Hey kids...
Been busy working on rewrites and polishes...About to go in and make the ol' pitch to our friends at the production office...The final draft is going in to be chopped up to estimate a possible figure for the budget...For now it's out of my hands...It's interesting to hear people interpret characters inner motivation and build little philosophies on what means what if this person does this or says that...I mean, I have a good idea where all these characters are coming from...I made the fuckers up...But it's actually fun to hear how people interpret things...Perhaps nothing will come of it...It's at least a hoot to discuss and quite inspiring for my next endeavor...
In other news I watched the Bob Dylan documentary "No Direction Home"...Two whole discs of sheer Bobby D-light...If you're a fan, check it out...I now think Bob Dylan might be the coolest M-F'er on the planet...One of my favorite songs has always been "Love Minus Zero / No Limit" but after seeing that movie, it may just be one of my all time favorites...Ya'll oughta' send that puppy to your Netflix queue...
LOVE MINUS ZERO / NO LIMIT
My love she speaks like silence,
Without ideals or violence,
She doesn't have to say she's faithful,
Yet she's true, like ice, like fire.
People carry roses,
Make promises by the hours,
My love she laughs like the flowers,
Valentines can't buy her.
In the dime stores and bus stations,
People talk of situations,
Read books, repeat quotations,
Draw conclusions on the wall.
Some speak of the future,
My love she speaks softly,
She knows there's no success like failure
And that failure's no success at all.
The cloak and dagger dangles,
Madams light the candles.
In ceremonies of the horsemen,
Even the pawn must hold a grudge.
Statues made of match sticks,
Crumble into one another,
My love winks, she does not bother,
She knows too much to argue or to judge.
The bridge at midnight trembles,
The country doctor rambles,
Bankers' nieces seek perfection,
Expecting all the gifts that wise men bring.
The wind howls like a hammer,
The night blows cold and rainy,
My love she's like some raven
At my window with a broken wing.
~(R)~
p.s.
If you got a little hillbilly in you, check out the version by Buck Owens & His Buckaroos...
Been busy working on rewrites and polishes...About to go in and make the ol' pitch to our friends at the production office...The final draft is going in to be chopped up to estimate a possible figure for the budget...For now it's out of my hands...It's interesting to hear people interpret characters inner motivation and build little philosophies on what means what if this person does this or says that...I mean, I have a good idea where all these characters are coming from...I made the fuckers up...But it's actually fun to hear how people interpret things...Perhaps nothing will come of it...It's at least a hoot to discuss and quite inspiring for my next endeavor...
In other news I watched the Bob Dylan documentary "No Direction Home"...Two whole discs of sheer Bobby D-light...If you're a fan, check it out...I now think Bob Dylan might be the coolest M-F'er on the planet...One of my favorite songs has always been "Love Minus Zero / No Limit" but after seeing that movie, it may just be one of my all time favorites...Ya'll oughta' send that puppy to your Netflix queue...
LOVE MINUS ZERO / NO LIMIT
My love she speaks like silence,
Without ideals or violence,
She doesn't have to say she's faithful,
Yet she's true, like ice, like fire.
People carry roses,
Make promises by the hours,
My love she laughs like the flowers,
Valentines can't buy her.
In the dime stores and bus stations,
People talk of situations,
Read books, repeat quotations,
Draw conclusions on the wall.
Some speak of the future,
My love she speaks softly,
She knows there's no success like failure
And that failure's no success at all.
The cloak and dagger dangles,
Madams light the candles.
In ceremonies of the horsemen,
Even the pawn must hold a grudge.
Statues made of match sticks,
Crumble into one another,
My love winks, she does not bother,
She knows too much to argue or to judge.
The bridge at midnight trembles,
The country doctor rambles,
Bankers' nieces seek perfection,
Expecting all the gifts that wise men bring.
The wind howls like a hammer,
The night blows cold and rainy,
My love she's like some raven
At my window with a broken wing.
~(R)~
p.s.
If you got a little hillbilly in you, check out the version by Buck Owens & His Buckaroos...
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I'm coming along slowly, but I've got a day off tomorrow and plan to put some time in. The missus has been readind it a bit too.