Two Hundred Thirty-Four.
Friday, 2020.10.16, 12:17 PM central time.
"Cult classic" films - and more nostalgia.
Current Mood: Still introspective
and obviously .
Current Scent: Ombré Leather by Tom Ford.
morning I was presented, via a Facebook ad, with the opportunity to
buy a Blu-Ray box set of the splatter/gore works of Herschell Gordon
Lewis. This immediately reminded me of the old film Doctor
Gore, which Lewis' friend, Pat Patterson, directed. It's
a really crappy film - horribly directed, terribly performed, and unintentionally
quite funny. I find it enormously enjoyable.
funny thing is... that ad sent me on a mental nostalgia spiral.
I started thinking about my younger days, back in the 80s and early
90s, trying to find and watch as many "cult classic" films
as I could. I still love them; Peter Jackson's Bad Taste
is still my favorite film of all time, and I remember with joy the "Duohouse
Pilgrimage" party that my friend Kevin "Wink" Winkler
and I had in 1990s, at which we showed Bad Taste, Ozone:
Attack of the Redneck Mutants, and Heathers.
my parents and I would visit St. Peters to visit my grandparents, sometimes
we would go to St. Louis to buy light gear or records for EKG Mobile
Music (my first DJ company, 1989-2002). This usually included
a trip to the University City Loop, a special part of St. Louis where
we would go to Vintage Vinyl and pass by Ziezo (clothing store), Blueberry
Hill (a great restaurant), and the Tivoli Theatre, where I would usually
grab their flyers for forthcoming movie showings. I never went
into the Tivoli, but oh, how I wanted to. Those Tivoli flyers
were the means by which I found out about such films as Frank Henenlotter's
Basket Case 2, Richard Linklater's Slacker, and Peter
Greenaway's The Thief, the Cook, His Wife and Her Lover.
If memory serves, they even had midnight showings of Eraserhead!
on in the late 90s, my old friend DJ TMJ and I would hang out and watch
cult flicks. We were both huge fans of Kevin Smith and Quentin
Tarantino, but we would also occasionally introduce each other to more
obscure cinematic jewels. I remember having a get-together at
my house for people to come watch Slime City, Street Trash,
Frankenhooker, and probably Braindead or Meet
the Feebles. God, how wonderful! I also remember that
on at least one of those nights, everybody else cancelled or had better
plans, so it was just Tim (TMJ) and I hanging out watching movies in
my garage. Ha!!
days, I still chat with Tim and Kevin on occasion. Tim still lives
in Oklahoma, but Kevin moved away decades ago, and currently lives in
Colorado. I haven't been to the University City Loop since 1994,
but I occasionally look at it online to see which businesses are still
around, and I still plan to go up there and hopefully see a movie at
the Tivoli before I die. That's an earnest "bucket list"
item for me.
as many of you know, a lot has changed in my life since those early
days. (How can it be that even the late 1990s were 20
years ago?) I've gained a bit of weight, a significant amount
more muscle, a couple of tattoos, and maybe a few wrinkles. I've
had my heart broken so many times that it's irreparably scarred.
I've gotten married and I've had a couple of sons, one of whom is now
a teenager. My grandpa died in 2004, then my mom in 2007, then
my dad in 2010, then my grandma in 2013. I don't know if I'll
ever DJ "in-person" at a venue again, although I perform at
least once a week (on average) online. Oh, yeah, and I'm currently
living in what I believe to be only the first year of a pandemic
which has killed over 200,000 Americans so far.
my life has had a lot of "downs" to go along with the "ups,"
I still feel tremendously lucky to have had the life that I've had.
However, I would be lying if I said that there aren't days when I yearn
to be back with my old friends, all gathered around a TV with some popcorn,
watching crazy and occasionally shitty old films, and just chilling
not going to say whether or not I bought the Herschell Gordon Lewis
set... but I will say that if I did, then I got a hell of a
deal on fourteen classic gore flicks.
I will tell you is that I've got to be going... I've got some I Am God
(preworkout) and Hype Reloaded (nitric oxide booster) hitting my bloodstream,
and I'm going to go do a bit of weightlifting while I watch Brian De
Palma's 1974 classic Phantom of the Paradise for the first
time ever. (Seriously... I've owned it on DVD for over a decade,
and I've still never gotten around to watching it.)
if you'll excuse me...