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Sometimes, a piece of video comes along that just needs to be shared.

I guess this has been around for a while, but if, like me, you've somehow missed it, you should have another chance.

Please enjoy this fine fine superfine cover by Mr. David Hasselhoff . . .

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Rudy Ray Moore aka Dolemite, motherfucker, is dead.

I'm not sure if I'd exactly call myself a fan, but damn I enjoyed his movies. I was introduced to them by my friend Jim Baker, who described Dolemite as "Plan 10 From Inner City," but RRM was several levels above most of Ed Wood's work.

Here are two trailers from RRM's best period and a brief clip from my favorite film of his, Petey Wheatstraw, The Devil's Son-In-Law:

If You Crave Satisfaction, This Is The Place To Find That Action )

B & I will be going to a Halloween party this year that's actually on Halloween, for once. There is a costume theme for the party (though it won't be strictly enforced) which is "Fine Art," as in "come as Jackson Pollock or come as a Jackson Pollock." I suggested to Berit going as some characters from a Philip Guston painting but she said no (I think perhaps wisely, as they wouldn't be good costumes to walk around in).

Not a lot of time to really figure out anything elaborate. Maybe I'll wear a red shirt and black pants and say I've come as Mark Rothko's No. 14.

Not sure what Berit will do - it seems that a woman these days doesn't just have to decide on a costume, but on a "sexy" version of that costume . . .

. . . and Frog )

And [ profile] queencallipygos posted a meme that got me because it made me immediately look around and follow the instructions, which are:

Grab the nearest book. Open the book to page 56. Find the fifth sentence. Post the text of the next two to five sentences in your journal/blog along with these instructions.

The only book within reach of the computer turned out to be Hiding the Elephant by Jim Steinmeyer, on loan from Matt Gray. So I'll leave you today with these words . . .

Margaret was living in fear of the Spiritualists, who had a great deal at stake and were threatened by her confession, and especially her older sister, the domineering force in the family. As Margaret stepped to the platform, she faced more than two thousand people, including a good number of devoted Spiritualists who greeted her with hostility. As she attempted to speak, she found that the words were rambling and disjointed; the strain was too great, and Margaret was completely unable to continue. The expectant crowd realized that she had lost her nerve. Perhaps the entire confession had been a hoax.

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So, sad story - some poor dumb schmuck decided to try walking across the Brooklyn-Queens Expresssway not too far from The Brick last night (no info given out on him except, 23 years old, Massachusetts native). I checked out the story because I drive that stretch of road every day. Poor guy got hit by one car (which kept going) then another, which stopped, but he was apparently pretty well gone after the first car hit him.

As this article from WNBC puts it so clearly in its title: "Body Parts Strewn on BQE After Deadly Hit-and-Run." Ewww.

However, another line used not only in the article, but as the caption to the photo below which accompanied the story, makes me wonder if something ELSE was responsible, and a police coverup is in effect:

A Grizzly Scene

A "grizzly" scene? Dear sweet merciful gods in heaven, there are BEARS roaming the streets of Williamsburg, tearing innocent tourists to bits! And THEY don't want us to KNOW!

(this is actually the THIRD time in as many months I've encountered a news organ that apparently doesn't know how to spell "grisly" - come on, GET IT TOGETHER, people!)

Operated board twice yesterday for a show - Big Bang - in the Clown Festival - last two shows for that one. In between, I saw another show - Bury My Heart at Dumbass Cowboy - which is one of the funniest damned things I've seen on a stage in FOREVER. Loved it, loved it, loved it, though I also kinda had the same reaction I had when I first saw The Big Lebowski on opening night in the movie theater - David LM Mcintyre and I were sitting there, laughing so hard at the movie that it was nearly over before we realized that we were the only people in the entire audience laughing, and that everyone else HATED the movie.

I don't think the rest of the audience HATED Dumbass Cowboy, but I did eventually realize that the loud laughter I was hearing came from me and about four other people in a packed house, and everyone else was smiling kinda strained or looking confused and disturbed. Oh, well, whatever, it was great and it plays one last time, tonight at 7.30 pm.

I'd go see it again and drag Berit along - she's working board for the show before it tonight, Kill Me Loudly, a Clown noir, which she tells me is really good and I'll be seeing - but we're off to see, as mentioned, Arnold Dreyblatt at The Knitting Factory.

Arnold's playing on an interesting bill, with several other performers, including a three-man band out of North Carolina called Megafaun, who will be backing Arnold up on this occasion as The Orchestra of Excited Strings (Arnold's name for whatever group is doing his music with him at the moment). They just did a residency and played up at the Salem Art Works together, and I like what I hear in these videos - the first of Arnold and the group, the second of Megafaun:

Arnold Dreyblatt & Megafaun )

In other music news, I do indeed like the theme song created by Jack White (and co-performed by him and Alicia Keys) for the new Bond film, Quantum of Solace (which, luckily, only mentions "solace" and doesn't try to get the film's title in there) - you can hear the real theme, where White Stripes meet James Bond, HERE - however, Joe Cornish, British comedian, has created his own theme for the film that may top it:

The Something of Boris )

And finally, continuing the "Ian and Hooker the Cat at the Computer" series that I've been posting, for those who enjoy cats, computers, me, or any combination thereof, I let the video run the other night to capture how Bastard Kitty demands affection from me in more detail. Unfortunately, I forgot to turn on the microphone, so I just grabbed a Pixies song I liked that fit the video exactly, timewise (and seemed to work otherwise as well) and put it behind it.

La La My Cat Loves Me, Even When I Don't Want Him To )

That's my cat. Some other time I'll post one with the sound so you can hear the yowls . . .

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So, Berit and I just watched Terrence Malick's The New World and Peter H. Hunt's 1776 (as I continued writing Everything Must Go.

Next on the pile of today's filmic salute to the USA, P.T. Anderson's There Will Be Blood, which we haven't seen yet.

We won't have time to get through the whole pile of films I wanted to, but also in there, continuing the chronological order of things, are Clint Eastwood's Flags of Our Fathers, Philip Kaufman's The Right Stuff and Michael Sarne's Myra Breckinridge.

"Only a country as mad as ours could be such a ROUSING success!" - Wardley Meeks in Norman Mailer's Tough Guys Don't Dance.

And in the cut here, two video salutes for the day - a repost of the classic song/animation about the Father of Our Country, and a more recent tribute from The Muppets . . .

Stars and Stripes Forever )

Have a good weekend, folks . . .

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Bob Dylan is 66 years old today.

Happy birthday, Bob!

Thanks for keeping it up.

"Bob Dylan is the man. Bob Dylan has always been the man. Bob Dylan will always be the man." - George Harrison

Here's the man in 1965:

"It's Alright Ma, I'm Only Bleeding" (London)

Here in 1966:

"Ballad of a Thin Man" (Copenhagen)

(sorry the performance cuts off - I wanted to include the press conference at the start - the full performance is HERE)

A music video/movie tie-in, 2000:

"Things Have Changed" from Wonder Boys

Live bootleg video, 1994:

"Ballad of a Thin Man" (Nashville)

Live bootleg video, 2007:

"It's Alright Ma, I'm Only Bleeding" (Stockholm)

(what would a Dylan tribute be without low-quality bootlegs? enjoy.)

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George Hunka may be posting Billie Whitelaw doing Beckett's Not I over at Superfluities (which I've had downloaded for a while now, which you all should see, even if {sniff} it isn't REALLY the play for me without the figure of The Auditor), but here at CollisionWorks, in the midst of the angst-ridden work going on in preparing Ian W. Hill's Hamlet, a little something else is what was needed right now:

Thanks to John Rogers at Kung Fu Monkey for the original link (though I've gone with the new version of the song with the preview verse for Part Four).

And I just noticed that the Not I post of George's is an excerpt of the play. I downloaded the whole thing (plus an intro by Whitelaw) from somewhere, and am glad to have it handy, but can't find where. I thought it was from UbuWeb, but now they just have the whole thing embedded, not downloadable. Hmmn.

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Hip hip hoorah!

Not only do I have the Intarwebs back and working at CollisionWork Central, but we now haves the DSL and the wireless, enabling both our fine fine superfine computers much faster access.

This allows us now to view such fabulous videos as this one, a very special piece promoting the Pretentious Festival:

Which features Berit, myself, and a number of Brick Irregulars. Enjoy, if you must.

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A lot of people have passed on recently that I haven't mentioned -- plenty of fine tributes elsewhere.
But I thought I should share a little something from Mr. "Tiny Bubbles" Himself, Don Ho.
I heard this cover online the day he died, but just discovered the very entertaining video, courtesy of WFMU's Beware of the Blog.

UPDATE: I still don't get it. The video shows up in my entry when I edit it, and when I preview it (I see it right now above as I write this update), but vanishes when I post the entry . . . I've included the link again above as I did with the vanishing Greenaway films. And now all my line breaks are vanishing, too, though they're in the code and appear in the preview. This is frustrating. Now my updates are vanishing when I try to post them, and I'm having to go into the (accurate) preview I still have opne and cut and paste everything. What the hell is up with LiveJournal?
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UPDATE: Pardon me while I fix this -- for some reason the YouTube videos vanished from the entry between the Preview and the Posting. I'm going back to find the problem in the code. Thanks.

UPDATE 2: Dammit! No matter what, I can't get the embedding to work, either in LJ's Rich Text or HTML entry formats, or by entering the code myself -- I did this last originally, and it worked perfectly in "preview" but when I posted it altered the code for some reason and won't keep it the way it was; I've been having this happen a LOT with LJ recently when it comes to paragraph/line breaks, too.

I'm inserting the links to the videos I was trying to embed instead, as what was supposed to be a quick half-hour post winds up eating several hours . . .

Okay, woke up, got the coffee, opened the email, and wound up with a couple of links to follow, taking me to a game and a video.

The coffee not having kicked in, the video led to other videos, and it's become a morning of sleepy wandering through an abstract game and some Peter Greenaway videos. At home in Brooklyn, we only have a dial-up connection, and I'm enjoying this brief time of being able to watch videos and play games.

So why not share?

First the game, a link sent to me by Daniel Kleinfeld, which was created by Jason Nelson, and is called game, game, game and again game. Maybe I'm still just sleepy, but right now it's my favorite videogame ever.

And someone in the Yahoo email group for Peter Greenaway passed on a piece of stop-motion animation created by what appears to be a group of Dutch film students, based on imagery from Greenaway's great film The Falls. Unfortunately, embedding is disabled on their film, but you can watch it HERE.

You don't have to know The Falls to enjoy it, I think, though knowing it makes some of the images have more resonance.

This led me to look for actual Greenaway pieces on YouTube, coming up with a section of M Is For Man, Music, Mozart, a film of his I still haven't seen:


And from there led to the first part of Vertical Features Remake, a film I've written about before HERE in some unfinished notes on the early films of Greenaway as part of my Luperist study with the VFI and the IRR -- and I thank again my occasional collaborator Dr. Martin I. Wesley of the Institute for Applied Neocollisionism (who sometimes appears in my stage work under the name "Doctor Memory") for his assistance in editing the notes when I succumbed to pernicious VUE symptoms.

Here is Part One. When I first saw this film, about 15 years ago, I completely loved the "narration" sections and was deeply bored by the "film recreation" sections (while recognizing they had to be just as they were). Now I'm not bored by any of it anymore after many viewings, but YMMV:


If you want to go on (it's worth it), here are PART TWO, PART THREE, PART FOUR, and PART FIVE.

And if you don't want to sit through an hour of Greenaway on a computer screen, here's a complete, earlier, shorter film:


The kindly YouTuber who has uploaded most of this Greenaway, Armeror, has also included what appears to be the entirety of The Falls in easily digestible, bite-size segments, which may be a good way to watch it on a computer, bit by bit, each of the 92 biographies of the VUE-afflicted people whose last names begin with the letters FALL as a separate file.

If you wish, you can start watching the film at THIS PAGE (if it doesn't move as he uploads new videos) with the "Opening Sequence," then move backwards to "Orchard Falla" and on, eventually leading to "Leasting Falvo," "Anthior Fallwaste" and the "End Credits."

Here's a sample biography from The Falls, perhaps of interest as it features (in photographs) the then-obscure animators The Brothers Quay:



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One more video for today, courtesy of a pointer from That Little Round-Headed Boy.

For those who don't know, Murry Wilson, father of three of The Beach Boys and their original manager (until Brian fired him, when Brian was still strong enough to stand up for himself), was an abusive, depressive, child-and-wife-abusing drunk (granted, there is some revisionism going on about this, that Brian, in his own mental illness, severely exaggerated his father's abuse for years in stories and his - ghostwritten - autobiography).

One evening, during the recording session for "Help Me, Rhonda," a drunken Murry showed up at the studio and attempted to "help." Brian let the tape run and kept the microphones open. There's a full 40-minute tape of what went on (and a more listenable 13-minute collection of highlights) at the WFMU blog, if you search.

Sounds like the basis for a humorous film, no?

The film is by Emily Geanacopolis of Boston, MA. Her other videos are available at YouTube HERE, or through her own (really neat) website HERE.


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