No Listomania -- musical or cinematic -- this weekend, mostly because I'm approaching burnout from anticipating, organizing and co-hosting a de-facto college reunion happening on Sunday. Which, as you may recall from an earlier self-indulgent essay, will feature the first screening in decades of an artsy 16mm student film from 1970 -- Party -- in which my then band (we were called God, don't ask) performs absolutely live in a concert sequence.
Nobody involved with this flick -- including the two stars, who have a nude love scene -- has seen the damn thing since the middle of the 70s, so apart from the whole catching up with 30 people I haven't laid eyes on in years, this is going to be an interesting afternoon, I'll tell you that for free.
Here are two more screen caps director Jeff Alan thoughtfully sent me -- it's from a concluding bit where my bandmate Tony Forte smashes a cheap Japanese guitar (bought specially for the occasion) in an homage of some sort to Pete Townshend. Or possibly Jeff Beck in Blow Up.
Wny I'm shaking my fist at Tony is beyond me; frankly, I don't remember much about the filming.
In any event, I'll let you know how the soiree shakes out. And the movie is going up on YouTube as soon as I can figure out how to do it.