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it came out in 66, our honor society took a bus to the theater it premiered in in LA. maybe grauman's chinese? i was smitten again!
"...only 20 years...." Wow. What seems a lifetime at first... turns into a few grey hairs. Or years. Whatever.
Heut is 's xäctly zwanzig Johr
Dass ich bin owwe naus;
Nau bin ich widder lewig z'rück
Und steh am Schulhaus an d'r Krick
Juscht nächst ans Daddy's Haus.
Freely translated (in the main by J. Cooper) as:
Today it's exactly twenty years
Since I went up and away;
Now I am back again, alive,
And stand at the schoolhouse by the creek
Just next to Grandpa's house.
In Hochdeutsch to the neighbors I might say:
Heute ist es genau dreisig Jahre
Da ging ich auf und macht raus ;
Jetzt bin ich wieder zurück, ja Hier! ,
Und stehen im Schulhaus am Bach
Direkt neben Opas Haus.
Now know why they don't understand shit. "Xäctly," you hear al the time. "Genau!" I say, hammering out die deutscher thumb. The kids know the words, the oldersters pretend they don't. But the kids don't know the story, and the oldsters do. Sometimes the kids answer, sounding like Palatine hicks from the stix. But they are charming.
The oldsters are clannish old fucks, like we oldsters tend to be.
Afrikaans as a second language (my mother's) allows me to follow Flemish & Hochdeutsch in stumbling fashion .... it was known as Kitchen Dutch before it became the official language of the Volk here... Direkt neben Opas Haus ... funny to hear it coming from a USAnal ... um ... USA'er .... what's the right word for you guys ...?
what's the right word for you guys ...?
We are all Americans but I doubt any of us see that as a primary identifier. If it were the 50s we would be Beats - as in "beaten down". At my (our) age I qualify as part of the Blank Generation. Don't really know what you call old farts who don't quite fit, who feel like aliens in their own land.........artists?
Can't really describe myself other than to say anarchist and misanthrope. Guess I'm an USAnal 'cause I was born here..but that's abouit as far as it goes. I can think of several places I'd rather be if I had the resources to move 'there.'
I am of the White Tribe of Africa .... British passport from paternal side, Dutch Voortrekkers from maternal side .... with an astonishing amount in common with the folk on RBC that must be a generational thing ....the generational thing seems to be every bit as strong as the genetic/cultural ties. I still find it amusing that Pan enjoyed the song "I'm Henery the 8th I am" as much as I did. And Hannah on her way home from Portland actually knows a real person from that part of the world who I was at school with as an exchange student. I would feel very much at home having tea with Mouse & her Maisie & I can imagine Waldo & Bo & Stone rocking up to visit.
"Diaspora" probably covers the lot of us.
Abandoned in Beirut, but found your way home on a plane full of Pigmies. That's a story equal to 'The Hobbit.' Wow.
Maurice Jarre was a busy composer in the 60's. He composed Dr Zhivago as well. Pretty amazing. During the same period, West Side Story came out. A time when men were men and movies were major events.
Loved Pete Sellars too.
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