Saturday, September 22, 2007

Bonfire of the Soul

Aloha from Kapaa, Kauai.

Yup, I’m still here in Hawaii working on “Tropic Thunder,” a film that’s being released next summer. What was supposed to be a couple of weeks work for me has turned into a couple of months. I’m now scheduled to return to Los Angeles on October 5th. I’m having a great time.

There truly is something magical about this island. I’m a non-country boy through and through; comfortable around concrete buildings, taxis, traffic, and throngs of people everywhere I turn. Kauai is certainly the opposite, and surprisingly I feel like I belong here. A few natives told me the island either embraces you or rejects you. It seems to be embracing me with an incredible hug.

Last weekend the producers hosted a party for the cast and crew; lots of food, drink, music, and fun. Afterwards a group of us went across the road to the Pacific Ocean and built a bonfire on the beach.

Here are two pictures of me. The first one I look like a mirage, a ghost, a massive ball of energy.
In the second picture I was so close to the fire I could feel myself ready to ignite, and it felt good. I love the raw power of fire, the way the flames dance against the sky, and the way it brings everyone together. I didn’t want the night to end.I’ve made some wonderful friends here and will miss them when I leave. Luckily with email and cell phones they’ll be a quick message or conversation away.

Tuesday, September 11, 2007

Proms, Drama, and Bowling

The other night I was lying in bed catching up on past issues of The New Yorker when I ran across a new word. It’s used to describe the near-crazy excitement and angst created as high school seniors prepare for the senior prom: PRAMA, “the drama during prom season.”

Who should I ask? Who’s going with who? Who will be king? Who will be queen? Where will we party afterwards? Will I get laid? Yeah, yeah, yeah… a couple of beers, careless sex in the back of your parent’s car, and nine months later you’re suddenly forced to take responsibility for those six minutes of sloppy sex. Suddenly the future doesn’t look so bright.

I wonder what the statistic is for prom night pregnancies?

In my opinion prom is the most over-rated night of the high school years, and all the worry and preparation is a total waste of energy. Can you guess I didn’t get laid on prom night? Weeks of foreplay and planning ended with a cold shower and a hangover. And the prom band sucked.

Years ago a friend and her date anticipated their prom as the most important high school night. They planned and planned and made sure they color coordinated his tux with her taffeta gown. Oh it was going to be perfect. He brought her a rose corsage and she pinned a matching rose on his lapel.

Anticipation was in the air.

When they got to the prom they were so damn bored they decided to leave. Where’d they go? Bowling. In gown and tuxedo. They had the best time, and she still talks about it and it’s been over twenty years.

I often wish I went with Carrie to my prom. Now that would’ve been a night to remember.

As I look back on my own prom and the prama and the total letdown it turned out to be, I should've gone bowling instead.

Tuesday, September 04, 2007

I Got You Babe

One of my favorite songs of all time is “I Got You Babe” written by Sonny Bono and immortalized on vinyl by Sonny and Cher in 1965. I never seem to tire of it, and it remains one of my most frequent spins.

While searching You Tube for Sonny and Cher’s reunion on Letterman I stumbled across a version of "I Got You Babe" by David Bowie and Marianne Faithfull. I never knew it existed, and wow is all I can say.

Bowie and Faithfull are two of my favorite performers and they take the song on a surreal journey into a truly odd artistic coupling.

It’s a concert performance where she looks like a Flying Nun who’s been around the world in a non-religious way, and he looks like he just arrived from outer space.

Are you intrigued? I bet you are.

So take a look and spend the next 3:31 with two of rock's most outrageously gifted artists. Either you'll love it or hate it. I love it.