Almost Famous
was on Turner Classic tonight. [It came out in 2000? It doesn’t feel like that
long… but then again it does.] Yeah, I know It’s not a Great Great Movie but
the subject is near and dear to my heart. Words and music. And it’s been a
while since I’ve seen it, so I put up the recliner and settled in for an evening
with some “old friends.”
Every time I see it,
especially when Sapphire [Fairuza Balk] swishes her magic hips backstage
[oooooh yes!] then talks with Russell and pops that line about truly loving “some
little piece of music, or some band, so much that it hurts” -it still gets me
right here [points to heart].
Words and music. I
always felt connected to music – radio especially. Of course, I dreamed to be a
DJ. I guess I sort of was / am with mix tapes and eventually my car CD collections.
Then I wanted to be a writer for Rolling Stone or a local music writer.
One problem was that I was terribly afraid to talk to people I don’t know. I didn’t
have the confidence to assert myself, present myself with authority. Could that
have come with practice? Maybe. It’s an overly long, twisting story that breaks
into some very heavy introspection that I’m not going into here.
I always appreciate
the soundtrack choices. There are a lot of songs from my childhood that are
ingrained in me and when I hear them, they just raise my spirits and / or take
me back to days before “obligations,” “responsibility” and adultery…er,
adulthood. The featured Timy Dancer from my beloved Madman Across the
Water 8 track/ LP / CD is one. Traffic’s Glad [John Barleycorn
Must Die] is another one. Stillwater’s Love Comes And Goes [the set
opener that starts with the electric piano in Cleveland] is so obviously based
on Bad Company. I did spot a song that was not out in 1973 in the Topeka party scene:
Deep Purple’s Burn. Great song, just a few months early as the album
would not come out until February 1974.
Anyway, I enjoyed
it a great deal. It’s like going to Burleson and getting a Gina’s Pizza [or if you’re
not familiar with Burleson, some other favorite restaurant you haven’t had in a
long time]. Or finding that favorite t-shirt that somehow ended up under the
bed or behind the dyer.