Marilyn is a homeless idiot savant living in the ruins of Playland at the Beach in San Francisco. She would be diagnosed with Aspergers that is known to produce beings of extraordinary mental powers. It’s all here! The Archetype of a Masterpiece. This is my farewell to the Generation of Love – and Fun. With the demolition of Playland, and the Fun House, comes the rise of the Righteous Right, the inventors of the new Inquisition bent on attacking the Liberal-Left – where it hurts.
“THERE WILL BE NO MORE MAD PEOPLE HAVING FUN. WE MUST GET SERIOUS AND BALANCE THE BUDGET.”
The Prankster Clowns must be rounded up and put in a Loony Bin, or, buried alive in the ‘Mad Mine’. All the Fun Ore has been depleted. Time to go to work for Ronny McClown the Out of Work Actor, the Right-wing Con Man.
The reason I abandoned this play was the incredibly sad conclusion that the creative telepathic connection I had with my late sister, was no more. I was able to keep that channel open for two years. I had lost contact with Marilyn Reed. My play was turning into a musical. There is a very prophetic number with Aryan dancers singing like Negros as they go down the isles of Limbo Church – that will blow your mine! What muse, what spirit, is dictating my……stuff!
My protagonist is caught up in a legal battle over the land where Bohemian Playland was built. The Yuppiefiers want to build condos. It’s a case of Gentrification. It would not be till the year 2000 that I discovered one of my great grandfathers founded a theme park in Belmont. My sixteen year old daughter came into my life in 2,000. I thought I was fatherless. Instead of having fun together, making up for lost time, she was the point of the compass for unfunny folks waiting in the wings, waiting for me to strike it rich – as a writer! There was not a writer or artist among the lot, but, when they perceived, somehow, their fortune took a turn for the worse, they threw their monkey wrench into my works. Most fun dies like this, with a scowl and a whimper.
Not till this morning did I realize Belle was Marilyn, who “ran with the Psycho-babel Bitches from Hell’ in the streets of New York. Two hours after I met Belle, I am on the phone telling Marilyn Reed I had met a younger version of her. Twenty years later I get a letter from Rena informing me of her amazing memory. Pan is present. The broken merry-go-round is Belle’s parents Labyrinth walk, that came to an end. Or. did it?
Look, there is a fallen tower with the words “Diving Bell” upon it. I captured Beauty in a play that has held a city hostage, for all these years. She who was asleep, is now awoken.
Mon Muse! My beautiful muse! Alas, we are free! “We are all a chuckle and a kiss away from returning to paradise.
On Fri, Apr 18, 2014 at 6:59 PM, John Ambrose wrote:
Belle, my big project in Love Dance, a Broadway musical based upon the music of LOVE. Bryan was my best friend in HS. He was a roadie for the Byrds when he was 17. We hung out in a coffee shop in LA in 1963.
I about choked when you told me your were a dancer! Belle! You ring all my belles and set off all my whistles. It is just the way it is.
I want to see the hippie dance extravaganza on Broadway! How about you?
I feel I have emerged from the Labyrinth. I feel, so free to say this without regret, without shame, without remorse….I am in love with Belle Burch!
This is a victory for both of us, for within minutes of beholding her, I knew I was going to immortalize her. I knew she was the one after capturing her in a video. I turned off my camera in order to explain to her why she is the one. I just said the name “Rosamond”