Lost in Movies
When I was growing up, the only entertainment was movies. Much like the postwar world elsewhere, I was in love with going to watch movies at the theater, and some days watched upto three different shows. Late nite movies were my favorite. But I am all grown up now and it has been several years since I watched movies without a break of multiple days between them. And a long time since I watched a late, late, movie. Last nite, I managed to snatch a moment from the past when I went to see the midnite show of The Lost Highway by David Lynch. Like most people in the audience at the IFC theater, I had seen the movie before of course. We were there to relive the magic moments of madness in the movie, and to immerse in the the Lou Reed-David Bowie-Rammstein-Marilyn Manson soundtrack, sweeter than wine, softer than the summer's night. The movie is a fugue, an enigma, and the web has many sites interpreting it for you. But it is best seen, sitting in a movie theater with loud speakers.
What's your axe?
Tenor... Tenor saxophone. Do you...
(shakes his head)