This day gets closer to a dark day for me. I need to stop reading about all the bad stuff in the world, try not to take everything personal. It’s one of those moments when I lean back, close my eyes and dream myself away to a world I really never experienced. But it’s a daydream, so everything is possible.
It’s the 70’s, I’m at the French Riviera somewhere, maybe at a private mansion. I have nice sideburns, groovy glasses, polo shirt together with my stylish suit. It’s a great evening. Beside me is Paul Naschy. He’s a bit drunk, but very friendly. He’s deep into an anecdote of how he once visited a real satanic ritual. More people gather around him as he tells the story with the same passion as usual.
Piano music. Jesus Franco sits down by the piano. He puts the drink on the instrument and lights a cigarette. Starts playing, tunes from the past. Something from Venus in Furs. He’s lost in then notes, and only watches Lina as she stands by him. They exchange secret, horny smiles. Still in love. I light a joint. Walks over to the next room. Jean Rollin is there. He was a bit late, had some troubles at the airport, but now he’s here and he shows us his latest book. Poems.
“Read something!”, I tell him. And he does. In French. I understand nothing, but that’s okay. It’s so awesome. It’s beautiful ‘cause it comes from the mind and mouth of one of the finest artists of France. I’m inhaling the smoke, feeling dizzy, but in that nice way. It’s not uncomfortable.
Fuck yeah. Jack Taylor is in the building! Always a pleasure. His boyfriend is with him, another nice guy. “Is Howard here?” he asks. “Sure, in the garden somewhere…”. He sips on the red wine and heads out in the darkness. The laughter from the group surrounding Naschy gets louder. I need to hear what story he’s telling them now.
It’s a nice evening. Nice being with friends and talented people. I better sign that contract now. Next week we start shooting. I never want to go back to Sweden again. Night is falling. It will be late. I’m looking forward to see the sun rise later on.
"This day gets closer to a dark day for me. I need to stop reading about all the bad stuff in the world, try not to take everything personal."
It´s tough out there isn´t it....?
But hang in there, its always darker before the dawn.
http://youtu.be/Q7fi9G0BiTE
"It’s the 70’s, I’m at the French Riviera somewhere, maybe at a private mansion. I have nice sideburns, groovy glasses, polo shirt together with my stylish suit. It’s a great evening. Beside me is Paul Naschy. He’s a bit drunk, but very friendly. He’s deep into an anecdote of how he once visited a real satanic ritual. More people gather around him as he tells the story with the same passion as usual.
Piano music. Jesus Franco sits down by the piano. He puts the drink on the instrument and lights a cigarette. Starts playing, tunes from the past. Something from Venus in Furs. He’s lost in then notes, and only watches Lina as she stands by him. They exchange secret, horny smiles. Still in love. I light a joint. Walks over to the next room. Jean Rollin is there. He was a bit late, had some troubles at the airport, but now he’s here and he shows us his latest book. Poems.
“Read something!”, I tell him. And he does. In French. I understand nothing, but that’s okay. It’s so awesome. It’s beautiful ‘cause it comes from the mind and mouth of one of the finest artists of France. I’m inhaling the smoke, feeling dizzy, but in that nice way. It’s not uncomfortable.
Fuck yeah. Jack Taylor is in the building! Always a pleasure. His boyfriend is with him, another nice guy. “Is Howard here?” he asks. “Sure, in the garden somewhere…”. He sips on the red wine and heads out in the darkness. The laughter from the group surrounding Naschy gets louder. I need to hear what story he’s telling them now."
Wait.....no Michael Winner....?
FAIL....hahahhahah...kidding, Fred.....damn.....even your daydreams are cooler then mine.
I hate you.....no, really, I do.
"It’s a nice evening. Nice being with friends and talented people. I better sign that contract now. Next week we start shooting. I never want to go back to Sweden again. Night is falling. It will be late. I’m looking forward to see the sun rise later on."
Yeah, I think I know what you mean.....luccid dreaming, great essay,daydream.....thanks for sharing Fred.
Posted by: Megatron | April 30, 2013 at 17:01