Wednesday, June 15, 2005
Two-lane Blacktop
For some reason, I am not able to really connect to my life right now. I manage to witness events and then I store them away in order without actually processing them. Maybe it is the massive quantities of copyediting that I am doing at the Louvre, the psychological scars of yet another academic year, or some kind of strange rhubarb side effect, but I am beginning to understand a bit better what it must be like to not be self-centered.
But, don't worry. I am incurably self-centered, so I will keep blogging.
Last night, I witnessed a mind-blowing film: Monte Hellman's Two-lane Blacktop starring James Taylor and Dennis Wilson (that's right, Brian's brother, Wendy and Carnie's uncle, and Charles Manson's landlord). Hyped as one of the greatest road movies of all time, it captured a kind of romantic Blue Highways era, a time that, while in the 70s, was actually an ellipse to the 60s. In Arkansas, a blond pretty-boy drag race challenger asks, "You ain't hippies, are ya?" Then proceeds to call Tennessee a "piss poor state."
While, watching the movie, three thoughts continually passed through my mind. 1/ When this movie was released, my mother was my age. 2/ Dennis Wilson was beautiful. 3/ Ste and I have to rent a car and road trip it when we go to the states in November. Oh, and a fourth idea, James Taylor has a near unibrow. Don't you think Joni could have encourage him to wax or at least pluck?
A pleasing evening, the film's impact wore off quickly and Ste and I went to bed. Then the dreams came.
Me: I'll race ya for papers.
Hiro (my good friend who is responsible for the new site feed link): Where to?
Me: Heather O'Buck's house. (another friend, lives in New Orleans)
Hiro: Where's that?
Me: Finding out is part of the challenge.
I get into the car with Stephane and Sara (yet another friend). Hiro takes off with his crew.
Now, I am no guy or even tomboy, so I can't tell you what kind of car I was driving. All I remember was the blur of green and gray and the vision of O'Buck's smiling face when we arrived at her screen door, honored that we chose her place as the road race destination. I know she'll give us a good victory party.
But, don't worry. I am incurably self-centered, so I will keep blogging.
Last night, I witnessed a mind-blowing film: Monte Hellman's Two-lane Blacktop starring James Taylor and Dennis Wilson (that's right, Brian's brother, Wendy and Carnie's uncle, and Charles Manson's landlord). Hyped as one of the greatest road movies of all time, it captured a kind of romantic Blue Highways era, a time that, while in the 70s, was actually an ellipse to the 60s. In Arkansas, a blond pretty-boy drag race challenger asks, "You ain't hippies, are ya?" Then proceeds to call Tennessee a "piss poor state."
While, watching the movie, three thoughts continually passed through my mind. 1/ When this movie was released, my mother was my age. 2/ Dennis Wilson was beautiful. 3/ Ste and I have to rent a car and road trip it when we go to the states in November. Oh, and a fourth idea, James Taylor has a near unibrow. Don't you think Joni could have encourage him to wax or at least pluck?
A pleasing evening, the film's impact wore off quickly and Ste and I went to bed. Then the dreams came.
Me: I'll race ya for papers.
Hiro (my good friend who is responsible for the new site feed link): Where to?
Me: Heather O'Buck's house. (another friend, lives in New Orleans)
Hiro: Where's that?
Me: Finding out is part of the challenge.
I get into the car with Stephane and Sara (yet another friend). Hiro takes off with his crew.
Now, I am no guy or even tomboy, so I can't tell you what kind of car I was driving. All I remember was the blur of green and gray and the vision of O'Buck's smiling face when we arrived at her screen door, honored that we chose her place as the road race destination. I know she'll give us a good victory party.
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