Funny. Hated Der fuhrer, for a decade or so - but by the time he died, on the ite of the snowhurricane in Feb. - my opinion of him had changed. True - he wickedly used people, almost to the point of killing them. Too long he had enslaved Jakov (nee Jamie, re-nee Jacob), created an unhealthy living conditions for many people, drained feeble minded people of their $$ - but since Jakov had his Exodus from his particular Pharaoh and I no longer needed to 'save' him from Der Fuhrer, I slowly changed my feelings on him. In the last year of his life, I began to put down my anger and realise that he was just a very sick man. Who am I to try to help jakov, and ignore this other very delusional being?
Now, stories of Der Feruher - wait, let me just refer to him as I now call and think of him - Rabbi Hecht - tickle me: Rabbi Hecht, in Palestine, in the Old City of Jerusalem, wearing womens panties and a shirt and a tie, mixing among the Muslims and jews and the soldiers. Rabbi Hecht, talking to any person who came along. And, of course, Rabbi hecht, nominally a Christian ('tho one of the 'St. Paul' kind), being buried in Jewish cemetery w. the Kaddish being read. Instead of anger @ his almost complete shysterness, now it just brings a smile to my face. True, the money he got to fly to Palestine in the first place was from jakov (tho' he did treat him to a trip there another time), and maybe it wasn't kool for him to be buries in aJewish Cenetary - but ....... he was sick.
The day after the storm, when jakov called me breathlessly and unbleievingly, w. the news that rabbi hect had been found dead in the clutter of the apartment - there was true sorrow on my part. Now, finally, when my hartred of the dude has lasped, when I was ready to take himout to a Denny's and debate the Gospels w. him - he was gone. And i felt sorrow for Jakov @ his loss.
But I had lost too. In total opposition to him, to , again, 'save' jakov - I had began my study of the Bible. There wasn't a 'I have to do this ' moment - rather, it was something that was partially sparked by the constant talk of the Gospel and all that. The day that did it was when I saw Bishop Spong's book on the 'new releases' section of GF's library, and the deep historicity of the New Testement stuff - as a Roman Catholic and as a trained histories, it was wonderful to dive in. Hasn't stopped yet.
So, too, I know I owe him some.
Whne he died, there were a few things going on w. me. One - unemployment - and the growth of a fat beard just underway. Second, the discovery of Crumbs graphic novel Genesis. And, finally, the loss that Blizzard Hurricane nite. When the funeral was announced, and it was to blessedly be @ a Jewish Cemetary, my 'conversion' to Judism had begun.
No, stop. Before we go any further: Me not a Roman Catholic? Mite as well call me a Cub fan who hates the Sox. But my imersion into studying Jewish culture and religion, the almost immediate writing of songs about Rabbi Hecht, and that funeral .... I decided to keep the beard, and just let it go. Soon, i started to wear all black, and wear a wide brimmed hat that i'd gotten a few years back @ a Marshals. The look was completely irresitable. Soon, except @ soccer practice, this was what I was most comfortable in. Again - Irristable. I've always loved to be the Dandy, and once again, I rocked My Look.
"My Look"? One glorious nite, drunkenen and all that after a Mildred Pierce nite @ Gallos and now @ Rockies, I said something about going 'in costume'. Rocky made me promise never to refer to "My Look" as a 'costume' - and he was rite. For now, it's The Clothes I feel Comfortable in, or, My Comfortable Clothes. Tisn't a costume at all.
But then it had to go. Unworking in many months now, I really am feeling gravities pull towards needing work. Too old to just take off life-I enjoy wearing a tie and jacket and being able to tell someone "I work @..." Full realization that I would like to buy my mothers house one day - and althoug I can make to downpayment and several months mortage, my job status would sink me. And the woman thing as well. So- when n interview opportunity came up - I needed to rebecome a Gentile to present myself cutclean to - in my mind - have achance of employment. Gomelong are the days of picking and chooseing my jobs - there is desperation now.
But - as a work opportunity beckons - the artistic side of me also does. I really wanted to continue bearded. Really. Called Rocky - surely he would tell me to remain unshaven - but he told me "What do you think:.. Of course - desperation. Plus, od'accord, i could just grow it back. So - it had to go.
And - quicklike - I had to use my time to get down the minutes of filming I needed to get done before I shaved. Part of the beard was headed towards getting a part dowen in one of the planned Rainer Virgil Hiltsbinder shorts that are in the air in these days. My intervies was on a Wednesday - and the decsion to go for it - and shave - meant I only had a scant few days to fully write, plan, and film the scenes for this particular short.
Lent is wonderful - but it also means I feel the pressure all the time - no avenue for me to kick back and chill,, y'knowin'. This is good - I kick back way too much - but it also means PRESSURE on me all times.
So- listening to the Hawks losing the last game of the year - a game which they really really had to win (but, as it turned out, not really really really) - I jetted up to Evanston to gallos to get it done. Needed both Gallo and Shipley, and guess what - they got that need done. Gallo - not to giv eit all away - was the inteviewer, and after a few tries, he was beyond magnificant. First few takes, there was haltings and stoppages - but twhen the red light went on, it was suprising how well he did. A stunner,aand indeed the highlite of the short - my part was the lessor. And Shipley -who knew she, uh, actually went to college for simllar stuff for what I asked of her.
The fil was 95% done when the Strasser - creaky and cranky - puklled out of Evanston.
I weas relieved. Happy. I spend most of my timethinking of things and never getting them done - and, finally, w/ the two Evanston experts, it actually got done.
And thn - I had to say goodbye to being a Jew - and a Beatle.
Now, stories of Der Feruher - wait, let me just refer to him as I now call and think of him - Rabbi Hecht - tickle me: Rabbi Hecht, in Palestine, in the Old City of Jerusalem, wearing womens panties and a shirt and a tie, mixing among the Muslims and jews and the soldiers. Rabbi Hecht, talking to any person who came along. And, of course, Rabbi hecht, nominally a Christian ('tho one of the 'St. Paul' kind), being buried in Jewish cemetery w. the Kaddish being read. Instead of anger @ his almost complete shysterness, now it just brings a smile to my face. True, the money he got to fly to Palestine in the first place was from jakov (tho' he did treat him to a trip there another time), and maybe it wasn't kool for him to be buries in aJewish Cenetary - but ....... he was sick.
The day after the storm, when jakov called me breathlessly and unbleievingly, w. the news that rabbi hect had been found dead in the clutter of the apartment - there was true sorrow on my part. Now, finally, when my hartred of the dude has lasped, when I was ready to take himout to a Denny's and debate the Gospels w. him - he was gone. And i felt sorrow for Jakov @ his loss.
But I had lost too. In total opposition to him, to , again, 'save' jakov - I had began my study of the Bible. There wasn't a 'I have to do this ' moment - rather, it was something that was partially sparked by the constant talk of the Gospel and all that. The day that did it was when I saw Bishop Spong's book on the 'new releases' section of GF's library, and the deep historicity of the New Testement stuff - as a Roman Catholic and as a trained histories, it was wonderful to dive in. Hasn't stopped yet.
So, too, I know I owe him some.
Whne he died, there were a few things going on w. me. One - unemployment - and the growth of a fat beard just underway. Second, the discovery of Crumbs graphic novel Genesis. And, finally, the loss that Blizzard Hurricane nite. When the funeral was announced, and it was to blessedly be @ a Jewish Cemetary, my 'conversion' to Judism had begun.
No, stop. Before we go any further: Me not a Roman Catholic? Mite as well call me a Cub fan who hates the Sox. But my imersion into studying Jewish culture and religion, the almost immediate writing of songs about Rabbi Hecht, and that funeral .... I decided to keep the beard, and just let it go. Soon, i started to wear all black, and wear a wide brimmed hat that i'd gotten a few years back @ a Marshals. The look was completely irresitable. Soon, except @ soccer practice, this was what I was most comfortable in. Again - Irristable. I've always loved to be the Dandy, and once again, I rocked My Look.
"My Look"? One glorious nite, drunkenen and all that after a Mildred Pierce nite @ Gallos and now @ Rockies, I said something about going 'in costume'. Rocky made me promise never to refer to "My Look" as a 'costume' - and he was rite. For now, it's The Clothes I feel Comfortable in, or, My Comfortable Clothes. Tisn't a costume at all.
But then it had to go. Unworking in many months now, I really am feeling gravities pull towards needing work. Too old to just take off life-I enjoy wearing a tie and jacket and being able to tell someone "I work @..." Full realization that I would like to buy my mothers house one day - and althoug I can make to downpayment and several months mortage, my job status would sink me. And the woman thing as well. So- when n interview opportunity came up - I needed to rebecome a Gentile to present myself cutclean to - in my mind - have achance of employment. Gomelong are the days of picking and chooseing my jobs - there is desperation now.
But - as a work opportunity beckons - the artistic side of me also does. I really wanted to continue bearded. Really. Called Rocky - surely he would tell me to remain unshaven - but he told me "What do you think:.. Of course - desperation. Plus, od'accord, i could just grow it back. So - it had to go.
And - quicklike - I had to use my time to get down the minutes of filming I needed to get done before I shaved. Part of the beard was headed towards getting a part dowen in one of the planned Rainer Virgil Hiltsbinder shorts that are in the air in these days. My intervies was on a Wednesday - and the decsion to go for it - and shave - meant I only had a scant few days to fully write, plan, and film the scenes for this particular short.
Lent is wonderful - but it also means I feel the pressure all the time - no avenue for me to kick back and chill,, y'knowin'. This is good - I kick back way too much - but it also means PRESSURE on me all times.
So- listening to the Hawks losing the last game of the year - a game which they really really had to win (but, as it turned out, not really really really) - I jetted up to Evanston to gallos to get it done. Needed both Gallo and Shipley, and guess what - they got that need done. Gallo - not to giv eit all away - was the inteviewer, and after a few tries, he was beyond magnificant. First few takes, there was haltings and stoppages - but twhen the red light went on, it was suprising how well he did. A stunner,aand indeed the highlite of the short - my part was the lessor. And Shipley -who knew she, uh, actually went to college for simllar stuff for what I asked of her.
The fil was 95% done when the Strasser - creaky and cranky - puklled out of Evanston.
I weas relieved. Happy. I spend most of my timethinking of things and never getting them done - and, finally, w/ the two Evanston experts, it actually got done.
And thn - I had to say goodbye to being a Jew - and a Beatle.
