The past week I’ve been watching some older movies and was happy to discover I still liked them and, even more important, they gave me the same good feeling as they did so many years ago.
First there was “Stand by Me”, a coming of age drama directed by Rob Reiner and based on a Stephan King novella. After the death of a friend, a writer recounts a boyhood journey to find the body of a missing boy.
Then there was the Richard Donner 1985 movie about a bunch of kids embarking on a wild adventure after finding a pirate treasure map saving their homes from demolition. As the previous movie “The Goonies” have a high quote on IMDB.
Yesterday I saw “American Graffiti”, also a coming of age movie and directed by George Lucas. This film, a very nostalgic portrait set in the early sixties of past century, follows a few teenagers on their last night before leaving the town.
Made in 1973 this movie, a huge commercial success returning more than 200 times the investment, blew me away with its aesthetics, mostly beautiful cars, and soundtrack.
There was Wolfman Jack and his mysterious and mythological faceless (to most) gravelly voice, very present on the delicious soundtrack that impressed me so much.
I instantly loved his growling, exuberant on-air style and the part of the persona he played as a DJ was his nocturnal anonymity that appealed to me. Listeners from coast to coast had no idea how to recognize the face behind that coarse voice.
A few years later I found his DJ program on AFN (American Forces Network) Munich and I remember the late nights, chained to my radio, still fascinated by Wolfman’s voice and marveled by the music he helped me discover, so different and fascinating from our local radio stations.
Yes, I am aware that I am in a very nostalgic mood and this had been for a few weeks now. My bad relationship with Big A. has a lot to do with it but also the nearing autumn and winter and the prospect of coming home in a cold and dark house is, year after year, becoming harder to coop with.
I’ve still some writing to do about our evening in The Fetish Café past Saturday night. It was a very pleasant and fine evening but I need some time to process the experience before I can write it all down.