Right now I’m tired enough to walk into walls, but we’re having a great time. When the director and I assembled our team for the Detroit-Windsor International Film Festival Challenge, one of our crew was designated “fixer” — he was the guy who could get us locations, talk us into private homes, etc. Among the goodies in his existing tool belt were a big scary decaying mansion and a limo.
We needed the limo. Every time I look at it, I chuckle. A 1977 Lincoln Continental stretch, navy blue, customized with TV antenna (the TV’s long gone), venetian blinds (1977 being before window tinting), and no fewer than three 8-track tape decks. There’s even a flagstaff on the front bumper. Plastic seat covers. Pervasive interior mildew smell indicating long warehousing. Oh, it is glorious:
The edit bay is so busy now it’s smokin’. Five hours to deadline.
snarkworth said on June 22, 2008 at 3:02 pm
I bleeve I heard you cackle, Nancy.
Suzanne said on June 22, 2008 at 6:33 pm
Woo That looks great
Jeff (the mild-mannered one) said on June 22, 2008 at 9:01 pm
Big scary decaying limo?
I have some Emerson, Lake, & Palmer 8-tracks if you need ’em . . .
Dorothy said on June 22, 2008 at 9:59 pm
Hey Jeff – my hubby was (and still is) a fan of EL&P. Once he was wearing his EL&P shirt – about 35 years ago – and his grandmother said “Emerson Lake? Where’s that? I’ve never heard of that!”
Laura said on June 22, 2008 at 11:35 pm
Funny you should mention ELP. My husband and I were in the car with our 12-year-old tonight.
Son: “You smoke pot.”
Husband: “What!? No, I don’t.”
Son: “You listen to Emerson, Lake & Palmer, don’t you?”
Husband: “Sure, I have.”
Son: “Well, then you definitely smoke pot.”
caliban said on June 23, 2008 at 12:18 am
ELP made the great miscue; the greatest song most people ever heard was the first, and everything but “Welcome back my friends” was kind of anticlimactic.
Oh what a lucky man was about John Kerry, right, before 527 villains and Diebold laid him low. When the Levee Breaks is totemic. Listened before I went to bed, for years, full volume on earphones. I would have thought Nancy was a faux Fleetwood fan. There’s ripping and tearing, and there’s Yankees and Dodgers, and there’s Peter Green and Lindsay Buckingham-Nicks.
I dunno. What’s the best Sex Pistols’ song Bod Save the Queen. What’s the best Foreigner song? A conundrum. Now, Arcade Fire. A very good band. Echoing U2, not hardly. (If you know how to play guitar, the Edge is guitar techs and tunings.) The Boss, maybe. Big Country, sure as shit.
Peachy held Danny’s hand:
I find it hard to believe, Nancy, that you didn’t fly a flag of some sort on the limo.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Image:Jolly-roger.svg. If you’re so caught up in the cinema, how about Zero de conduit? There’s something so obvious its’s ridiculous. We wake up andit wa all a bad dream.
Dorothy said on June 23, 2008 at 6:46 am
Somehow it’s so “right” to read Caliban this morning just after reading about George Carlin.
Jeff (the mild-mannered one) said on June 23, 2008 at 7:18 am
Caliban, to be truthful, i was more of a Who fan than Zepp, which was likely just my contrary streak, since at my high school the battle lines were Zepp v. Nazareth/Foghat (the cheer gear gang were all REO/Cheap Trick, oddly enough).
Mick Jagger brought unity to Soldier Field to all factions my senior year, 30 years ago this month. And people lined up to get tickets, while murmuring “dude’s getting pretty old, isn’t he?”
None of which stopped the band from doing a cover of “Color My World” at prom — life can be cruel.
john c said on June 23, 2008 at 7:22 am
Friend of mine had a car like that. It wasn’t a stretch. But it was a 70’s vintage lincoln, or Grand Marquis, or something. Anyway, he called it the Isle de France. “Why?” I asked. “Because it takes a team of tugboats and whole day to turn it around.”
And I don’t have any ELP. But I’m sure I can dig up my electric green Jethro Tull 8-tracks, and maybe some Seger. My 8-track player – in my ’73 Mazda RX-4 – was in the glove compartment.
Can’t wait to see the movie.
I always chuckle when I think of Carlin’s “seven words” bit, the part where he imagines substituting the word “Fk” (I’m not skittish, just trying to avoid filters) for the word “kill.” As in, “Fk the Ump! Fk the ump!” or in old westerns: “Okay sheriff, we’re gonna Fk you now. But we gonna Fk you Slooow.”
nancy said on June 23, 2008 at 8:00 am
When I remarked on the front-bumper flag post, the fixer’s friend said he thought it had been a diplomatic-corps vehicle, but I’m not so sure. For one thing, it has two cop-style spotlights (the kind you use to poach deer) on the front windshield, and the color’s all wrong. Maybe the Republic of West Virginia.
Partial report later. George Carlin, RIP.
coozledad said on June 23, 2008 at 8:11 am
Nancy: Did it have the diplomatic plate from WVA? You know, the one with an airbrushed buck that says “Lookin’…”?