kokekokko

    Just wanted to post some pics of last night’s party at Kokekkoko in Japantown last night. This time around it was Ruth’s birthday. In a couple weeks she’s leaving for a year in Spain.

    Sara wears my sunglasses. I wear Danny’s thick framed glasses. Noah provides his own expression.

    Sara adjusts her eyewear. I just like the composition of this one.

    Ruth’s birthday cake and some seriously cool candle light.

    By the way, Kokekokko translates to “cock-a-doodle-doo.” This place butchers the chickens fresh each day, separates them into their various component parts and brings them out to you cooked yakitori style (skewered and cooked to amazing perfection.) A very interesting place.

      another woman

      “I wondered if a memory is something you have, or something you’ve lost.”

      It’s late night and, as often happens, I’m chatting with Sara on the phone while I noodle around in one script project or another. Tonight we’re talking about Woody Allen, and I explain some of what I think is so great about his work. And I also find myself explaining the relationship between Woody and Soon-Yi. No, she’s not his daughter. He’s not even her adopted father. Her last name is Previn. Andre Previn and Mia Farrow adopted her years ago. He’s not even a father figure to her, for he never lived in the same house. In fact, he hardly ever came around. So there.

      Anyway, that’s all beside the point. In talking to Sara I remember that there’s still one Woody Allen movie I haven’t seen. After September came out and I found it such a drag, I opted to skip Another Woman. I hadn’t yet “discovered” his work. That happened in most glorious fashion in 1988 and 1989. If I had, I might have sucked up the resistance and just gone. But I missed it, and I never got around to it since.

      So after I get off the phone with Sara and wrap up the work for the morning (it is 1:30 AM) I stretch out on the sofa and drop the DVD in the player. It’s simpler than many of his works. Very leisurely, yet economical, and full of Woody’s stock characters. There are a lot of people saying things like, “I do love a good opera,” and “I’ve staged Brecht,” which is, like, a totally different world from the one I live, but his films are so warm and comfy, it doesn’t really matter. What struck me more than anything else was the piece of music that Allen uses throughout. I have to do a little research the next morning, but I discover that it is Erik Satie, a composer whose work I know I’ve heard but don’t actually just plain know. It’s gorgeous, and wistful and melancholy and actually brought tears to my eyes in the film’s final moments.

      It’s the first of the three “Gymnopedies,” and though it was composed for piano, Woody uses a full orchestration of the piece. I hop on the internet and tracks down as many versions of it as I can, without actually finding the one I want. I’ll have to raid the Amoeba collection later and see what I can find. In the meantime, click on the folowing two links to hear what the heck I’m talking about.

      Link One: Erik Satie: Gymnopedie #1 – This one is a fine version by pianist Robin Alciatore, although I like a version I grabbed on iTunes by Pascal Roge a little better.

      Link Two: The final speech by Gena Rowlands in Another Woman, which uses the fully orchestrated version to terrific effect. It’s especially poignant in the context of the film, because by the time you reach this cue, you’ve heard it twice before in key moments of the film. As she reads from the novel, the music binds it all together and drops us into the end credits, where we can stretch and ruminate and stumble off to the bedroom to pass into strange dreams about rain, wine and antique shops.

      Good stuff.

        denial of service

        Some of you may notice that access to my website has been impossible during the past couple of days. Apparently, Hostsave, my internet service provider, has been slammed by a Denial of Service attack. This kind of attack basically devastates the bandwidth capabilities to the victimized server and makes access from the outside next to impossible. There were a couple times when my website surfaced for air, but then it quickly sank again. Not until tonight have I been able to reach it and download the forty messages on my email server, thirty-four of which were junk, three of which were incarnations of the Netsky.P@mm virus (that thing’s still being tossed about?) and one of which was from my manager giving me some advice on the Blood & Glass treatment. All seems to be headed back to normality at Hostsave, but I’m picking up sixsquare.com and moving it over to iPowerWeb.com. Same price. Vastly better service. So things might be a little wonky here over the next few days sorry about that. And you other two people who wrote me…I’ll get back to you soon.

        Oh, and Cristy…the pics are coming soon, I promise! And Vic and Steve, I owe you guys conversations as well.

          cd, baby

          So yesterday I order the new CD by Jennifer Getz from cdbaby.com. Jennifer Getz is a friend and neighbor of Sara’s, and she’s invited me to her cd release party in a couple weeks. The best part is the shipping confirmation email I get from them today:

          “Your CD has been gently taken from our CD Baby shelves with
          sterilized contamination-free gloves and placed onto a satin pillow.

          A team of 50 employees inspected your CD and polished it to make sure
          it was in the best possible condition before mailing.

          Our packing specialist from Japan lit a candle and a hush fell over
          the crowd as he put your CD into the finest gold-lined box that money
          can buy.

          We all had a wonderful celebration afterwards and the whole party
          marched down the street to the post office where the entire town of
          Portland waved ‘Bon Voyage!’ to your package, on its way to you, in
          our private CD Baby jet on this day, Saturday, July 17th.

          I hope you had a wonderful time shopping at CD Baby. We sure did.
          Your picture is on our wall as ‘Customer of the Year’. We’re all
          exhausted but can’t wait for you to come back to CDBABY.COM!!”

          I like these guys.

            tom tomorrow of yesterday

            I procrastinate. I surf. I stumble across this old installment of “This Modern World” by Tom Tomorrow. I get a huge kick out of it, laugh for a moment, then realize I should be get back to the writing.

            Sigh…

              afterburners on

              These past few days are lost to the writing. Two days ago my manager sends me an email mentioning the setup of the Beowulf Project over at Maple Shade. This, he says, is a reason to kick the renovation of the Blood & Mist treatment into high gear. The Mist treatment, as I think I’ve mentioned before, describes a story that spans 160 years of Early American History. Yes, there are vampires, but the whole thing, blood and guts and all, is just too expansive. The canvas is too big. I need to pull it back down to something closer to Blood & Dust, the plot of which covered only three days. Through careful use of flashback, elements of the story in that one stretch back several hundred years, and though I don’t enjoy using them, in that case, the flashbacks work. So I’ll have to re-tool the plot of Mist and see what I can come up with. In just a few days.

              No problem, except I’m neck-deep in the treatment for Blood & Glass. It’s coming together at last (after a few days of chipping away at the plot with a dull and worn instrument) but I’ve got perhaps another day’s worth of work to go. Then Sundays are placed on the altar at Amoeba Music, leaving me no time to write. And Monday is my last day of “freedom” as Boss is due back from Iceland. So my work is cut out for me.

              In fact, what am I doing wasting my time here?

              See ya.

                fahrenheit

                I’m sitting at home, working on Blood & Glass. I’ve got Acts One and Three all figgered out. Act Two is posing some problems. Still, I know who dies in the end, so it’s just a matter of connecting the gaps.

                Sara calls at 12:30 and says she and Noah are going to catch Fahrenheit 9/11 at the Grove and would I like to come? Well, I need to see the film, so of course I say I’ll meet them there.

                My reactions? Well, I don’t know that I can offer any insight that hasn’t been expounded upon already, but I think it’s equal parts comedy, farce and tragedy. The film is very carefully scripted, and perhaps because of this, it packs a serious wallop. We’re not gonna get into the question of fact and fiction. The fact checking has already been done. Though there are two or three discrepancies (as pointed out by TIME magazine) the facts are there. Take ’em or leave ’em. What’s at issue for most people (especially those who take the right vs. left approach) is the film’s power to present a potent argument through it’s very specific arangement of those facts.

                Well, shucks, welcome to film 101. And yes, I’m extremely sensitive to the potential of the medium. In fact, one of the more disgusting parts of the film was the brief look at the way in which FOX News serves as a mouthpiece for the right. People who complain about the liberal media needn’t worry. They have FOX on their side. (Fox has staged a scary rebuttal to the accusations levied against it.) But whether it’s manipulation or truth, all I can say is this: leave alone the argument that Kerry isn’t going to be any better. Forget the whole “us vs. you” mentality behind the war and the upcoming election. Consider simply that we’ve let George (who only happens to be Republican) have his shot. Things haven’t worked out too well. Let’s give someone else a chance. It couldn’t possibly get any worse.

                And in case you’re a Disney fan, consider this: Michael Eisner may have chosen not to distribute the film, but after seeing it, he says he liked it very much. Do what you will with that.

                Anyway, in other, weirder news, Boing Boing reports of a French company that has developed a series of AIDS-awareness ads depicting well-known superheroes with the disease.

                And finally, I’m back at home now. The heat of the day is settling into a deep, warm calm. I’m writing in the fading light, but I think I’m going to take a nap break. Watch The Young Ones. Get some rest. Then I’ll return to Blood & Glass.

                Incidentally, it’s Nick who dies in the end.

                  N.B.

                  I provide a link to Allmusic, but so many people want to check it out, it may not work. Use advisedly.

                    lush

                    I spend some time today at allmusic.com, which remains one of my favorite websites. Today they unveiled a substantial overhaul. It’s going to take me a while to get used to the new layout and functions, but so far it’s pretty impressive.

                    The first band I look up on the all-new site is Lush, who I’m reminded today at the gym, are responsible for the most incredible three minutes sixteen seconds of music in creation. I remember once thinking that the music would be amazing in a movie trailer. And then to my astonishment I caught the trailer for the Solaris remake with George Clooney.

                    So yeah. Never mind. Someone’s done it.

                    • black dahlia

                    wicked west

                    Mark sends me an email two days ago (Mark Smith, not co-worker Mark) whose subject reads, “Oh Shit!” The body of the note is simply this link.

                    See, this is the problem trying to get working in this business. You can work for years on something, do a good job, turn out a great script, only to have someone else swoop in with a similar concept and effectively render all your effort useless.

                    I’m not saying that Blood & Dust is now hopeless. But we’d been developing a comic book as well. My hope was that if we had a completed book, my chances of getting the movie made would be that much better. Mark had been diligent and resourceful (both inspirationally and financially) in getting this thing off the ground and we got an artist to do the work. Unfortunately, all of this was over a year ago. This artist has been very slow in the production of the book. It should have been out by now. He wrote us recently saying he was near completion, but with the arrival of The Wicked West, the situation gets a little muddier.

                    On the plus side, I’ve got a completed script and almost two completed companion treatments. I’m way ahead of the game. But sometimes, as we’ve been seeing with the delicate skin, all it takes is word to get out that another vampire western is coming to foul up plans for your own.

                    The jury’s still out. I’ve yet to get in touch with Edgar about this. The case may well be that it won’t threaten us at all, but it’s this sort of thing that lands on my back like a plummeting cinder block and puts grit in the joints of my hands when I sit down to write.

                    Luckily, if I get really down about it, I can just look at this picture. The kitten belongs to Renata, Rocket Video customer extraordinaire. She brings her kittens in whenever she rents. In this picture, Sara holds “Copa.”

                    Not pictured is the kitten’s companion, whose name happens to be “Cabana.”

                      counterinvasion.com

                      The invader site is finally up. Check it out. The grid is far from complete, but you can get an idea of how it’s going to work out. The map isn’t done yet either, but that’ll come along eventually…

                        1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 0 ACHTUNG!

                        “Static. Faint voices. Seven slow, monotonous tones. A pause. Suddenly, you hear music–one of those wind-up songs played by a child’s toy. The melody repeats three times. A pause. Suddenly, you hear a female voice counting off the numbers 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 0 in German. A pause. She repeats the numbers. A pause. The children’s toy melody returns.
                        So begins The Conet Project, perhaps the greatest collection of found art ever produced. “

                        Taking a brief break in the writing to send out this curiosity. Apparently this thing is back in print. From the reviews I’ve been reading, I’ll have to see if I can get my hands on a copy. It sounds amazing…

                        The Conet Project

                          revamp

                          This morning I reach the critical point with the blog clutter and lack of functionality. So I spend some time revamping it. It should work on most newer browsers. I can’t vouch for anything pre-Netscape 6.0, and If you’ve got IE 5.0 or earlier, forget about it. I don’t even want to know how it looks on your computer. I’ve made the current photos link the default expansion. Expand the other subjects by clicking on the heading. More links to come, and definitely more current music listings as well. The changes are only on the main page for the moment. When Hostsave gets its act together, I’ll update the whole blog.

                          Oh, and more blog entries now that it’s looking better again.

                            juggling act

                            Here’s what I have on my plate:

                            1) Two treatments: Blood & Mist / Blood & Glass. Theses are on the front burner. People are waiting.

                            2) Script rewrite: Strange Angels – This has been on the back burner, pending completion of Item 1.

                            3) Work-related websites: Hollywood Scarefest and Icelanders. The latter is taking some serious time. I’m ripping short films off of DVD into a streamable format. And the niggling details alone are almost overwhelming.

                            4) Personal sites: counterinavasion.com (aiming for a launch soon); jmt2k.com (I have plenty of work to do there) and this site (still haven’t fixed the damned blog.)

                            5) Somehow, Item #3 needs to move even more on the front burner, as Boss called me yesterday and said he didn’t think I was doing enough work on the site, which is stupid because the stuff I’m doing you can’t see by visiting.

                            5) New job: Amoeba is fun but demanding. I worked yesterday 2-11. The same shift is set for today. And I just found out I may have to do the same tomorrow.

                            7) Old job: Rocket still has me one night a week. That would be Saturday, the day everyone always invites me out to do fun things.

                            8) This blog: Somehow, I still find time to…

                            oops. Gotta go.

                              r.i.p. brando

                              They won’t release the cause of death. Recent reports indicated that he was destitute, living in a shack. I wonder what we get if we do the math? It matters not. I’m watching The Godfather while I clean up my house (Keir and Joy are comin’) At least we have that.

                              Brando Dies