Here’s my semi exclusive video I took at the Tears for fears show at the always fun all be it rural-Orange County Fair. It was a great cover of the song Billie Jean-please enjoy it in its entirety.
Earlier last week I got a chance to see the play listed above: “Farragut North”, starring Chris Noth and Chris Pine (aka the new Captain Kirk) playing at the Geffen Playhouse. It’s always refreshing and almost reassuring to see real film actors doing their thing on stage.
In watching the “battle of the Two Chris’s” it was tough to figure out who won. Chris Pine brought his chops to most every scene but the infamously talented Chris Noth was given practically all the good one liners-zingers.
It will have to remain a draw. Of course it was hard to pay attention to some scenes when all you could hear were swooning hearts of women and teenage girls that filled the Geffen Playhouse.
That’s life though; sometimes everything gets drowned out by the roar of a swooning crowd.
This weekend’s moment of Zen was at a bar. There was this especially drunk, trampy-looking Madonna-like girl hitting on nearly every guy there. After every guy had dissed her, she ended her efforts by finally hitting on actor Billy Zane. As she tried to follow him outside he turned to her and said, “Ok, whatever you say Madonna.” He then walked across the street alone as fast as possible.
There is a Zen lesson somewhere in there….just look, look deep inside yourself.
Kurtz: I’ve seen horrors… horrors that you’ve seen. But you have no right to call me a murderer. You have a right to kill me. You have a right to do that… but you have no right to judge me. It’s impossible for words to describe what is necessary to those who do not know what horror means. Horror. Horror has a face… and you must make a friend of horror. Horror and moral terror are your friends. If they are not then they are enemies to be feared. They are truly enemies. I remember when I was with Special Forces. Seems a thousand centuries ago. We went into a camp to inoculate the children. We left the camp after we had inoculated the children for Polio, and this old man came running after us and he was crying. He couldn’t see. We went back there and they had come and hacked off every inoculated arm. There they were in a pile. A pile of little arms. And I remember… I… I… I cried. I wept like some grandmother. I wanted to tear my teeth out. I didn’t know what I wanted to do. And I want to remember it. I never want to forget it. I never want to forget. And then I realized… like I was shot… like I was shot with a diamond… a diamond bullet right through my forehead. And I thought: My God… the genius of that. The genius. The will to do that. Perfect, genuine, complete, crystalline, pure. And then I realized they were stronger than we. Because they could stand that these were not monsters. These were men… trained cadres. These men who fought with their hearts, who had families, who had children, who were filled with love… but they had the strength… the strength… to do that. If I had ten divisions of those men our troubles here would be over very quickly. You have to have men who are moral… and at the same time who are able to utilize their primordial instincts to kill without feeling… without passion… without judgment… without judgment. Because it’s judgment that defeats us.
Kurtz: [voiceover] The horror… the horror…
On certain days we all need a creative push or at least a mad man threatening us all…create or kill or maybe if it is done right-they are one in the same….