http://www.amazon.com/Mallory-Margaret-Gunning/dp/0888013116/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1319992815&sr=1-1
Monday, October 31, 2011
Monster Chiller Horror Theatre!
This lacks in technical quality (turn up the sound a bit), but is pure nostalgia and a reminder of how good these guys were, especially together. We miss you, John!
Sunday, October 30, 2011
The worst PMS in recorded history
Ah, Carrie! Carrie, my girl. I think she may have been (in part) the inspiration for Mallory, the protagonist of my second novel (Turnstone Press, 2005):
http://www.amazon.com/Mallory-Margaret-Gunning/dp/0888013116/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1319991041&sr=1-1
(Buy it today!)
Except that this gal really knows how to get her revenge.
I watched it for the second time a couple of weeks ago, and this time it struck me not so much as a horror or suspense film as a comedy. A very black one, to be sure. From the first time we see the "popular girl" Amy Irving plotting to humiliate Carrie and pound her into the ground, we know some awful vengeance is brewing. Carrie is already "making things happen". When the bucket of blood lands on her and her eyes turn to stone, we know we're in for a real treat.
I'll SHOW those people. And I won't even need to commit suicide to do it (too often, the tragic result of extreme bullying). Her eyes fly open into that blank wallpaper stare, her fragile little body becomes as menacing as a space alien's, and she Walks Among Us, wreaking havoc at every step.
This is the ultimate revenge fantasy for every high school nerd who ever suffered humiliation at the hands of the social powerbrokers. She even burns a whole lot of people to death and blows up John Travolta (always a cherished fantasy of mine), but not before rolling his car about seventeen times.
Toying with them, she is. What she does to her mother is even more excruciatingly funny, and she ends up like that saint in the painting, what's his name anyway, with all the barbs and arrows in him. But what I like is that little screech, like something out of Psycho, every time she unleashes another lethal projectile.
This movie is based on a story by Stephen King that he supposedly dumped in the garbage during a moment of frustration. It reminds me of the story of J. K. Rowling writing Harry Potter on a napkin in Starbucks while living on welfare. In other words, it didn't happen, but it SHOULD HAVE because it will give all unpublished writers a sort of hopeless hope.
There's a sequel called The Rage: Carrie 2. Don't bother. It istars a completely unknown actress with no charisma whatsoever (and who remained that way), unlike Spacek who went on to do Coal Miner's Daughter (won an Oscar for it, I believe) and a multitude of other things. Her acting chops are obvious here, as she appears to be ignoring everyone. She inhabits another level of reality, the level of Get Those High School Bitches and Bastards And Annihilate Them For What they Did To Me.
Watch this, it's a hoot, and it's just in time for Halloween.
http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/1896300693/qid%3D1064537730/sr%3D11-1/ref%3Dsr_11_1/103-6792065-9634225
(Look at this, too, then buy one, or two.)
Saturday, October 29, 2011
The scariest thing you've EVER SEEN!!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BynOanQSj94
NOTE: this video wouldn't embed, but the link to YouTube should work. Really, this half-minute kind of sums up the whole thing.
I guarantee you, this is the scariest, creepiest, most Godawful thing you've ever seen in a movie. As with so many horror classics (like Roman Polanski's Rosemary's Baby, which scared the giblets out of me), I watched this as a kid sleeping in the den on the pullout bed. This was a special treat and only allowed on non-school nights, which was great, because all the best creature-feature films were shown on Friday night.
I am sure I watched this with my older brother Arthur providing running commentary. We both burst into a sort of terrified "auuuuuugggghhhhhh" (not "ewwwwwwww": it hadn't been invented yet) at the "reveal", which only lasts a fraction of a second.
Mr. Sardonicus is probably William Castle's creepiest film. He was the master of horror schlock, and in this one he came on at the start and said the audience could choose between two endings.: "thumbs up" (Sardonicus lives!), or "thumbs down" (bye-bye, smiley face!) Only one ending was made, of course.
When we first meet Mr. Sardonicus he's living in the standard spooky old castle wearing an eerie-looking mask. I remember a sultry woman with a heaving bosom (hey, do you think I remember the whole thing after 46 years?), and a horrible scene in which some sort of Igor-esque servant (played by Oscar Homolka: with a name like that, what else could you be but an Igor?) carries a covered bowl into a room. The door closes and we hear Godawful sucking sounds.
Later on the story leaks out: Mr. Sardonicus use-da be a regular sorta guy, but his Dad won a lottery and was mistakenly buried with the money. Well, Mr. S. was thrifty and decided to dig the old man up. On seeing the decaying, reeking corpse crawling with maggots, his face spazzed into the "winning smile" you see here, and, just as Mama warned us, it froze that way.
He looks like a dead fox or something, just bloody sickening! You can have your Paranormal Activity 3, your endless Halloweens, even your parade of "Stephen King's. . . " (Carrie, Thinner, Pet Sematary, etc. etc. etc.) This nanosecond has to be one of the greatest, most disturbing moments in horror.
What I particularly like about this clip is that you can hear someone reacting in the background with an "auggghhhhhhhhhh." (Some things never change.) Watch it, yes - but don't watch it alone.
Friday, October 28, 2011
Where Disney stole his stuff
I saw a documentary on TV years ago that talked about European influences on Walt Disney's animation. To make a long story short, he stole everything. These ghostly riders are from Murnau's 1926 masterpiece, Faust. Compare and contrast to Night on Bald Mountain from Fantasia: except that these guys are a lot scarier. How did they do this, I wonder? Special effects were all manual then, but surprisingly creepy. Those horses, Jesus! (It took me years and years to track this clip down. I still can't find the documentary anywhere. I think it was originally in French.)
Just in time for Halloween!
Dem bones, dem bones! This clip is from the surreal British TV musical/psychological drama/crime series, The Singing Detective. I watched it on PBS in 1988 and taped it, then sent the tapes to my girl friend with a note: Watch these, then send them back. I've never seen anything quite like it. I'm watching it again on DVD, a six-part drama that runs about an hour and six minutes per episode. Only the British could get away with such tomfoolery (unless they ran in a 2-hour time slot and the rest was ads? No, that would be here.)
It's hard to describe this series. It's about a man whose skin is literally rotting off his body, incarcerated in an open hospital ward where people complain about cold tea and die in front of his eyes. To take his mind off the insanity, he invents an elaborate crime story starring Phillip Marlowe, a character he created for a series of novels. Entwined with these surreal scenes (which are punctuated by musical numbers straight out of a fever dream) are heartbreaking boyhood memories of his mother's suicide by drowning.
Sounds like a million laughs, eh? But actually, yes, it is funny in places. When it gets too silly, which it does from time to time, Michael Gambon's superb performance pulls it back. You want to feel sorry for this man, except that he's thoroughly nasty and looks worse than Jabba the Hut.
Anyway, this macabre scene seemed appropriate for the season.
http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/1896300693/qid%3D1064537730/sr%3D11-1/ref%3Dsr_11_1/103-6792065-9634225
http://www.amazon.com/Mallory-Margaret-Gunning/dp/0888013116/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1319992815&sr=1-1
Thursday, October 27, 2011
Lyrics for sale
I should title this post, "Wanted: one composer." For you see, the following poems were originally song lyrics. Song lyrics without tunes are a bit sad: they kind of wander around in the desert like orphans. It's yet another example of "gee, Margaret, you sure have a lot of talent," with the fruits of that talent disappearing forever into a sinkhole ten miles deep.
Well, can you blame me for being a little frustrated? Of everything I've written, maybe 10% has been published or even looked at. Most of it just kind of fizzled away. I don't know why this is. There are two explanations I hear all the time :
(a) I don't try hard enough, and
(b) I try too hard.
I want it too much, I guess. Meantime, here are quite a lot of orphan song lyrics. At one point I was semi-collaborating with a very talented jazz musician who had problems trying to get a tune together. One of them, SILLY BOY I think, was almost performed at a jazz concert. I say "almost" because after the first two lines, the female singer forgot the rest of the words.
"Song lyrics have to have the same number of syllables in each line," he said.
And that's all.
Not meant to happen! Not meant to happen, my friend. I think I know how a stillborn baby feels, if it feels anything at all. But because a friend of mine begged me, I'm posting these. The unicorn fantasy is that Some Great Composer, or, even better, Some Great Performer Like Tony Bennett Or Diana Krall Or Somebody, will find these and want to use them.
(Note about the line spacing. These were originally in 28 separate Word files. Getting them into this form was torture, and it still looks kind of weird. They won't single-space, so I will leave them as is.)
A NEW KIND OF SONG
The stars are aligning like jewels in the sky
The world is all juicy, like cherry pie
I feel such a rapture, at last I belong
For this is a new kind of song
And the bees in the trees make a buzzy old hum
My heart is dancing to a different drum
The door is more open than ever before
And there’s more -
More joy than I’ve tasted before
My life was a planet deserted and dry
And troubles came knocking, don’t ask me why
But something is changing, it cannot be wrong
And I’m singing a new kind of song
A song that speaks of a love that lifts me high
A song that proclaims a hope that will not die
For the tide’s rushing in, and the desert will bloom
And the saints are all chasing those prophets of doom
And the wheel is a-spinning, it pulls me along
For this is a new kind of song
And the bees in the trees make a buzzy old hum
My heart is dancing to a different drum
The door is more open than ever before
‘Cause there’s more -
More blessings than I’ve ever known before
A SLICE OF THE PIE
You got to know
When to roll out that dough
Don’t touch it too much
And such –
Catch my eye
Get a slice of the pie
You got to know
When to pluck those cherries ripe
The big juicy type
So ripe -
Look, say hi
Get a slice of the pie
If you wanna bake
Or maybe make some good love with me
Baby, let’s try
To scramble or fry
Our destiny
You got to smell
When it’s coming so well
Come taste the sweet
It’s nearly complete -
Good enough to eat
Come and dig in
It’s a sweet kind of sin
Got to live ‘til you die
Make some love on the sly
Get a slice of the pie
A SONG UNSUNG
“I love you” can never be unsaid
And what’s done is done -
Then why do you run
I took the greatest risk with you
One soul can take with another
Forsaking all others
So why is it all so unstrung
And a song unsung
Is no kind of song at all
The music undone
Dark horses running towards a fall
The words pulled loose like thread
Unbinding the fine tapestry
Is this hollow feeling
What it really means to be free
Giving your all
Is such an irrational act
A pledge, and a fact
I gave you more than I had
And my heart was glad
To make the sacrifice
More than once, more than twice
And a song unsung
Is no kind of song at all
Our plans undone
Dark forces pushing us to the wall
The love pulled loose like thread
Unbinding the fine tapestry
Is this hungry feeling
What it really means to be free
Then give me slavery –
This kind of free
Is the last thing I ever
Want to be
CRAZY HORSE
Oh why you running after me
When I have no strength to run
I’ve told you I’m not interested
In your kind of fun
If you don’t hold your horses
You’re going to lose this race
You must be plain addicted
To the thrill of the chase
And you’ve got to
Get down off that crazy horse
Right now before I burn
Those letters that you sent me
You know it’s not your turn
If you don’t stop we’ll soon be at
The point of no return
Get off that pony, rider
You’re smart, but you don’t learn
Oh why you keep on chasing me
When my race is almost run
Keep up the pace, and my resolve
Will quickly come undone
Don’t want to get my hopes up
I’ll get to see your face
So run right by before I go
Commit some great disgrace
And you’ve got to
Get down off that crazy horse
Right now while I return
All those presents that you sent me
This tide will never turn
If you don’t slow down to a walk
I’ll start to crash and burn
Get off your high horse, rider
You’re smart but you don’t learn
Jump off that horse and hit the dirt
You’re smart, but you don’t learn
DAY BY DAY
Since you’ve gone
I have to take things
Day by day
Can’t make plans
Can’t see ahead to
some other way
And I know
I’m looking backwards into
yesterday
I have to take things
Day by day
Day by day
It takes a lot of work to
Get me through
And I sigh
My watercolor’s
All one shade of blue
You were joy
But now my dream has
All come untrue
I have to take things
Day by day
And why
When we were planning something
That we thought would stay
Oh why
When I revealed my soul to you
Did you decide to stray
These days
Hang long and heavy
and my heart is sore
I try
to find the sunlight
and an open door
You’ve gone
but no one else can
love you more
day by day
Because there is no other way –
I have to take things
day by day day by day
DIRTY MOON
The Moon is not so very sweet
In fact it’s down and dirty
You’re sweet, but kind of salty too
Mercurial and flirty
For in the sky, I see the why
Of how our love got started
We’re moonstruck fools, don’t know the rules
Tomorrow’s all uncharted
And that ol’ Moon Man is dirty
We better wash his face
We’ll shine up all the galaxies
As if we own the place
You’ll blaze just like a shooting star
Across the
I’ll chase you ‘round the nebulae
So far, so wide, so high
The Moon’s not so romantic
It’s a great big hunk of stone
But rock can roll, and in your soul
You hate to be alone
We’re balls of cosmic fire
Colliding in the night
A beautiful disaster
Blindsided by the light
And that ol’ Moon Man is dirty
We better wash his face
And tip the constellations
Until they fall from grace
You’ll blaze just like a shooting star
Across the
And I’ll chase you ‘round the nebulae
Until we feel so high
We’ll both go supernova. . .
So far, so wide, so high
FORGIVING
To err is human
Your sins can’t be much worse than mine
And though I’m no saint, I won’t keep score
For love is a thing divine
A part of all that’s holy
A tender mystery
Glowing through the shadows we can see
And forgiving
Is the thing that lets us start our lives anew
Releasing
The anguish and the shame that we once knew
Forgive me
And I do promise I’ll forgive you too
Then please forgive yourself
It’s the hardest and the best thing you can do
To stray is weakness
Temptation a powerful spell
And when you gave in, said yes to her
It took us straight to hell
The things I said were slashing
They cut you to the soul
There’s only one thing that will make us whole
Forgiving
Is the key to letting all this heartbreak go
For living
Takes more compassion than most people know
I love you
Embrace me and this cup will overflow
Forgiving
Is God’s own wish -
Let’s make amends, and let our feelings show
GALAXIES
When we walked at
Your eyes threw back the light
I took your hand
And we rode the starry night. . .
Galaxies
Twinkling celestial, and coaxing in the dawn
Catch the purple glow before it’s gone
Galaxies
I see galaxies
The long black skirt of night-time
Blows around you like the sway of
Stirred by soft breeze
And in your eyes reflected
A treasure-chest of jewels that could be stars
I see Jupiter I see Mars
The Twins hang cool and sparkling
In a misty pool of deep and darkening skies
My heart’s unwise
And your long shadow shelters
My darlingmost desires in reverie
(when you whisper, come with me)
The mere revere of being here
All tangled in the forest of your hair
My soul aware
The sweet shock of your laughter
Like bells that peal and wake the sleeping night
All sorrow will take flight
And in my dreams, the firefly streams
Will trace the shining pathway of your soul
To make me whole
The future is unwritten
But something says we’re reaching for the moon
I know we’ll be there soon
GOD AND THE DEVIL
The sun shone
For so blazing long
I almost forgot about the rain
I loved you
And it was so strong
I couldn’t remember feeling pain
But when clouds came
And the sky was dark
I couldn’t recollect the sun
Now I hang on
To that shining time
When God and the devil were one
And you were a mistake
I needed to make
A wrong turn I just had to take
A bad habit difficult to break
A road to nowhere. . .
When it’s so wrong
Yet so strong
Then reason abandons the scene
And I wasted
So much precious time
Just waiting for Fate to intervene
When you hurt me
With your hard words
My life came completely undone
Now I hang on
To that shining time
When God and the devil were one
And you were a mistake
I just had to make
A bad road I wanted to take
A habit impossible to break
A road to nowhere
That led me somewhere
A place of heartbreak
And ache. . .
I CAN’T HAVE YOU
It’s sunny and fine here, I’m sipping the wine
Of far-flung places,
But in the blank spaces, still there are tracings of you.
Where we walked, and spoke to each other
You joked, and all the lies of love came true
It seems I can have everything, but I can’t have you.
I can have headaches,
I can have heartaches,
But I can’t have you.
And what good are kisses,
And smiles and near-misses,
When it all turns blue
It seems that the farther I travel
The nearer I come to you,
I can lose myself in cocktails and find myself in pain,
I can run down the drain with the rain
But I can’t have you.
I’m feeling so well here, the boys are all tanned
And the water’s fine
And when I get restless, there’s always the haze
Of another glass of wine
And I’m sick of roses, and insincere poses
So it’s good that you’re gone
But one thing I don’t understand –
How will I go on?
For I can have headaches,
And I can have heartaches,
But I can’t have you.
It seems that I missed you
From the moment I kissed you
One and one did not make two.
And why is it the farther I travel
The nearer I come to you
I can lose myself in cocktails and find myself in pain
I can run down the drain with the rain
But I can’t have you.
I can run down the drain with the rain
But I can’t have you.
IT'S AN ART
It scares me so much to hear you tell the truth
You’re making too much sense when you say
It’s time for our goodbyes
These agonizing whys
Will only make us lose our way
When you’ve tried for all those years
And hidden all your tears
The cost is just too much to pay
I gave you so much of my time
But this poem will not rhyme
And it’s time for us to part, and seize the day. . .
For no matter what was holding us together
The signs say we have to come apart
A will is not a way, that’s why I cannot stay
For love is not a science – it’s an art
And lately I feel like a boat that’s cast adrift
Like an angel that has only one wing
It’s a new pair of shoes
I’ve got nothing to lose
But this freedom is a lonely sort of thing
And no matter why fate tossed us together
The time has come for us to come apart
A will is not a way, that’s why I cannot stay
Though love’s an artless thing
It still is art. . .
For love is not a science – it’s an art
LET’S JUST TALK
So much of life is taken up
With things we don’t want to do
With boredom and chores
And locked-up doors
And people that irritate you
I don’t want to chase you
Distract or embrace you
But wouldn’t it be a delight
To sit next to you
Admiring the view
And just shoot the breeze half the night
Let’s just talk
I’m tired of games and complication
Have a go
I think we’re due some
Sparkling conversation
Let’s just talk
I’m too old to tease and too wise to try
Please ignore me if I
Accidentally
Breathe a sigh
I know what you think about politics
It isn’t worth anyone’s while
I know what makes you furious
And I know what makes you smile
But I don’t know what you think of me
It’s none of my business, I know
So let’s just sit and visit a while
And take things very slow
Let’s just talk
I’m tired of all the old manipulation
I like you
You’re a source of mental stimulation
Let’s just talk
I’m too old to tease and too wise to try
Please forgive me if I
Accidentally
Breathe a sigh
ONLY A GAME
You act like you have no idea
You’ve blown my cool
Set my heart to flame
An afternoon’s amusement
A way to kill some time
To you, it’s only a game
And when I see you, how my heart howls
You don’t even hear the sound
With that smile of yours that would melt a stone
I can’t stand to have you around
You dangle my heart on a watch-chain
To please yourself
It’s cruel, this thing
And I can’t believe
How I sit here and wait
For the goddamned phone to ring
And when I see you, how my hope soars
Until it crashes in flame
You’re the devil in jeans, a demon in blue
A man with no sense of shame
Because for you, this wild thing’s
Just a game –
For you, it’s only a game.
SALTY SWEET
In blessings there are curses
So my Mama said to me
And just like that, your lucky streak
Can turn to misery
But do not be discouraged
Or lose your sense of cool
The biggest curse could be much worse
So listen to my rule:
You’ve got to take the salty with the sweet
Life is never so complete
You’re down but never out, my friend – repeat:
You’ve got to
Take the salty with the sweet.
The nasty turns of fortune
We’ll never understand
The sweetest jelly-babies
Turn to bullets in your hand
That great big fat bonanza
Is disaster in disguise
Rub the belly of the genie
And smoke gets in your eyes
So. . .you’ve. . . got. . .to. . .
Take the salty with the sweet, my friend
Life will never be complete, oh no it won’t!
You’re gone but not forgot, my friend,
Repeat:
Take the salty with the sweet.
When Pedro lost his girl friend
His burro was so sad
He wouldn’t run no more, and it
Made Pedro very mad.
Until he hung a carrot
Before that burro’s nose
And now he runs, and when he’ll stop
Poor Pedro never knows!
Take the salty with the sweet
Life ain’t always such a treat (and here is why):
You die just as it’s getting good – repeat!:
Take the salty with the sweet!
SILLY BOY
You walked into my life
And left your footprints on my skin
I could never tell if loving you
Was joy, or sin
It seems that if I touch you, I fall right in
And so I stay away. . .
Silly boy
I never should have
Set my heart on you
You’re a dream
That has no hope of coming true
When you smile
The angels smile along with you
Silly boy
I thought you meant it when
You said you’d be with me a while
But staying close to someone
Is not your style
It seems I have a habit of self-denial
And so I stay away. . .
Silly boy
I never should have
Lost my mind for you
You’re a dream
That bathes my heart in shades of blue
When you smile
The angels smile along with you
Silly boy
And when you left without me
All my plans just blew away
I knew that my composure
Wouldn’t last the day
It seems it doesn’t matter if I try to pray
And so, I say:
Silly boy
You never should have
Played games with my soul
I’m a fool
Who has no hope of feeling whole
Now you’re gone
My heart’s an empty, aching hole
You stole my joy
You silly boy
Silly boy . . .
SO ADDICTIVE
I don’t know what’s worse for me
Chocolate or gin
These cravings I fight
Want to pull me right in
I’m addicted to things
That are bad for my skin
And my heart –
I don’t know why love’s
Such a powerful drug
So cunning and baffling
It pulls out the plug
And though I’m resisting
I’ve still got the bug -
Not too smart!
And you’re
So addictive
A passion I’m trying way too hard to control
So addictive
A poison invading my sanity and my soul
So addictive
I’d better seek help for it soon
Or I’ll break
And start howling at the moon
I’m twelve steps away from you
Trying to stay
On the straight narrow path
Though I’m losing my way
And I’m striving for faith
While I’m longing to stray
To your door
I’m feeling so powerless
Knowing it’s wrong
And why is recovery
Taking so long
Who knew that a poison
Could look like a man
I adore
Because you’re
So addictive,
A cocktail so potent I dare not take one drink
So addictive
I’m too buzzed to reason or even try to think
So addictive
That soon I fear I’ll slip
And take
Just a sip
Let me raise this glass
To my lip. . .
You’re so addictive.
