JAVELINA KNOCKING AT MY DOOR SONG MOVIE

That is the movie and kind of stories I want to tell.

Jeff Bridges, Cybil Shepherd, Randy Quaid were just little babies (it was filmed in 1971). Dropped in on the middle of “The Last Picture Show” and it was so good. Built a fire in fireplace and watched some TV. Don had good advice about stock and business.Ĭame home around seven. Mare came after lunch (she had lunch with Betty Huff and DeAnne G.).ĭon Radina came out in the afternoon and we gave him the tour of the TW offices, then Kathy came and we went to El Encanto for dinner (he bought, we left tip, $10 cash). Dan came on his bike in the morning and signed the dissolution paper for his stock. Mare and Dan Rosenbaum came by yesterday (they are visiting from Brazil). just called and he’s emailing a jpg of the photo he took of the little biker gang on Christmas and I’ll forward it to Bernie and maybe you can see it right here before Monday. Now I’m wondering if maybe they stole one of our credit cards and spent the night at the Boulders. The dog is shitting in the morgue room on the floor because Kathy can’t sleep if the dog barks and Peaches barks when coyotes or javelina come near, my printer is on the fritz and is possibly broken, I don’t have a port on my home computer for my digital camera and Robert Ray won’t be coming out until Monday and the place is generally a pit. They’re coming in thru the dog door, then they fly around and literally shit on everything before I can get them out. Another bird in here this morning (two yesterday). ' An old thing becomes new if you detach it from what usually surrounds it.' Zhivago.” It reminds me of snuggly warmth and love. I also love the snow in “It’s A Wonderful Life,” and the rain in “Two-Lane Blacktop.” The snow in “Dr. However, in Raymond Chandler’s stories, the rain in LA is absolutely mesmerizing! I can’t get enough. A major author recently did a short list of things that will never work, and one of them was a book, or short story starting out with weather. I want to do a snow story and a rain story, or at least stories where the weather is the co-star. Looked at an Atlas about where he can go snowboarding near Boulder (he’s going there to see a girl). The only thing missing is the voice and the bare bones story. It’s the story of a drummer in a honkytonk coming out of a bad relationship who goes off the deep end and begans a saatar soaked search for the perfect sex.Īs I turned off the light and floated in and out of concsiousness I hit upon scene after scene of events that happened to me when I was a drummer in Tucson. As I finally drifted off to sleep my mind was racing with plot points for my own noir graphic novel. Last night I read and perused my Film Noir poster book which I got for Christmas. Kathy thinks it’s some sort of flu bug (she had a headache all day Friday). Didn’t get jack done, just vegged around and took two naps. I rarely get headaches but I had one almost all day yesterday.

Javelina knocking at my door song