednesday; Charlotte took off work to play and No Snow Was Going To Stop Her or me, as we went to the very new ICA in Boston, right in the middle of the first storm of the year in Boston. Yeah, I lived there as a kid (leaving at 25, still a kid), but this storm was quite possibly the nastiest bit of cold wet nastiness I ever encountered. I believe my sister would agree. Her husband, Tommy, would agree too, but shake his head again in disbelief of our foraging into this slushy miasmatic goo.
He later picked us up at Fresh Pond, the end of the line for the T, and he would not take the same route (Rtes. 2 and 128) on the return. It was rather hideous. Hello Mass. Ave.!
Did I write here as to the Inst of Cont Art and that trek? The most memorable aspect aside from the actual nightmare conditions was being very much alone and getting the run of the entire place almost alone -- what other lunatics would do this? Oh, we met a few, some that even had walked from downtown -- Huh?
But but but -- this new building overlooked the harbor, right next to Anthony's Pier 4 (which forever will remind me of Elizabeth Taylor and Richard Burton - don't ask), with huge windows of maybe three stories in height -- with splashing sleet and snow and what-have-you from above hitting with a beautiful ferocity - the BEST thing seen in the place, for my take on it all. Wonderful, but would I make anyone do this same thing?
At cocktails later on across the street, we sat and imbined and snacked and watched this poor soul fall sideways into a puddle of frozen mess within her two feet of getting onto a shuttle. Misery.
What fun.
On a drive earlier in this visit (Friday before this Wednesday) with Marshall and Gene after dim sum (which was superb), we went to Nahant and more north on the shore. Some of the harbor there was frozen thick, waves seemingly caught mid-form in icy sculpts. Bizarre and cold but cold but cold. Gene's vulnerability made me shiver as we went to this shrine at Orient Heights of the BVM that was huge -- see above for a lovely shot of the two of us that Marshall took. It was some kind of cold I cannot remember suffering before. Nahant and Swampscott and the area was magnificent.
My dad did a lot of building on Nahant in the '50s, but my memory of anything but the causeway leading to the island was/is all that I have -- where was the Henry's summer house? These were our neighbors up the hill in Boston so long ago, and I do remember going there and enjoying the luxury of the beach somewhere... on Nahant... A wall running along somewheres, but I digress.

Ah, spring... I'll be back there next month? Well.

Saturday, April 07, 2007

Yum but my pee stinks


It's the day before Easter.

Wednesday, April 04, 2007

Wholly Weak


Annual animal holy days hijinks --
and chocolate fun with the Lord:

Tuesday, April 03, 2007

On the back burner, so to say


The view from my former address on Griffith Park Boulevard, Silver Lake.

Hmmm...