I’m
listening to the album Trans by Neil Young right now. Loving it (on some other I’d be loving the
alien, believing the strangest things).
very interesting news this morning.
It sent a shock though my nervous system and sent me pacing around and
caused me to explode with expletives. But that’s not because it was
negative. I really don’t know even know
how to or what I think about it. Maybe
pecking out this crappy prose will help me sort through it.
Hard
to say because there’s almost no other piece of art that means as much to
me. and so I have to evaluate. Could this diminish anything. Maybe it is no coincidence that this very
morning after showering I stumbled upon my old dvd copy of Jaws 2. I love this dvd. In part because they put a little sailboat
design in the letter A in Jaws which is just nifty if you know what happens in
that movie. I also love this dvd because
it includes a swell documentary about the making of Jaws 2. I mean, they didn’t skimp and put out a cheap
product. The picture was great (for its
time) on this one. I have fond memories
of watching Jaws 2. Yet, it goes without
saying that Jaws is a masterpiece. One
of my favorite movies of all time.
iconic. Definitive. And it may
have my favorite climax ever. And of
course jaws 2 cannot compare in any way (despite having Roy back). Its just a slasher type movie with a
shark. But I’ve never felt that it or
Jaws 3(d) or Jaws the Revenge do anything to diminish the greatness of
Jaws. Did I make a point? Was that a point? I really hate myself. Now I feel more comfortable. I need to lay down with a big cardboard
box. Anyway I think it was sort of a
point. Doctor sleep has not diminished
The Shining (or has it? The more I learn the less I want to know).
And
then I thought of peaks. How every
iteration of peaks was entirely different.
There was a melodramata heavy in the first iteration. As a wise man pointed out it was the
necessary counterbalancing spice to the darkness and bacon frying and by that I
mean curtains laden surrealism. Yeah,
and then the second one – porbably my favorite – goes deep into a suburban
horror tale. Ah, the mirror, the
diary. I always thought…. That still haunts me. glad I had the book nearby, the one with the
red cover. Filled it gaps. And then the third iteration, perhaps the
most endless fascinating. Stays with me
much like that doomed ballet school. That
was truly a glorious age just a couple years ago. Side is hurting now. Sometime is wrong. Can’t keep my head above water. Sample and hold. And soon I need to complete this
trilogy. I’m talking about something
differnet now. I need some good
witchcraft in my life. I suppose in some
ways I’m reminded of some human league albums.
Ah,
I poured myself another drink and now I see the issue. I don’t think you can take something so
idiosyncratic and force it to fit into something so outside itself. It would be the same for something fitting a more
Christian mold. Switched over now to cow
fingers. I’m drinking alligator
wine. This just feels so right right off
the bat. It makes me want to jerk my
body around. You know I so love tom
waits. And now I can the line, the
direct line there. or something. Damn but this really works. That brass.
Love me some beefheart too, tropical hot dog night. I also love the old rhcp song subway to
venus. But I digress. Or do i?
the more I learn the less I want to know. But yes, I think I hit it. He once said it was like doing an impression
of himself (or something like that) which is impossible but also really
weird. This would even be farther out
than that. This would not be the same
thing. It simply couldn’t be. It would be the same icon in the guise of the
same icon but a different iteration. Maybe
even very similar but it could never be the same thing. It was far too idiosyncratic. Could there be a singer returning? Understand?
Singer. Right after beyond the
sea, so many connections. Playing the same
but it wouldn’t be the same because nothing like this would ever have
happened. And would that cheapen
anything? Yes, this is my very real
fear. But I go back to wrote up
above. I don’t think it would in the
long run. But the fear is still
there. of course I’d be cataclysmically
excited. In the very first second, first
there, first everything. So insane how
things have changed.
And
then just the logistics. I need to get
some Steranko. Really live those cubes,
famous. Would that type of position
work? I don’t think so. I don’t think it’s tenable. IT Chapter 2 was hilarious. I don’t have the right kind of faith in that
regard. And if there must be this
overlap I really would rather another be encased in crimson. I really do not want a clever playful
juxtaposition. That would certainly be
egregiously cheap.
At
some point things must simply be laid to rest.
I don’t want anything tainted. It
will never be forgotten. can this change
anything? I have no idea. It may all just be talk. And you know the
funny thing? Despite all my misgivings I
will surely be disappointed if it doesn’t happen. I never make any fucking sense.
Finally,
a doff of the cap to Joel. I never knew
you. But you’ll always be part of the
legacy (as well as the force behind many other interesting works). You brought me much joy years and years ago. I can still sometimes feel that now. Thanks.
I think I’ll put on Forever right
now.
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