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table of contents V - Anthony & Miranda
Let’s Talk About It Cora! Cora
Turn Your Dial All The Way To The Right
Badﬁnger and Beyond
Michael A Cimino
Edgar Allan Poe - The Raven
Christopher Lukas Film Festival Guide
Edgar Allan Poe
table of contents The Bargain We Can Barely Afford
Aliceâ€™s Restaurant Review
Sir Real Fashion
Nyack Village Theatre Schedule
Rockland World Radio Guide
weekly guide to live Internet broadcasts + archives
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Rockland World Radio the [local Internet broadcast leader] is gearing up for its 8th season. No small task, considering the hold traditional media has had in convincing the public they’re the only game in town. The Internet will no longer be looked upon as a passing phase - digital is here to stay. Worldwide, the broadcasting industry is being turned on its head by the Internet. It’s no different locally, where technological advances — online and otherwise — are taking place at an unprecedented pace and leaving a wave of uncertainty in their wake. But it’s all about opportunity, not catastrophe. “For advertisers there’s the ability to better target audiences online where they are better deﬁned. Financial people have a better idea of how their budgets are being used. For consumers there’s the ability to watch or listen to programming whenever and wherever they want — they decide, guided in some form by broadcasters. Nothing illustrates this more effectively than the rise of YouTube, now owned by Google. Take the stats: YouTube receives approximately 2 billion views a day — more than double the prime-time audience of the three major American TV networks combined. Last year more than 13 million hours of video were uploaded to the site, and 35 hours of video are uploaded every minute. Put another way, more video is uploaded to YouTube in 60 days than the three major American networks have created in 60 years.
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Anthony & Miranda by Christopher Lukas “It’s a strip tease joint on Sunset.
The Pink Pussy Cat.” She looks up at Anthony admiringly. “It’s owned by Lenny Bruce’s mother.” “You’re kidding!” Miranda says, thinking of the sick comedian’s face which seemed to stare up from the cover of every magazine. “She’s a tough broad, but I think we can persuade her.” Miranda nods her head. Anything Anthony says is okay. “You’re the ﬁlmmaker,” she says. “Hey, we’re both ﬁlmmakers. You’re getting the best training.” “You mean with you or at UCLA?” The smile is shy. Miranda never knows exactly what he means. But he sure is gorgeous. One day he dropped by her lighting class, greeting the teacher warmly; an old friend. Everyone said the short ﬁlm he’d made six years earlier was going to win awards, but she wasn’t sure whether it ever had. Now, he was supposed to be working on a full length feature. On his way out of class he had looked at her and there was an instantaneous connection. When she came out of McClaren Hall, there he was. They slept together that ﬁrst night. The only thing he said to her was, “How come they named you Miranda? After the Cuban dancer?” She laughed, uncomfortably. “No. Shakespeare.” 14
In the morning, over strawberries and sour cream, with the sunlight coming into her tiny room through the leaves of the avocado tree, he told her about his ﬁlm. It was going to be a big feature, with Italian stars. He’d lip-synch the dialogue afterwards in English, but he wanted those Italian-looking faces. “It’s the way Fellini does it,” he said. “He goes for faces, and then dubs in the voices.” On the bedspread, he marched spoons and napkins and salt shakers around, showing her the complicated shots he planned. He’d been writing for three years. “Everything in art takes time,” he said, brushing aside the spoons and reaching for her naked body. Inside the Pussy Cat, it is dark and tawdry, but the stage is large and the lighting equipment impressive. They walk out on the lip and look at the little tables and pink chairs in the audience area. A smell of stale beer and perfume permeates the building. “It’s big, isn’t it?” The voice comes from behind them, husky with booze or cigarettes. They turn to ﬁnd a woman of indeterminate age with dyed red hair eyeing them cautiously. A cigarette hangs from her fat lips. “You Anthony?” “That’s me.” He introduces them both, but Mrs. Bruce keeps her eyes on Anthony. “You make ﬁlms?” “I make ﬁlms.” “I need something sharp, you understand. I’m interested in improving business.” Anthony takes his time. She watches him carefully. Sales are important, he has said; you can’t just be a craftsman. “Anyone can have ideas. You have to know how to sell, too.” “I was trained at UCLA, Mrs. Bruce, but I understand commerce.” “Now, just who was it that sent you here?” Again, Anthony takes his time. He wants to make this happen. He needs this job. “Ginger Singer, the producer’s wife. You know her, right?” Mrs. Bruce is noncomittal. “I want to show dancing the way it looks here,” she says. “I want to show beautiful girls. I want sex.” For the ﬁrst time, she switches her look to Miranda.
“What do you do?” Taken by surprise, Miranda is embarrassed. “I make ﬁlms, too,” she says. The woman laughs. “Jesus, you’re no more’n sixteen years old?” Anthony intervenes. “She’s a graduate student at UCLA, and she works with me. Tell me what you have in mind, Mrs. Bruce.” But now the woman is interested in Miranda. “You know what bumps and grinds are?” “Sure... I think so.” “Well, you’re going to need to know if you make my ﬁlm.” “We’re going to study what you do, Mrs. Bruce,” Anthony says. “This girl looks good. She could do real well in my club.” “Mrs. Bruce....” “No, I mean it. Turn around.” Anthony silently gestures to Miranda to go along with the owner. She hesitates, then turns in place. “Nah. Let me show you.” The woman puts her hands on her hips and turns grotesquely. Then she pushes her pelvis forward in a sudden jerk. “Now, that’s a bump. And this is a grind.” Her stomach and pelvis move to the left, then backwards, then to the right, and forward again. “You do it.” “I... I can’t.” “Hell, sure you can. Anyone can.” She sneaks a look at Anthony. He smiles benignly. “Come on honey, just to get the idea of the ﬁlm.” “Anthony....I really don’t...” His smile fades. “It’ll help Mrs. Bruce see that we’re right for this job.” Together, the young ﬁlmmaker and the old woman stand watching as Miranda tentatively moves her lower body. Mrs. Bruce starts to sing. “Bump, dadee bump, da-dee bump...” A tuneless rhythmic chant. Faster and faster, louder and louder. Anthony watches, a slight frown on his face. As she bumps and grinds to the obscene sound, and Anthony joins in, Miranda realizes how much she hates him. Inside, with the certitude he gets sometimes, Anthony is sure he’s going to get the job.
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“Turn your dial all the way to the right !”
With those words, Preston Pepper, the man from “parts unknown” has been tantalizing his listeners from his bed- “I do my best work ﬂat on my back” for decades with his righteous right wing rants. Preston takes no prisoners either. His targets include liberals, gays, ethnic groups, ecologists, one world advocates, animals rights activists, woman’s lib and just about anybody else who provokes his suspicion. “I even had problems with Santa Claus.”He quips, “The red suit you know.” Married eight times, Preston is number two in that department recently falling behind fellow radio personality Larry King. “I’m an eight time loser in love. This business has caused me great sorrow. I’m only in this business because of my patriotic way of life. Somebody had to step up to the plate and defend God and America, I’ve done the best I can, but it’s cost me. “ Though by no means as popular as his best friend Rush Limbaugh, or poker buddy, Glen Beck, Pepper has a tremendously loyal fan base in rural America. They seem to hang on his every word. In fact, Limbaugh has remarked with more than a tinge of jealousy in his voice “one Preston fan is probably more right of center and more apt to resort to armed resistance than ten of mine”. Glen Beck holds a similar opinion. “I never saw anything like it.” Beck noted. “ Just show Preston the ﬂag and its like he was chopping Spanish onions. He’s probably the most patriotic man this country has ever seen.” But patriotism doesn’t pay the bills, particularly when those bills include eight hefty alimony payments every month. To make his “nut”, Pepper is obliged to pursue a killing schedule of lectures and book tours. He’s written seven
books this year (the latest being a proﬁle of the Koch brothers entitled The Righteous Brothers) plus following a daily grind of three shows. Yet Pepper wouldn’t have it any other way. “What am I supposed to do go on welfare ? I have to keep moving !” And move he does, “like a Texas Twister through an Oklahoma trailer camp.” This morning he just got back from Yosemite, where he aided another great buddy, Ted Nugent, with the Motor City Madman’s pet project, Living Off The Land.” The project endeavors to provide the homeless in urban America with hunting and survival skills allowing them to return to the woods. This afternoon he’s off to South Carolina to speak at a meeting for another friend, the Rev. Beam’s new organization “Guns For God.” “Its so important to defend and protect God.” Pepper says. “The least we could do is buy him a gun.” Yes it’s a grueling road Pep travels. But things are starting to look better for Pepper. For one thing, there’s a new love in his life, Ann Coulter, and a new friend Bubbles McAdoo, a jolly socialite whose family owns Torso, the chest hair care company that is his major sponsor. They both encouraged Pep to move to his new home in a town he refuses to name fearing that it would become inundated with day-trippers seeking hand outs and advice. Bubbles, excited by Pepper’s “chest forest” has made him Torso’s poster boy as well as backing Pepper’s ﬁrst time venture into television production. He is presently developing as series entitled “Cold War Tales”, a show that seeks to tell America what really happened during those mysterious years. And ﬁnally, there’s still radio. “ I cant kid myself , I’ve got the perfect face for radio.” Pepper jokes. I’ll still be broadcasting P r e swhile t othey n bury P eme. pp
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BOOK SIGNING: Badﬁnger and Beyond The Biography of Joey Molland by Micahel A. Cimino Fresh from the successful launch at the Chicago Fest for Beatles Fans author and Badﬁnger biographer Michael A. Cimino will be hosting a book signing of his new book Badﬁnger and Beyond – The Biography of Joey Molland at The Nyack Village Theatre, the home of RocklandWorldRadio.com. The signing is scheduled for 3 PM on Sunday, October 9, the anniversary of John Lennon’s birth. Complimentary light snacks and refreshments will be available and a screening of the Gary Katz produced documentary “Badﬁnger” will follow at 3:30 PM. The ﬁlm is a 90 minute “riveting and emotionally gripping saga” from Pegasus Flight Productions. There is no admission fee for this event! Books will be available at a discounted price of $20 prior to the ﬁlm, and a limited amount of Mr. Cimino’s wine book will also be in stock. Badﬁnger and Beyond (5 stars - Amazon reviews) is now available from Cottage Views, author Michael A. Cimino’s website, as well as Amazon and Barnes & Noble web-stores for a SRP of $24.95. About Joey Molland/Badﬁnger: Joey Molland is best known as the guitarist and songwriter for the hit making British group Badﬁnger. Badﬁnger were signed to The Beatles’ Apple Records in the late sixties and by the early seventies they had scored a string of top ten hits including “Come And Get It,” “No Matter What,” “Day After Day,” and “Baby Blue.” Joey Molland also has the distinction of playing the rhthym guitar parts for John Lennon on “Jealous Guy” and “I don’t to be a Soldier,” as well as every song on George Harrison’s magnum opus All Things Must Pass. During their tenure under The Beatles corporate umbrella, the members of Badﬁnger also wrote the standard “Without You,” which was a #1 gold record for both Harry Nilsson and Mariah Carey. As protégés to The Beatles, Badﬁnger became the best selling act on Apple other than The Beatles themselves. About Michael A. Cimino: Mr. Cimino is no stranger to the Rock and Roll world. Michael A. Cimino, a former radio announcer, founded Cottage Views in 1993 as a grassroots newsletter reporting on new releases from musicians from the golden age of Rock music. Since then Cottage Views has become a website for up to date music news (cottageviews.com) and reviews. Mr. Cimino sporatically hosts the Cottage Views Classic Rock Music Hour on RocklandWorldRadio.com. 20
An Evening with Birnur
December 10th @ 8pm
at the Nyack Village Theatre
Birnur Siren is a renowned Belly Dance Performer, Instructor, and founder of the Siren Dancers.
She was born and raised in Istanbul, Turkey and started her dancing journey there, which she developed further in New York. Birnur has produced, choreographed and directed many shows in the NY and NJ area with the Siren Dancers, where she is currently located. She has also been featured in many publications, including The Journal News, Hudson Reporter, BR Special, Turca Magazine, Rivertown, Mezun.com, among others. Birnur’s authenticity and her unique and successful approach to teaching bellydance classes, led to her to develop a comprehensive Teacher Training Certiﬁcation Program, called “BMTS” in collaboration with Bamboomoves group. BMTS courses are ongoing in the NY and NJ area, and producing quality, competent Belly Dance Teachers who are guiding many others seeking to lead a healthy, joyful, creative and empowered life.
Birnur teaches on-going classes at the New Age Center in Nyack. For more information about classes and workshops visit her website www.Birnurdance.com
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Meet Rich Lopez Q: What inspires you to create? A: I’m inspired by a lot of different things. I’m mostly inspired by the cartoons I used to watch as a kid. Voltron, Transformers, Ducktales, GoBots. A lot of other cartoons came along as I entered my teens. Batman the Animat ed Series came out in the early 90s, and I started to really get into the Max Fleischer Superman Cartoons from the 1940s. I think the robot (or “Lo-Bot,” as I like to call him) I created draws its components from all these cartoons. I draw a lot of my thematic inspiration from religion, but mostly the core of religion- the heart. The heart’s search for something, whether that something is a person or a feeling of comfort, is what I tend to illustrate. We’re all looking for connections in life, and with that in mind, I started drawing this image of this ﬂoating Orb with 3 or more electrical cords hanging off of it. These cords are searching for an outlet. I think we all search for outlets. I’m also inspired by the idea of the imaginary friend. Do we ever outgrow the imaginary friend, or do we just replace it with something else? When we think of angels, or a fallen friend, and we feel they’re still with us, I think that’s almost the same thing. Our imaginary friends are there when we feel alone, and they’re always looking out for us. The robots and angels in my work are used to illustrate the evolution of that imaginary pal. “The Hands” copyright rLo Artwork
Q: We know being an artist is a lot of work, so what drives you to keep going? A: I think the thing that drives me most is a feeling of restlessness. If I go too long without pain�ng/drawing/crea�ng anything, I get super restless, and then I have to DO SOMETHING! The end product isn’t always something good, but usually it’s enough to get my thought process going, and then I’m back at it again.
“Synapse” copyright rLo Artwork I’m really driven by emo�on. My wife knows me well enough to ask me, “Hey, are you okay? You’ve been pain�ng A LOT lately...” It takes something in my life to be a li�le out of whack to get me to paint. Pain�ng is my security blanket. The thing I go to when I’m having trouble ﬁguring “real life” things out. Most of the �me it helps.
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Edgar Allan Poe An Evening of Edgar Allan Poe Readings & Interpretations will be presented at Nyack Village Theatre Friday October 21st Friday October 28th Sunday 3:00pm matinee
“The death of a beautiful woman is unquestionably the most poetical topic in the world.” – Edgar Allan Poe
Born January 19, 1809, Boston, Massachusetts, U.S. American short-story writer, poet, critic, and editor Edgar Allan Poe’s tales of mystery and horror initiated the modern detective story, and the atmosphere in his tales of horror is unrivaled in American ﬁction. His The Raven (1845) numbers among the best-known poems in national literature. Born January 19, 1809, Boston, Massachusetts, U.S.—died October 7, 1849, Baltimore, Maryland was an American short-story writer, poet, critic, and editor who is famous for his cultivation of mystery and the macabre. His tale The Murders in the Rue Morgue (1841) initiated the modern detective story, and the atmosphere in his tales of horror is unrivaled in American ﬁction. His The Raven (1845) numbers among the best-known poems in the national literature.
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore, While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. “’Tis some visitor,” I muttered, “tapping at my chamber doorOnly this, and nothing more.”
the Raven by Edgar Allan Poe
Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December, And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the ﬂoor. Eagerly I wished the morrow;- vainly I had sought to borrow From my books surcease of sorrow- sorrow for the lost LenoreFor the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name LenoreNameless here for evermore.
Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing, Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortals ever dared to dream before; But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token, And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, “Lenore!” This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, “Lenore!”Merely this, and nothing more.
And the silken, sad, uncertain rustling of each purple curtain Thrilled me- ﬁlled me with fantastic terrors never felt before; So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating, “’Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber doorSome late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door;This it is, and nothing more.”
Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning, Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before. “Surely,” said I, “surely that is something at my window lattice: Let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery exploreLet my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore;‘Tis the wind and nothing more.”
Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer, “Sir,” said I, “or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore; But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping, And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door, That I scarce was sure I heard you”- here I opened wide the door;Darkness there, and nothing more.
Open here I ﬂung the shutter, when, with many a ﬂirt and ﬂutter, In there stepped a stately raven of the saintly days of yore; Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he; But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber doorPerched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber doorPerched, and sat, and nothing more.
Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken, “Doubtless,” said I, “what it utters is its only stock and store, Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful Disaster Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden boreTill the dirges of his Hope that melancholy burden bore Of ‘Never- nevermore’.” Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling, By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore. “Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou,” I said, “art sure no craven, Ghastly grim and ancient raven wandering from the Nightly shoreTell me what thy lordly name is on the Night’s Plutonian shore!” Quoth the Raven, “Nevermore.”
But the Raven still beguiling all my fancy into smiling, Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird, and bust and door; Then upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yoreWhat this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt and ominous bird of yore Meant in croaking “Nevermore.”
Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly, Though its answer little meaning- little relevancy bore; For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being Ever yet was blest with seeing bird above his chamber doorBird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door, With such name as “Nevermore.”
This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing To the fowl whose ﬁery eyes now burned into my bosom’s core; This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining On the cushion’s velvet lining that the lamplight gloated o’er, But whose velvet violet lining with the lamplight gloating o’er, She shall press, ah, nevermore!
But the raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour. Nothing further then he uttered- not a feather then he ﬂutteredTill I scarcely more than muttered, “other friends have ﬂownbeforeOn the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have ﬂown before.” Then the bird said, “Nevermore.”
Then methought the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer Swung by Seraphim whose footfalls tinkled on the tufted ﬂoor. “Wretch,” I cried, “thy God hath lent theeby these angels he hath sent thee Respite- respite and nepenthe, from thy memories of Lenore! Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe and forget this lost Lenore!” Quoth the Raven, “Nevermore.”
“Prophet!” said I, “thing of evil!- prophet still, if bird ordevil!Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore, Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchantedOn this home by horror haunted- tell me truly, I implore- Is thereis there balm in Gilead?- tell me- tell me, I implore!” Quoth the Raven, “Nevermore.”
“Be that word our sign in parting, bird or ﬁend,” I shrieked, upstarting“Get thee back into the tempest and the Night’s Plutonian shore! Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken! Leave my loneliness unbroken!- quit the bust above my door! Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!” Quoth the Raven, “Nevermore.”
“Prophet!” said I, “thing of evil- prophet still, if bird or devil! By that Heaven that bends above us- by that God we both adoreTell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn, It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name LenoreClasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore.” Quoth the Raven, “Nevermore.”
And the Raven, never ﬂitting, still is sitting, still is sitting On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door; And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon’s that is dreaming, And the lamplight o’er him streaming throws his shadow on the ﬂoor; And my soul from out that shadow that lies ﬂoating on the ﬂoor Shall be lifted- nevermore!
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JUMP CUTS Christopher Lukas is a writer, an Emmy-Award winning television producer & director who, for the past 45 years, has worked primarily for public television. He has produced over 200 hours of programming for the public broadcasti station WNET in New York City. Lukasâ€™ has published a number of books, primarily concentrating on both end-of-life matters & producing for broadcast television.
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is a one-hour program about Lisa deRibère, whose career began at the age of sixteen when she won a scholarship to study at the American School of Ballet in NYC, went on to dance for nine years with Balanchine, then another six years with Baryshnikov (at ABT). A nine year hiatus followed; she raised two sons with her husband. Then, returning to dance, she became a proliﬁc choreographer, with over eighty ballets to her credit. In the winter of 2010, deRibère taught a class at Barnard college in New York, taking eleven dancers through a grueling three months of choreography, aiming for two performances in April at the Miller Theatre in New York. The dancers, all of whom are A students at Barnard, with future careers in biology, medicine, economics, and architecture, found deRibère treated them as professionals, and the result was a lovely ﬁfteen-minute performance to the last two minutes of Schubert’s Trout Quintet. Christopher Lukas, a 50-year veteran of public broadcasting followed the process with a single high-deﬁnition camera. He then edited the 15 hours of material into a single program. Following from day one through to the ﬁnal performance, the balletomaniac and the layman alike will ﬁnd fascinating insights and lovely images in THE CHOREOGRAPHER.
is a one hour ﬁlm about Avron Coleman, who played for the New York Philharmonic for 25 years. Now in his 80’s, Coleman still plays chamber music. He is known for his endless discursion on music, his weird collections of ﬁrearms, cello bows, 1000s of movies, history books, signed photographs of famous composers, pistols, and toy cars, but also for his exquisite playing of classical works. The ﬁlm is a tribute to great sounds and a great mind.
UMP CUTS is a two-hour ﬁlm that takes Charles Mingus III (b. 1944), son of the famous jazz
musician, Charles Mingus, Jr., from his earliest memories through his youth as the ward of his maternal grandparents (the grandfather was a self-confessed communist, a practicing Jew, and thoroughly AfricanAmerican,) to the present day. Along the way, Mingus, a polymath, dyslexic autodidact, graphic artist, social activist, playwright, computer geek, inventor, and self-described “bum,” tells extraordinary tales: about growing up in racist Monrovia, California and the hand-grenades he built to get back at the gangs who were beating up black kids; how his father got involved with the maﬁa, how CMIII was accosted by the FBI, but defended by the CIA. He reveals an astounding understanding of the history of art and metaphor; world history; the inventions that could make the world a much safer and environmentally secure place; and discusses the political, social, and emotional bases for his paintings over 50 years. As an endless talker, Mingus is left to fend for himself. Few questions from the producer/director interrupt the ﬂow of words. Cutaways are useless. Jump cuts are the rule of the day. He is endlessly fascinating, often annoying and difﬁcult to interrupt or correct. With all that, he is an utterly charming “loner,” who has many friends and admirers. In short, a politically and socially persuasive, sometimes frustrating, always interesting product of a complicated world.
“A COMPASSIONATE BUT CLEAR-EYED VIEW OF HIS FAMILY HISTORY . . . WITH CANDOR & COURAGE LUKAS WRITES THAT EVEN NOW . . . HE STILL HAS MORE QUESTIONS THAN ANSWERS.” - THE WASHINGTON POST
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Christopher Lukas is a writer, an Emmy-Award winning television producer & director who, for the past 45 years, has worked primarily for public television. He has produced over 200 hours of programming for the public broadcast station WNET in New York City. Lukas’ has published a number of books, primarily concentrating on both end-of-life matters & writing+producing for broadcast television.
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The Bargain We Can Barely Afford
by David Biedny
The mantra on the American scene these days is jobs, jobs, jobs. It’s the one thing we all need, though many of us would rather not actually need them, we’d really prefer to live high on the hog, with minimal effort or energy expenditure. It’s the primary reason that the Lottery is a huge moneymaker: everyone has a fantasy about hitting that jackpot, telling their boss to take the job and shove it, and spending the rest of their days in an orgy of consumption, no boundaries or limits, until they burst like a ripe piece of fruit in the sun. If they’re generous, they plan on taking their friends and family along for the ride; a little demented, and they’re thinking how that cousin they hate is going to turn red with envy when the “good” side of the family shares in the wealth. Money has a tendency to bring out the worst in folks – ever been to a funeral where there is some bad blood boiling behind the scenes, contested wills, siblings battling over the spoils while the body is still warm? I have, and it’s as far from solemn as you can get on the same planet. Our culture has a deep fascination with the trappings of wealth, and we all want to think that with the proper combination of hard work and luck, all of us can become part of the 1% club, with everything our hearts desire within instant reach, all drudgery vanquished, all discomfort washed away in a sea of endless dollars, all limits on reasonable desire removed - if you can imagine it, you can have it. And this will make us happy and fulﬁlled, ready to “live our lives” in the way we want. That’s the American Dream. 38
Except that it’s perhaps the most elaborate sham ever perpetrated on an entire civilization. There are television shows that portray the cushy lifestyles of Lottery winners – lots of cars, huge houses, bathrooms with ﬁreplaces and more living space than many third-world families call home, endless piles of clothes, shoes, jewelry, glittering shiny baubles and beads, it’s one big happy pile of stuff to contemplate, consume, discard, forever searching for the next material jolt, the next shot of dope straight to the vein, perhaps they can feel even happier, more fulﬁlled, recapturing the high they felt when they ﬁrst realized that they had hit the literal jackpot. It’s amazing to watch these folks blather into the camera, their empty eyes conveying the absence of meaning, laughing at the misfortune of others, oblivious to how they look in the eyes of actual human beings with intact hearts and souls. It’s stunning to anyone with a working brain, and it’s also clear that these shows tend to focus on the very few who end up with any measure of happiness – handily omitted are the vast majority of real stories, of the broken families, destroyed lives, trashed reputations, dead and broken bodies that litter the pantheon of Lottery winners. We’ve been sold a bill of goods, the idea that endless consumption and growth are somehow desirable, productive ways of leading life. And in order to feed this urge, and in the name of Capitalism, we endlessly search for the best deal, the most “savings”, the cheapest possible price for anything and everything. The corporate mandate is to cut costs and maximize proﬁts above and beyond all other considerations or factors. The idea of social responsibility is buried somewhere in a marketing and promotion plan, the organization does as little as it can get away with, in terms of giving
something back to the community, that same community made up of the people who work at the corporation, and who buy the goods and services it produces. The problem is that the American way has been to insulate ourselves from the sourcing of things, and the underlying mechanisms at work in maintaining our consumption lifestyle. We’ve forgotten where our food comes from, we don’t really care, as long as it tastes good and doesn’t cost too much. We don’t want to know who makes the clothes we wear, the cars we drive, the tools we use, the devices that distract and entertain us, we don’t want to know who lives in our neighborhoods, we barely interact with the folks next door, we’ve become disconnected from our surroundings, and we seem to like it that way, regardless of what we actually proclaim in any type of public fashion. Our jobs have been sent overseas, all in the name of increasing proﬁts – lowering the cost of production is seen as a beneﬁcial thing, regardless of the fact that the vast majority of the net proﬁts go into a limited number of pockets and bank accounts. Containers full of manufactured goods enter our country from an array of overseas sources, and leave this country empty, the only thing exiting are the dollars, the ones that are then lent back to us in order to fuel the endless loop of consumption. An entire generation of Chinese citizens have decided that they want in on this orgy – Communism be damned - and the Chinese countryside, fresh water supply and air are being sacriﬁced to the Great God of NeoCapitalism. The so-called “Chinese Miracle” is being accomplished at the rather high cost of their environment, and they’re going to ﬁnd out that the human body is perhaps a little more sensitive to these ravages than anyone really expected – expect to see cancer rates amongst the Chinese working class soar in the decades to come. All this results in cheaper junk at WalMart, and it’s all good - for the owners of WalMart, that is – for the “associates” (sounds better than slaves, right?), it’s a bleak existence, barely able to afford the crap sold in their own stores, one step above cogs in a machines, all sense of dignity ﬂushed away – you can’t feed dignity to hungry kids. Those who spend a lifetime selling out their children and neighbors
for a few bucks ultimately end up discovering that they’ve bought into a lie, a fabricated illusion of happiness that’s no more tangible than a bad dream, and the pile of stuff is nowhere near as fulﬁlling as they’ve been led to believe. The gaping holes in their souls are barely touched by the accumulation of things, so they turn to alcohol, drugs, bogus belief systems, mindless sex, psychotherapy, more drugs – the legal ones – and all to ﬁnd out that the key to any sort of happiness is balance, not something the money-grubbers will ever admit, there is no such thing as too much money for these animals, they’ll never have enough of anything, much less something as abstract – and universally meaningless – as money. And so this evil little game goes on and on, the vast majority of players sorry losers, only a small handful of greedy winners at the very top, big bags of prizes that they’ll never actually be able to enjoy in storerooms, underground, piles of cash in foreign bank accounts, the need for yet more burning away inside their rotting bodies. We’ve seen what happens when these criminals take over countries – Mubarak engorged himself to the tunes of many billions of dollars, Gaddaﬁ’s fellow Libyans have now discovered the opulence that this hero surrounded himself with, home after home, bottles of expensive imported liquor all over the place, these sorry human monsters simply representative of what happens when people get too much money. Yes, there is indeed such a thing. Until we ﬁnd a place where we can practice some actual meaningful balance, we’ll continue on this destructive path, and given a decade or so, jobs might very well be amongst the least of our problems.
David Biedny is the host of Angry Human, heard live Tuesdays at 10:00PM EST on Rockland World Radio
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(United Artists, 1969 re-issued on DVD MGM/UA 2003)
“You can get anything you want at Alice’s restaurant. You can get anything you want, at Alice’s restaurant. You just walk right in , it’s around the back, just a half a mile from the railroad track. You can get anything you want at Alice’s restaurant.”
It’s a jingle. A little rhyme, a throwaway. Sure there’s a nifty little ﬁngerpicking guitar part, and a long talkin’ blues kinda story about Arlo and his friends and a Thanksgiving dinner and a pile of garbage. And a visit to the draft board, and well, everybody sing the chorus one more time. It was just a song, the title song to Arlo Guthrie’s ﬁrst album. “The Alice’s Restaurant Massacree” was the song that made his name -- made him a star. It happened in 1965, the trip up to Stockbridge, Massachusetts, where Arlo had gone to school. The event was reported in a local newspaper. “Youths Ordered To Clean Up Rubbish Mess” read the headline. “Because they couldn’t ﬁnd a dump open in Great Barrington, two youths threw a load of refuse down a Stockbridge hillside on Thanksgiving Day. Saturday, Richard J. Robbins, 19, of Poughkeepsie, N.Y., and Arlo Guthrie, 18, of Howard Beach, N.Y., each paid a ﬁne of $25 in Lee District Court after pleading guilty to illegally disposing of rubbish. Special Justice James E. Hannon ordered the youths to remove all the rubbish. They did so Saturday afternoon, following a heavy rain.” When Guthrie reported for the draft, it was discovered that he had a criminal record, based on his conviction for littering, and was deemed unﬁt for military service. This is the story, the bare bones, on which Arthur Penn decided to build a ﬁlm. Alice’s Restaurant arrived in 1969 and featured Arlo Guthrie as himself, and a cast of unknowns and amateurs playing the other characters. The story of the “Massacree” is told in its entirety, but that takes about 20 minutes of the ﬁlm’s nearly two hours. The rest of the time the ﬁlm paints a picture of the 60s, communal life, free sex, drugs, music and war. 42
We weren’t all hippies, we didn’t all live in communes, not everyone smoked up, or shot heroin, not even all of us played guitars and sang -- but a lot of us did. Penn’s ﬁlm (it may be Guthrie’s song-but most decidedly it is Penn’s ﬁlm) is about the 60s. It is about Arlo, and his friends, and the people they meet, and the things they do; but Arlo is everyman trying to make sense of the world as it spins out of his control. The amateur performances are engaging. There is truth in them. There is little good acting, but the essential honesty portrayed by each of the cast members more than makes up for their thespian failings. Jim Broderick, as Ray Brock -- architect, shop teacher, and mentor to the kids -- is outstanding. He is utterly believable as a man of kindness and caring who has trouble living up to the free and easy standards he proposes for everyone in his “family.” Pat Quinn is a lusty and sensual Alice, Ray’s wife... the school librarian the kids went to the library to “visit.” Ofﬁcer William Obenhein gives a remarkable performance as himself. He said, “if anyone’s gonna make fun of me, it’s gonna be me!” Arlo makes trips back to New York City where his father, Woody, lies wasting away in a hospital bed, victim of Huntington’s Chorea. These scenes are poignant and moving, as Marjorie Guthrie lights cigarettes and dangles them in Woody’s mouth. Woody stares at Arlo and his other visitors with confused eyes. Pete Seeger has a cameo as himself, and plays Woody’s “Pastures of Plenty” for the great songwriter -- Arlo arrives and nods, then pulls a mouth harp out of his pocket and accompanies Pete. It is a marvelous moment. Penn is not afraid to give moments like this time to develop.
He doesn’t cut away from the song, but rather allows it to ﬁnish, adding a deft touch of realism. These scenes in the hospital brought tears to my eyes. Woody was like this when Bob Dylan visited him, and sang for him in just the same way. The actors playing the Guthries are perfect. The young actors who play the hippies are convincing and appealing. Geoff Outlaw has a free-wheeling look as Arlo’s best friend and Michael McClanathan is moody and haunted as the heroin addict Shelly. Tina Chen is beautiful as Arlo’s girlfriend. The scenes of commune life are true, not idealising the situation but showing people who try to get along, but get on each other’s nerves, use each other’s stuff, love each other’s partners. Penn doesn’t hide the human responses which come from these situations. His camera moves freely but steadily. His cuts are not the rapidﬁre machine gun edits we’ve come to expect from modern ﬁlm -- he allows the viewer to see things, to make his own impression of the events as they unfold. The comic scenes, the “Massacree” and the draft board are played for laughs and Arlo is a natural comic. His Chaplinesque manner and his long-haired gnomic look are as out of place in a jail cell, or an army barracks as a daisy in the barrel of a riﬂe. The story, and its handling by the ﬁlm-makers, is sensitive and honest. Near the end of the ﬁlm, there is a touching and beautiful scene of two funerals. The interment of Shelly, accompanied by a rendition of Joni Mitchell’s “Song for Aging Children” is restrained and heart-rending.
In 1966 the real Arlo Guthrie wrote a letter to his draft board. In it he said these words...
“I do not believe that war is a means to attain good, nor that it creates love or respect for something good. I do not believe that today, anyone can win a war. Everyone involved can only lose. We can only defeat our own purpose. There are many people all over the world that feel like I do. They are of all races and of all religions, and in many cases a God is part of their belief. My God is the love that people have for one another and this love is what I have devoted my life to. I want to see it grow until all war, hatred, and ignorance have disappeared from the earth. By going to war I am going against my basis for living. This is why I can not go to war. Thank you, Arlo Guthrie.” This provocative and compelling letter did not save Arlo from serving in Vietnam. A criminal charge of littering and creating a public nuisance did. He was deemed of “not high enough moral character to burn villages and kill people.” Arthur Penn took the bare bones of Arlo’s story and ﬂeshed it out: he added characters, and motivations, and events that were far from Guthrie’s original, but he came out of it with a full bodied, honest portrayal of life in the 60s. Lusty, funny, sexy, scary, Alice’s Restaurant still speaks to the viewer. Are we still listening?
by David Kidney
David Kidney, Assistant Music Review Editor, Music Review Production Editor and Master Reviewer, was born in the Marine Hospital on Staten Island in the middle of the last century, when the millenium seemed a very long way off. His family soon moved to Canada, because the air was fresher. He has written songs and stories, played guitar, painted, sculpted, and coached soccer and baseball. He edits and publishes the Rylander, the Ry Cooder Quarterly, which has subscribers around the world. He says life in the Great White North is grand. He lives in Dundas in the province of Ontario, with his wife and two teenaged boys.
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The Olive Branch is Burning by Andhi O’Neill
This is your life, this is our time. The time of outrage & justice jumping fast from the cushions of comfortable couches. When the lion’s share is delivered to the foot of the lion’s chair & all we care to do is take pictures. When the banks burn belly-up from bad decisions & we all laugh hard at the sound of televisions. I would like to take this time to declare that I care not what technology will teach us tomorrow. My concerns are more the to beat of burnt-out, used-up bicycles that take their time & shed their rust. Daring to descend downhill with once-prosperous towns, now nothing but dust. My concerns are with music so good that it brings you someplace you’ve never been before yet makes you feel like you’re at home again,
if only for three & a half minutes. My concerns are with the way summer smells just before the rain. That stale cardboard stench that makes you smile at the prospect of puddles. My concerns are with the way you wake up and know that it’s Sunday if only for the sound of laughter downstairs & the warm welcoming sun caressing the covers that constrict you. But they are not with the dealers of death machines or with cowards encouraging hate & they are not with the prophets of false love that treat their mouths like open wounds, tied in tourniquets & ever-so-ready for cauterizing & they are not with the words: “War is good for the economy.” Just look where that brought us today. So I urge you to bite back on the hand of your ventriloquist & pluck the strings on that marionette. This is your life. This is our time.
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Savory Cinema Presents - Radioland Murders
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Savory Cinema Presents - Beetlejuice
Edgar Allan Poe Readings and Interpretations
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REPO! The Genetic Opera
Savory Cinema Presents - Rocky Horror Picture Show
Edgar Allan Poe Readings and Interpretations
Savory Cinema Presents - Pieces of April
Local Artist Showcase
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