I really should do something.
While I was getting ready, or surfing, actually, or maybe I was fishing, I happened across a site that made a big splash out of the fact that it was ten years old.
Ten years, in internet time, or on internet time, which should it be?
I hastily gathered up my materials and thought about it. In about a month, maybe six weeks, I’ll be entering a second decade of the column, Fishing Guide to the Stars.
Every week, without fail, for over ten years now.
How did Waylon sing it?
“Ten years down the road, making one night stands
Speeding my young life away
Tell me one more time just so I understand…”
(Gratuitous Waylon allusion)
Which leads to the way back machine, which leads to a movie:
I tend to favor the original Alamo (downtown) because I can walk there, so parking isn’t even an issue. Plus the programming tends to be, well, a little off-beat, is the polite way to put it. Odd, even. Weird, on occasion. Or “cult-like.”
Whatever.
The food’s usually pretty good, and for a date? Dinner, movie, drinks, all in one stop. Only, as usual, I was alone. Not that it bothers me, because, after all, I do live like a monk.
I remember seeing this movie the first time, a screening. Anne Richards was Gov., and she introduced the film, “Movie and politics are similar,” was the gist of what she said, with a punch line about the world of make-believe. Or something. I don’t recall.
I saw the movie again, a few weeks later, and what was odd, one of the people with us that night? She was born after the movie took place. (Hint: the movie is set for May 28, 1976 – graduating class.)
Two components make this film great: soundtrack and dialogue. And some of the camera work. So I’m not good at simple math. It’s a weird trip to listen to the music, and I was busy trying to date some of the tunes, but alas, my musical trivia isn’t that good. Part of my fondness stems from the locations, the “Top Notch” on Burnet Road, the football field, and, I think, some of the “high school” shots, plus the Moon Tower – all local. Then the closing shot, a highway to Houston, for Aerosmith tickets.
Opening scene? Sweet Emotion. Then there was Frampton? Of course, Slow Ride. And a host of others, slightly nostalgic.
What I missed was whatever the sign said, “family plot” was all I caught.
I had a couple of notes, but one I didn’t find, and I’m doing this late night from memory, the red-headed “chick,” she was commenting about how, “The 60’s were something, the 70’s are nothing, and the 80’s? We’ll be in our 20’s! that’ll mean something!”
(Side bar item: I was probably Slater, not Woody.)
Bigfoot’s back:
Reported in Canada, which can’t be true, the real Bigfoot lives in East Texas.
Credit check:
This is bad: they say I don’t exist.
Unrelated:
(via TFG) Musical question, “Is this the way to Amarillo?”
E-mail addiction:
Not me. I can quit, any time I want to. No, really, I can.
