My La La Land

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I was watching the Academy awards, and composing ‘My La La Land’……how it resembled the musicals that my muse inspired, and, how Marilyn betrayed me, along with her black husband and his friends, who wanted my story to be their ‘Black Thing’….when it was announced La La Land did not win best picture, but, the movie about black people, won!

https://rosamondpress.com/2014/12/04/somewhere/

It looks like someone gave Beatty the wrong envelope, and, the winner did not match up with the dialogue on the teleprompter. Was this deliberate, someone back stage knowing this was politics? Beatty should have called time out to confer with director of the awards. Instead, Beatty passes the buck to Faye, in the greatest act of cowardice in movie history. No way does he want his long career ended!

“I want to tell you what happened,” Beatty after the mix-up was revealed. “I opened the envelope and it said Emma Stone, La La Land. That’s why I took such a long look at Faye and at you. I wasn’t trying to be funny.”

“Two minutes after Hollywood musical La La Land was named best picture at Sunday’s 89th Academy Awards, there was a twist ending: Presenters Faye Dunaway and Warren Beatty had read the wrong name and it was in fact the arthouse darling Moonlight that won the night’s big prize.

In the ceremony hosted by Jimmy Kimmel, Moonlight picked up three awards total — including adapted screenplay and supporting actor for Mahershala Ali — but La La Land‘s tally wasn’t too shabby: It won six Oscars, including best director for Damien Chazelle — the youngest person to ever win the honor — and best actress for Emma Stone. Fences star Viola Davis and Casey Affleck of Manchester by the Sea also picked up their first Oscar wins, for supporting actress and best actor respectively.”

http://www.msn.com/en-us/movies/oscars/%e2%80%98moonlight%e2%80%99-wins-best-picture-at-oscars-after-shock-%e2%80%98la-la-land%e2%80%99-mix-up/ar-AAntQJo?ocid=spartandhp

For the first time I am looking at scenes of LLL, shot on a pier, and in a Jazz club. There are dance numbers that look like Bollywood. Belle Burch, and Rena Easton, are dancers. I ran my ideas past my old friend, Jeff Pasternak, the son of Joseph Pasternak – who could have directed this movie if he were alive. It is his style.

I was on a Major Pitty Pot, about to blog that the True Artist with a Real Muse, rarely is rewarded, because, he is surrounded by TAKERS! And, here they come to TAKE the Oscars out of the hands of THE WINNERS, who were not the REAL WINNERS! You better believe this is going to be the greatest controversy in the GIVING of AWARDS – of all time! White folks are going to cry – POLITICS! The Muses on high are sounding like screaming banshees!

“What happened?”

https://rosamondpress.com/2016/08/23/the-black-doll-revisited/

You better believe Trump is tweeting “fake awards. sad” after he was roasted!

http://www.newnownext.com/film-critic-slams-moonlight/02/2017/

Did someone read my blog, or, did someone close to me show someone this blog?

This is not the movie you will be bringing your Celtic Hetero date to. I think I saw a white head peeking out the portal of a boat.

Jon Presco

Muse of the Love Dance Again

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Prescos 1962 Greg & Christine

I watched the movie ‘Grease’ for the first time. I posted this in November. When I got that letter from Rena, I thought it was on……… ‘Love Dance’.

https://rosamondpress.wordpress.com/2013/11/10/muse-of-the-love-dance/

Walking with Marilyn after school weeks after we met, a menacing chopped-Mercury pulls into the gas station where we are walking, right next to us. It’s eighteen year old Danny, who has been in love with Marilyn since she was thirteen. He’s got his arm hanging out the window, with t-shirt. He is showing off his gun, his biceps. We made eye-contact. Marilyn looked nervous. There was a chance Danny would fight me, something he was good at. I was sixteen. I gave him the look back. Growing up in Oakland this was the norm. We had gangs in school, the Esquires and Cavaliers. My brother and I were not invited to join a gang because everyone heard about our fights. Vic raised his sons to be tough – for real.

Rosemary bought Bill a car that he turned into a hot-rod in our garage. While Bill is drooling over his Hot Rod magazines, I’m at the Teen Dance fine-tuning the Romanian Kemit sisters, Tenya and Zania, who took turns slow-dancing with me.
It was a matter of being erect, but no too erect. Allowing them to press their young breasts against my chest while our hips pressed closer, was teen-age legend.
They would not speak to me, which was great, because it allowed all the heat to come to the surface. If their parents knew what we were doing, they would have me arrested for stalking their daughters. But, when I walked in the door, I knew they were waiting for me. It was a tag-team.

I asked Marilyn if she danced. She told me she was too shy. Too bad! I was a great dancer. To watch John Travolta was to watch me at a dance. I had an image of a young Rena and I dancing – at high school – and added that in my letter. Is this what got me in trouble? How about the use of the term “Adult-Children of Alcoholics” where I could appear to celebrate my parents disease if you didn’t know what that meant.

MUSIC&DANCE go together. It was the signature of my generation. Christine taught me how to peg my pants. I ironed everything. My clothes had to be just right. Note my white sox, and Danny’s sox. This dancing is not about sex. It is about a highly structured social order that was invented by teenagers. I invented dancing without a partner. This is to say, you did your own things with another.

I was very protective of Christine because she was shattered. One day she told me this guy who was in the club ‘The Knights’ was calling her a slut. After she pointed him out after school, I walked up to him and slapped him so hard I knocked him to the ground.

“That slap comes from my sister. The next time I am going to pound you to the ground with my fists.”

Grease was shot at Venice High School down the road from the Venice Pier where I looked in the water one night, and asked; Where are you?”

Rena comes out of the doorway a minute later. “Here I am!” And Love Dance is under way – till this very day! Playing hard to get is big in these dramas. We should have danced when she emerged on the quad in her cape. Then she would have got all the attention – she demands!

The strange movie ‘Billy’ was shot at Marilyn’s and my high school. It could be the Ellen DeGeneres, Billy Jean King story. Shot in 1965 this may have been an attempt to channel all that hot pent-up grease energy away from hippies dancing at the Fillmore. Dig the coach on bongos! Harvard Professor Timothy Leary is taking his students – HIGHER!

Rena Red-Neck, puts her foot down……..and busts the Leader of the Bohemian Pack. I thought she would be hot to trot now that she was back in the states, she determined to get back the fire Bollywood stole from us. But, I got it wrong. Rena is too chicken-shit to get on a real dance floor. It’s easier for her to pretend she is a cowgirl, herding her doggies, and cowering from the big bad wolf, in the snow.

“You better shape up!”

Jon Presco

It is not unusual to see Western pop and pure classical dance numbers side by side in a Bollywood film. The international appeal of Bollywood dancing is something that has been in the making for many decades. Originally it was found only in places that had a significant consumption of Indian films. But today it is rising in popularity in the US, Canada and Europe. With the success of films such as the Oscar winning movie “Slumdog Millionaire”, Bollywood films and dance have taken the world by storm & has now come into the global spotlight. Much of this is due to the ever expanding Indian diaspora, but a significant proportion also comes from non-Indians who are fascinated by the exotic, larger than life qualities inherent in it. Be it their lavish sets, production value, or extravagant costumes, stars like Madonna, Shakira & Britney Spears have incorporated the Bollywood style of dance or music into their songs, videos and stage shows.

http://www.rhythm-india.com/bollywood-dance.html

P.S.S. Rena, I can’t sleep. I am so excited! We were in our tent and I was telling you I was a great dancer when I was when I was 13 to seventeen years old. I used to dance in front of a big mirror a half hour before I went to school, and a half hour when I came home. I choreographed my own moves. I invented dancing without a partner at Oakland High School in 1962, when I was sixteen. Fifty of my schoolmates would surround me and my partner as I did a solo ten feet away from her. I would go into a trance. When Marilyn turned sixteen, I danced the Bolero for her with my shirt off. Lucky girl!
When I heard you had become a dancer, I was thrilled out of my whits because, this proves you were ‘The One’. You see, I have been jealous of the world since I met you. – before I met you, I was utterly jealous that we never got to dance together, that the world got to see you dance – on your beautiful stage. When did you get into dancing, and why?
When I was young, and before we met, I had a dream about you almost every day. You were my invisible dance partner. Was that our destiny that we missed? Was that the big chance of our lifetime? What a dance team we would have made. They would know us at the ‘The Kiss of Eternal Fire’, or ‘The Fiery Kiss of Eternity’
“They loved each other better afar, than near. And when they came together, they did the Fandango!”
We are playing with fire, Aries woman. Playing with fire! Right here – and so very far away!
I mean, my God, I read about your hip replacement, and we are in a movie, based upon a book, that I am writing, and……are we really going to spend the last days of our life together wondering how many eggs the chickens laid today!
I will take care of you when the needs arises.
And as for our dance – may I take your hand and lead you to the floor?

Over a year ago I began a painting of you. One night after I lie down to go to sleep, you lie down next to me. You were seventeen again. I jumped out of bed. For a month you appear by my side as I walked. When I went to a movie, I was not quite alone. I told my friends I have a very friendly – and beautiful ghost.

Marilyn And The Sawtelle

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Back in December, my childhood friend, Marilyn Reed agreed to make a video for a chapter I was writing for my autobiography ‘Capturing Beauty’. Marilyn and I met when we were fifteen and sixteen. She lived in the Sawtelle neighborhood which was going to be the title of a chapter. After our profound talk, and with more revelations, I told Marilyn ‘The Sawtelle’ might be a book. After the performance by the Inspirational Sounds Gospel Choir, Marilyn’s sister, Shana suggested she and Marilyn co-author a book, and tell their story. I consented to this, then rescinded my blessing, because I feel out story is more important. A week later Marilyn told me she had no time to write her story. I reminded her of the videos I made of her.

The Sawtelle will look at our mothers and their desperate poverty and struggle to raise their children. The story of Marie and Rosemary, is an amazing one. They never met. They came together in our bond.  Our creative bond was an inspiration to my sister, who took up art when she was twenty-four and became world famous. Christine signed her beautiful images of women with her middle name, my mother’s maiden name ‘Rosamond’.

The videos of our interview are copyrighted, as are the videos I took at the Hult Center. This performance reminded me of my vision for my musical ‘My Big Beautiful Blue Bicycle’ that I posted on May 1, 2014.  There is talk about going to New York and seeing ‘Fela’ a musical based on a story co-authored by Shana.

https://rosamondpress.com/2014/05/01/my-big-beautiful-blue-bicycle/

Jon Presco

President: Royal Rosamond Press Co.

Copyright 2016

https://rosamondpress.com/2015/12/09/sawtelle/

https://rosamondpress.com/2015/12/09/the-crouching-tiger-of-synchronicity/

https://rosamondpress.com/2015/12/07/the-fountain-of-eternal-return/

 

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I had a conversation Belle about the idea I had for a Broadway Musical called ‘Love Dance’. I had asked Belle, was, if she would like to choreograph ‘Love Dance’ because I learned she was a dancer. I suspect Belle sees herself as a orphan because she lost her mother nine years ago. This is why she become a street urchin and ragamuffin. Bardot plays a orphan named Juliette in And God Created Woman.

My Big Beautiful Blue Bicycle

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I had a conversation Belle about the idea I had for a Broadway Musical called ‘Love Dance’. I had asked Belle, was, if she would like to choreograph ‘Love Dance’ because I learned she was a dancer. I suspect Belle sees herself as a orphan because she lost her mother nine years ago. This is why she become a street urchin and ragamuffin. Bardot plays a orphan named Juliette in And God Created Woman.

“Juliette (Brigitte Bardot) is an 18-year old orphan with a high level of sexual energy. She makes no effort to restrain her natural sensuality – lying nude in her yard, habitually kicking her shoes off and walking around barefoot, and disregarding many societal restraints and the opinions of others.”

Belle is the reluctant Muse of Jon after he caught her trying to apply his life story to her young lover, an anarchist who claims he is helping the homeless, but, this couple has ambitions to take over the counter-culture of those that came before them and rule the Bohemian World.

Taking his case to the old hippies in the Whiteaker, the wise ones rule Belle must fulflll her agreement she made, and accompany Jon on a cross country train ride that will take them to New York to visit Chris and Stefan who has just moved into the old Woodstock Hotel. On the top floor, Stefan finds a ballroom that has not been used in years. Earlier, Chris had said this hotel is where the Woodstock Nation folks have come to die.

After Belle and Jon board the train, Jon give Christine a call. She informs him Stefan has put together a song and dance routine ‘Putting on the Woodstock’ that is based upon ‘Putting on the Ritz’. Stefan found tails and top hat in a closet, and looks like Fred Astaire. Stefan was a master of the Viennese Waltz, and in no time has mastered Astaire’s famous Ritz dance.

“Yeah! You aughta see him.” says Chris. “He looks real sharp. We got the tenants to dress like Richie Havens, and Hendrix. The chorus line is called the ‘I want to take your higher dancers’. They are wearing white tasselled jackets like Sly did at Woodstick. We got ten drum sets doing Santana. He went insane, Greg. He told me I inspired this show. He wanted to bring back the Filmore and my friend Bill Graham. I wish you were here. Oh, the shows starting. Oh my God!”

“What’s wrong Chris?” Jon asks, sensing something is wrong.

“The ‘take you higher dancers’. They are women in mesh and white high-heel boots. These are his women, his dames he met in the art world. Listen to this!”

Have you seen the well-to-do hippie up and down 42nd. Avenue
On that famous thoroughfare, with their noses in the air
High hats and tie-dyed collars, white spats and lots of flowers
Spending every dime, for a wonderful time
If you’re a wanna-be Bohemian
and you don’t know where to go to
Why don’t you go where Boho fashion sits,
Puttin’ on the Woodstock!

Different types who wear day-glow pants with candy stripes
And cut away coat that really rocks
Puttin’ on the Woodstock.

Dressed up like a million dollar rock star
Trying hard to look like Alice Cooper (super duper)
Come let’s mix where aged Beatniks walk with sticks
Or Chinese umbrellas in their mitts
Puttin’ on the Woodstock!

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As the Train heads south to Oakland, Jon tells Belle about the blue bicycle that the love of his life bought in France where she was taken by the son of Joseph Pasternak after Marilyn’s mother forbid Jon to see M again – after he failed to convert from Roman Catholocism to Southern Baptist……after she forced Jon to go to three Billy Graham Crusades. Jeff Pasternak being a Jew, was O.K. because the family had money. Jon was a poor artist.

Jeff would later form a rock group and meet Jim Morrison whom he tried to get in his father’s movie.

Marilyn’s sister was a radical in France who co-authored ‘Fela – this Bitch of a Life’ with Carlos Moore, who would claim he was not paid when Fela became a hit on off-Broadway.

It turns out Marilyn’s blue bike once belonged to Bridget Bardot. When M brought it back to the States, it was stolen at the airport, and ended up in Boston.

Jon Presco

Copyright 2014

 

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1 Response to My La La Land

  1. Reblogged this on Rosamond Press and commented:

    It’s all coming together. The end draws nigh!

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