Showing posts with label 1964. Show all posts
Showing posts with label 1964. Show all posts

Saturday, April 4, 2020

Serge Gainsbourg - Ce mortel ennui (1964)





Sort of the social distancing video from Serge Gainsbourg.  Well, almost.  Nevertheless, a brilliant visual with the great Serge.  Throughout his long career, I think I love him the most during the late 1950s and early 60s.  But again, when you buy or listen to Gainsbourg, your getting quality.  - Tosh Berman​

Tuesday, May 13, 2014

May 13, 2014



May 13, 2014

I rarely write about myself as a publisher.  Mostly due to the mystique of working behind the velvet curtain and not letting anyone see the work that is put together, and to be perfectly honest, I do not know exactly what the hell is the proper way of being a publisher.   For me, it started off as Show N’ Tell at elementary school.   As young students, we were asked to bring something from home to show and present to our class.  Most people brought their favorite object of some sort. It could be a doll, from a girl or a toy truck from a boy (very gender specific in those days).   A lot of times it can be something personal like a watercolor painting or an ashtray made by dried macaroni and then usually painted either gold or silver.  What I brought to the classroom was for me the most important item, or publication in my existence at that time - TV Guide.



Although I wasn’t really allowed to watch a lot of TV at home, except when I stayed with my grandparents over the weekend, where it was TV viewing non-stop, from early morning to late afternoon, following a break where I go outside to run, walk or play, and then back to the TV set for more intense viewing till bedtime.   I would like to say that I learned to read at a young age from looking at my parents large library of books, or an interest in children’s literature at the time, but the truth is the main source of reading was the weekly TV Guide.



I would get the TV guide on a Sunday morning, and with a color pen, mark all the shows I wanted to watch that week.  My hobby was a strange one, since I mentioned I couldn’t watch a lot of TV shows at home, I pretended to, and basically there are shows that I never seen, but nevertheless I read about them and marked it off on the Guide as seeing them.   So, I had an imaginative version of a lot of shows, but only the one’s that were shown on a regular basis from Monday to Friday.   The weekend was real-time watching from Saturday morning to Sunday night.   Bear in mind this is before cable or streaming, or even VHS taping.  If I wanted to watch a show I had to be there on time and in front of a set.  Occasionally I had to go to a party with my family or there maybe a family gathering over the weekend, which spelled out death to me.   The one thought in my mind was that I was missing an episode of a certain show.  “Johnny Quest” comes to mind a show that I was devoted to, and it was rare to have an animated show playing in the evening.  But I remember we had to leave the house for some unimportant reason (to me at least) and I had almost a panic attack thinking that I was missing that episode.  Luckily, over the summer they repeated a lot of shows, so if I blew this one, I more likely can see it three or four months later.

I would wake up in the morning early to study the TV Guide.  With a pen in my hand, I would read each description of every show.  Even shows I have no interest in, I just wanted to make sure I covered the waterfront as one would say in my favorite song.   I was deeply concerned with programming that started around 11 PM, because I was forced to go to bed at that hour.  I would lie awake in bed, thinking what I was missing on the TV set.  Mostly films, but they always sounded interesting to me.  One time I remember seeing Howard Hawk’s “The Big Sleep” on Channel 5 at 9:00 P.M. My family was big cinema goers and sometimes they would take me as well.  But to be honest I rather watch a movie on TV, with the commercials running through it.  At the time it was hard for me to pay attention to a whole film being played without interruption, because I felt my mind was going to different places, and watching a commercial was like reading a book and waiting for the end of the sentence or the paragraph break.  Also the description in the Guide was great: “



Bear in mind that, I never collected TV Guide.  Once the week was over, I would throw it away, even though I wrote detailed notes or footnotes at the bottom of the page, regarding a show that I would have an interest in seeing.   Also as a literary style, I was very much taken by the caption description of specific episodes.  There was something very zen-like at times.  For example, here’s “Gomer Pile, USMC.”

“Sargent Carter’s sister tells him she’s getting married - but Carter doesn’t approve of his future bother-in-law.   Gomer: Jim Nabors.  Carter: Frank Sutton.  Colonel: Forrest Compton.  Then there will be a separate paragraph giving credits to the Guest Cast.  Babe Carter - Marlyn Mason.  Kanobly - Bill Idelson.   Then oddly enough there is a separate line after that saying “actor Bill Idelson co-authored the script.” For me being a young cineaste or TV-fan, this was priceless information.
As I approached my teenage years, I got more interested in literature, which eventually leads me to publish.  Nevertheless, the first work on paper that made an impression on me was for sure TV Guide.   My first interest in writing was hoping that somehow I could get a job writing plot caption in the publication.  It was incomprehensible to me that these writers were never known, and in a way it is a lost art form or literature that no one cares about - except me of course.

Sunday, February 9, 2014

February 9, 2014



February 9, 2014

For my past crimes, I was just sentenced to the poker for 40 days.  The judge said that I should have known better than to participate in Justin’s egg-throwing party.  Ironically there is a 40 year difference between me and Justin.  Who knows how these things work out.  One day you were hired to write some words to a song, and then a short time later I am facing the judge, in a crime that I truly have no memory of.  Due to the arrest I am thrown out of Justin’s social world, which probably is a blessing than anything else.    The judge was kind enough to give me 40 more days to get my affairs in order before reporting to jail time.  Oddly enough I don’t feel guilty about what happened.  Sometimes you just have to experience the lows in life to appreciate the highs.  Alas, there is a great deal of sadness on my part, because deep down I still want to be part of Justin’s world.

A quick turn of events makes one reflect on one's life, and I often wonder what would happen if I didn’t see The Beatles on the Ed Sullivan show when I was 9 years old.  I was for sure attracted to the intense love the whole world was giving the Fab Four.  Yet, I can’t remember what songs they played on the show.  I just remember looking forward to the moment they arrive in front of me, or on my TV screen.  It wasn’t even a music thing, just to become part of that moment when things fell in place so perfectly.



The second thing that hit me right between the eyes that year was “Peyton Place.” I just turned 10 years old and I fell in love with Allison MacKenzie, played by Mia Farrow.   If I had a ‘type’ it would be a girl with long blonde hair.  There was something fairy-tale like about her presence on the little screen that really captured my heart.  I didn’t understand the show, but I got the intensity and passion right away.  Totally emotional, but Farrow struck me as someone I can just talk to, if I knew her.  Or I should say Allison, because that is the part she played in the series.  I believe that she was 19, but her being a teenager, in my mind, was that she was approachable for a ten year old.   Of course this was all fantasy, but when you are a kid you always fall in love with someone older.  I’m sure there were tons of pre-teen girls in love with The Beatles, and on one level you think, these guys are in their early 20’s.  But when you are part of the rush of pre-teenage or teenager, you don’t really pay attention to logic, but more of an inner-fantasy world, that was more important and more lively.



In real life when she went off with Frank Sinatra, it seemed weird to me, and I didn’t totally understand why she didn’t run off with Ryan O'Neal her co-star in “Payton Place.” But then mysteries are mysteries due to the unknown world of emotional attachment.   I think what disturbed me as a kid is that Sinatra wasn’t part of the family or not part of the show.  Around the same time, I also developed another crush on another blonde, Hayley Mills.  She was a great teenage star in the Walt Disney world.  I actually cut out pictures of her from 16 Magazine and put them up on my bedroom wall.   It was shocking to me, that eventually she ended up marrying a British movie director Roy Boulting when she was 20, and he was 53 years old.  Another odd thing about Mia and Hayley is that they were both in productions of “Peter Pan” but not on the same show.  I think Hayley played Wendy, but Mia actually performed as Peter Pan.

So now 50 years later, I am in front of the judge for hanging out with Justin and his crew, and I can sort of see I was trying to capture a moment that I never had.  Only in my head, and I had the chance to live that fantasy or moment, but now find my self soon heading towards jail with only a copy of a novel by Natsume Sōseki.