Thursday, June 21, 2012

17 – If You Want to Sing Out, Sing Out – Cat Stevens 1971



            This song is one of two Cat Stevens wrote for “Harold and Maude.” I was late getting to that movie, I didn’t see it until 1978 and it had come out in 1971. I guess it was the description, “death-obsessed 20 year old falls for 80 year old woman” that kept me away for so long.

            It’s played twice during the film, once, sung by Ruth Gordon’s Maude, and again….SPOILER ALERT…. after Harold has run his Jaguar hearse off a cliff following Maude’s suicide. The camera pulls back and pans up from the crumpled wreckage to the top of the cliff where a lone figure, Harold, is plucking the song on a banjo given to him by Maude, then Cat’s voice comes in and the song ends the movie on a glorious, life-affirming note.

            If you’ve never seen it, go out and buy it or get it from Netflix (I just got my Blu-Ray, Criterion Collection edition, that came out on the 12th). Don’t let the thumbnail description put you off. It’s full of funny stuff and it has a great selection of Cat Stevens’ songs. There’s seven songs from “Mona Bone Jakon” and “Tea for the Tillerman”, plus two written specifically for the film.

            I saw it on HBO in 1978 (more on that coming up on “Kaffred’s Zune”), but did not get the full impact until I saw it at the Parkway theater in Chicago several years later in a double feature with “Where’s Poppa”, another black comedy starring Ruth Gordon, that, though very funny, pales in comparison with “Harold and Maude.”

            When I saw it on a full sized screen, for the first time I saw what Harold saw on Maude’s arm as they sat overlooking a harbor. It’s a number tattooed on her forearm from a concentration camp. Nowhere else in the film is it mentioned she is a Holocaust survivor. Up to that point, you see Maude as a sprite (AKA “Manic Pixie Dream girl” in a Wikipedia entry, "that bubbly, shallow cinematic creature that exists solely in the fevered imaginations of sensitive writer-directors to teach broodingly soulful young men to embrace life and its infinite mysteries and adventures."), teaching Harold the ways of the world with humor and insight, but that shot brought a gasp from me. On TV, you can’t see the tattoo (on my 19” anyway).

            Harold, being death obsessed, goes to funerals (it's where he meets Maude, she does the same for other reasons). At the first funeral in the film there is a close-up of the casket as it is going into the hearse and until I saw it on a big screen, I didn't see the brand of casket, an Elgin!  At one time Elgin was a hub of manufacturing: watches, bikes, street sweepers and caskets. Now we make burritos and lattes.

            In the late 70s and early 80s there were two theaters in the area that ran older films. The Parkway in Chicago changed its double feature daily, while the Varsity, in Evanston, changed their double feature every 2-4 days.

            I would get the flyer for each and make my plans to see the films each had. I enjoyed Francois Truffaut films and Werner Herzog films (that final shot in “Aguirre, Wrath of God” with the monkeys chittering around Klaus Kinski on a raft in the middle of a South American river still haunts me). The Parkway would have a Worst Film Festival every year and it was great to see the horrible movies with a full house.

There’s nothing like an audience to make the experience, I almost wet myself laughing at the trilogy of “Plan 9 from Outer Space” (lovingly re-created by Tim Burton and Johnny Depp in “Ed Wood”), “Robot Monster” (the director couldn’t afford a real costume so his “robot” was a guy in a gorilla suit with a space helmet on his head), and “Reefer Madness” (just plain funny, unintentionally).

I went through a phase in the early 1980s where I wanted to purchase or run a movie theater like these two, even going so far as driving down to Auburn, Illinois (about 4.5 hours south of Chicago) to look at a theater/coffee shop building. I did some research and found there were 4-5 small colleges within a 50-mile radius or so form Auburn that I could draw from, I thought.

However, the owner wanted $80,000 dollars for the building (I was working at Accutronics at the time after getting my MA from Western Illinois, making about $22,000/year) and I knew nothing about how to go about procuring older films or running a projector and I also knew that VCRs were becoming more popular and more and more obscure movies were becoming available. In fact, I think that building became a video store; it never reopened as a theater.

I think it was one of my better decisions to not purchase that albatross, though if I won the lottery tomorrow, and didn’t have to worry about running out of money, I’d seriously consider buying an old movie palace and fixing it up and running the movies I’d like to see on the big screen again. Movies like “Days of Heaven”, “Close Encounters”,  “Day for Night”, my favorite Truffaut film, “Apocalypse Now”, “Heaven’s Gate” (I know, but I liked it), Abel Gance’s “Napoleon” (I was lucky enough to see it at the Chicago Theater with a full orchestra in 1980(?)), ”Blade Runner”, “The Music Man” (guilty pleasure!), “Help!” (first saw it at the StarView Drive-in, in Elgin, long gone), and, of course, the Star Wars and “Lord of the Rings” films.

So, until that day arrives, if anyone out there would like to sponsor me….

Friday, June 1, 2012

16 – Margarita – Steve Dahl – 1992


            This is my favorite song from Steve Dahl. It’s hard to believe it’s been 20 years since it came out. It’s the best of his non-parody songs and benefits, I feel, from a great production by Joe Thomas, who was a friend of Steve’s in the 90’s. Joe Thomas also produced Brian Wilson’s 329th comeback album a few years later named “Your Imagination”, with a title song with lyrics co-written by S.R. Dahl.

            The only lyrics of Steve’s left in the song are the lines,
“Another bucket of sand
Another wave and the pier
I miss the way that I used
To call the shots around here”

Over the years since, Steve has played a version of the song with him singing all his lyrics. He has a way with words, obviously (30+ years in broadcasting), and many of his are better.

            The CD of  “Your Imagination,” when purchased at Best Buy, also included a bonus CD with an interview of Brian by Sean Lennon and also included a glorious version of “In My Room” from a concert he did in St. Charles, Illinois, when Brian lived there in the 90’s next door to (or across the street from) Joe Thomas. On it, Brian harmonizes with Bruce Johnston (once and future Beach Boy), Timothy B. Schmit (Eagles), Christopher Cross, and Jim Peterik (Ides of March).

            “Margarita” is Steve’s story song about the invention of the margarita (duh!).

            As I wrote earlier I have been a fan of the Stever (and Garry Meier and Bruce Wolf) since the early days of his “Rude Awakening “ show on the Loop in 1979. I have been a subscriber to his podcast ($9.95/month for Steve’s daily podcast and twice weekly podcasts form Kevin Matthews, cheap!) from its start. I enjoy his take on everything pop culture and family related.

            He is the quickest witted broadcaster and I am one of the few who look back on his post-Garry days with Bruce Wolf with fond memories. Bruce Wolf was the second quickest wit in broadcasting (don’t care for him as much today in his right wing nutball incarnation) and it was a joy to listen to them as they riffed off each other, rushing to be the first with the best hilarious comment on some news story.

            No one challenged Steve for quickness, though his current co-host/sidekick, Dag Juhlin, shows a lot of promise. There are times when things are flying so fast and furious that Steve doesn’t even hear Dag’s funny asides.

            Just the other day, in their bashing of Jim Belushi’s recent column in the Chicago Sun-Times, “Bullsh-t”, Dag said in response to Steve’s claim that Belushi had filed a copyright on the term “Pillanoid” from his column, Dag said, “ He should trademark “Belush-t”. That’s pretty funny, but Steve never acknowledged it as he and Brendan Greely bounced comments and laughs off each other.

            It reminds me of one of my funniest lines that no one ever heard. When I was in my second year of community college, I was taking a night class in Western Civilization and one night we heard a loud “Whoooo!” from down the hall. The teacher said, “Oh that’s Mr. Clark (or whatever his name was, it was 38 years ago), I saw him wheeling a toilet into his class. I don’t know what that’s all about.”

            Now in 1974 I hadn’t been exposed to Steve Dahl or David Letterman, so I didn’t have the wiseacre in me, to say anything out loud, but in my mind I said,  “Cold seat.”