Every summer, I get the urge to write. A craving to create something that is largely for me (although family, friends, and kind strangers are also welcome to peruse – validate me).
About a year ago, my sister and I toyed with the idea of doing a podcast on lessons-learned through the viewing of classic films; there is a wealth of knowledge and beauty to be mined from these flicks. We wanted to give parents a glimpse into what they offer, and we also wanted to take on a project that our late father once held near and dear to his heart.
The podcast fell through, but the idea (like Don Quixote charging windmills on the plains of La Mancha), refuses to quit. Ergo, starting today, I will make weekly posts on the classic* films of my yester-years and share what makes them worth your time.
* “classic” does not refer to quality, but will instead mean any movie that was made before 1990.
These posts will not be limited to “kids” movies either. I watched a lot of stuff growing up, some of it very scary and/or serious, which I no longer regret. However, in an effort to prevent well-meaning parentals from psychologically-scarring their little ones, I’ll conclude each post with a Head’s Up report on aspects of the film that can be frightening, problematic, or require off-screen chats. I’ll also be discussing numerous plot points in each post, so spoilers will be tagged in blue.
I embark on this endeavor with a review of Disney’s live-action fantasy: Bedknobs and Broomsticks (1971). As summarized on its IMDb page: “an apprentice-witch, three kids and a cynical conman search for the missing component to a magic spell useful to the defense of Britain.”
Continue reading “Nothing to it, But to do it.”
Sometimes I wake up with a song in my heart. And if I have time, that’s probably going to be the song I record that day. As long as I don’t overthink it, that is. A few glitches aside, I’m figuring out my new microphone pretty quickly. Here’s to a New Year and all the promise its brings…
“White. A blank page or canvas.
The challenge: bring order to the whole.”
I am not in the habit of starting projects and leaving them unfinished. I hate seeing my inbox full of unread messages; books neglected; my to-do list unconquered. I get anxious when I know there are things awaiting my attention; things that need to be gotten out of the way before more (read: more challenging) things take their place.
Is it any wonder that I approach this project with some trepidation? This undertaking to document my life… and then pair each post with a song (recorded by yours truly) to better express myself?
I’m also endeavoring to write without going back and editing… at least not until the end of the post. This, above all, terrifies me.
Then again, perhaps it is an apt metaphor for this whole “living” thing. We stumble and run and fly through this world, with some sense of what we want, but never REALLY knowing… and only rarely do we look back and wince at our mistakes. Sometimes I wonder what lines of dialogue I’d change if I could tab back through the years (“
But you don’t care at all.“); what events I’d alter ( “I have to tell you something. And it’s gonna be hard to hear…”); what characters I’d create to replace their flawed-counterparts ( a clever man, but kind in spite of it); and so on and so forth.
But of course, in the wise words of Pink Martini, we tomatoes can only “Hang on to the vine…”
Like life itself, this blog is likely to be rough, rambling, and on some days downright pointless. However, better something than nothing… for “the rest is silence.”