Brian Wilson - Love and Marcy - 1988 HD PV

We Love You

brian eno - john cale cordoba

Brian Eno - Backwater

The Kinks - "Oklahoma U.S.A." - from Muswell Hillbillies

Lines In The Sand Randy Newman

Birthday Party or My New Friend

  I'm not much for the old blame game. If I wipe the vaseline off the mirror with a flanneled elbow and stare, I see who's usually behind my latest SNAFU. My one and only love. C'est moi.

  October is always nice in Ghent, the handsome wellfed sons of the bourgeoisie doing cartwheels and playing frisbee with their designer dogs in Stockley Gardens, the first crisp nights of cruising Mowbray Arch as the deadly mist rises off the Elizabeth, the jellyfish coating August's surface gone, God knows where.

  I was strolling past the little Universalist church, venue for Vito Russo promoting his infamous and wonderful book.  The tiring  shallow queens said, in their bad Bette Davis voices, " I don't see why anyone would listen to, let alone pay three dollars for the dubious privilege of hearing this person orate ow-on gaize in the ..."

   "Hey fucker."

   "Well, gosh, Mark, fancy meeting you here."

   "Got any money?"

   "Sure, it's Saturday night. What's up?"

    " My ttooth aches like a motherfucker and these stupid fuckin pills I got from Levy just make me wanna throw up."

    "Mark, what do you need? Whisky?"

    "If I can find Rowboat, he can score a bottle for me from some illegal nigger nip joint."

    "Okay. You have no cash, I take it."

    "Spent it on blow and these ... here, take the fuckin' pills, man. He gave me twenty of 'em and there's eighteen left."

     "Let's go."

    If you're meeting Mark Belek for the first time, you should know a few things. For an ignorant Virginia Beach waste case, he has a natural elegance and civility all his own. If Mark decides to befriend you, he doesn't care if you're a crossdressing graverobber or a lunatic wino. He wants to know all about alternative life styles and has investigated a few himself. He's a slight but wiry blonde with a big heart and a mouth to match. He also became a very good, idiosyncratic singer songwriter during the twenty odd years we didn't communicate. I'm loathe to praise  the social ntework but that, and later youtube are where I found him.

    The pills? Vicodin, the beginning of a long friendship. " A semisynthetic opioid with the properties of morphine and methadone." That's my old PDR's description of hydrocodone or Hy, as I call it now. I was so wasted in religions class one Thursday that when Sobule spoke of Jesse Jackson's rhetorical grandeur, without irony and referred to the Hymie town incident as "a case of the sort of thing we all say amongst our own group, whoever they may be and not worth all this silly punditry." I mistook it for a cryptic allusion to hydrocodone/APAP 5/500. Jesus gawd. Steve Sobule was a rotund honorary rebbe all over Tidewater whose actual work - he was oddly secretive about it - involved city social services, which, as expected, needed all the help they could get.

queries about characters in bstoker;s DRACULA

 Possibly definitely maybe, I wonder if Mina Harker is a.  essentially (bisexual, i.e. less complex than most reality-based Victorians ( bibliography sent upon request) ancad attracted to doomed because sexualised Lucy? b. Winona Ryder's fullest performance until her rrole as Billy Bob's anchorwoman mistress in the ttruly bad but fitfully wellacted ( Ryder, Basinger, Ifans, Isaak/Lou Taylor Pucci, whoever plays JFoster's sometime fuckbuddy Martin, ditto Bryan Metro snorting some powdered courage before calling his estranged wife a FUCKING MEDUSA, last but not at all least, Brad Renfro, as Jackson, a walking cliche nicely played as many guys pushing 30 outta Fresno, Mickey once so fine Rourke as a bratstealing uncle / possible secret father) is Jonathan HARKER played brilliantly by Keanu Reeves is a. one a them closet queers b. Bosie  Douglas to Bram Stoker's rl cousin Oscar Wilde or simply passive, ambiguous like Keanu in Dennis ALL EARS / SMOTHERED IN HUGS Cooper?

later queries - Dracula's and Abrahim van Helsingt  - secret Jewish guy(s), not

so-secret- Day Saint coreligionists in a turf war over London?? I made up the Mormon allegation. It's the minds of others ( like that anti-snooping totalitarian leftist coldwar E.Germany The Lives of Others, a movie for unthinking left-of-libs who think our eroding civil libs have already exited via toiletmobile) who invented the Dracula is the endtimes version of Judas Iscariot (>Dracula 2000) and a J's WITNESSES supposition courtesy of RAMSEY CAMPBELL, in the 1st Book of the Dead edited by Spector and Skipp, fine mid90s? splatterpunk horrorfiction.

Please, will anyone who gets this far, it's all most HOME in a little message bored/board game. If you are moved to comment, DO IT BB! -

Blood and Black Lace ( Mario Bava, 1964)

Bava is the highstrung Italian version of Howard Hawks. Although his name is most closely associated with giallo or supernatural horror, his films cross all genre boundaries. B&BL is a sterling example of giallo at its glossiest ... and goriest.
A fashion house's gliitzy routine is disrupted by a creeping masked killer who seems hellbent on obtaining a mysterious diary written by a top mannequin. His choice of weapon? a nasty medeival looking hook type prosthesis that rearranges his victim's face and anatomy.
Under cover of near darkness ( these fashionistas all live in posh houses or flats that are, oddly, very poorly lit) the masked reader drops in on several models before the detention of the five most likely suspects. Out of pure spite, he murders again just to befuddle the police.
Like many Italian horror thrillers, B&BL is at heart an oldfashioned whodunit. While pretentious directors in the States or Canada bore us citing Kafka and Lovecraft as influences, the secret inspirer of giallistos is more likely Agatha Christie. As for the look of this film, think disoriented Country Life. Before Kubrick discovered horror with The Shining, Bava, Dario Argento and company had made decor a character in their bloodred wet dreams.
Further viewing: Black Sabbath, Planet of the Vampires

" Beast!! Fiend! Rapist!" Henry Fool

is Hal Hartley's comic novel-on- film about a woebegone Queens family ( grungy poet garbagist Simon , slutty Fay and mom Mary) who let their basement apt. to the Devil.
As if the Grims don't have enough troubles already. Fay is having "aging issues." Simon is a voyeur who gets assaulted by Warren, a local crackhead and his pipesucking hussy of a gf. Mary is depressed, overmedicated and needy.
On the day of the crackheads attack, Henry strolls, almost human, into town. He sends Simon out for beer and proceeds to shelve a pile of marbled old school composition books that contain his ten volume Confession. Henry Fool is unusual among homebred semi-indies in being about a writer or two. Hartley's stilted dialogue is beautifully voiced by stage veteran Thomas Lee Ryan, who claims to have not known about coverage and other film practices that Hartley eschews. Well -meaning brassy Fay is indie princess Parker Posey, on mark throughout. She assaults Simon ! and it's an amazing few minutes. Lanky James Urbaniak (played R.Crumb in American Splendor) is Simon.
I'm tempted to go on spilling the beans about this Daniel Webster tale but it's better to watch. If the wyaward plot and people intrigues you, there's a lively, intriguing sequel, Fay Grim.

New Directions

Dirty Story has become a movies blog. DS is for fans of genre, indie, classic rep films, for discussion and casual references. Notes on actors, genres, directors, etc. from readers are encouraged. If DS gets feedback, welll, DS flourishes. Later today_ The Halloween Saga or Backwards from H20 to Halloween, an early autumn holiday post.

sons of

Dirty Story was originally called Sonofiloveagenre but this name was pooh-poohed as "too Hollywood," whatever that means. I was skimming Eric Ambler and happened across this crafty lusty title. I hope that Dirty Story can be like Caesar, a husband to every woman and a spouse to every man. DS is a blogazine devoted to genre fiction.

What am I after? Well, sexy genre fiction for a start. No celibate private dicks or monastic shamuses, please.. Art of the editorial graphic variety, caricatures, comic strips, drawings , photographs. All manner of visual genre work is welcome.