My God, I’m actually sitting in a coffee shop with my computer (Cafe Loka, on Ledoux Street in the old part of Taos). Gimme a little time, and I’ll put up a silly movie I just made.
Ah, here we go. About 55 seconds, and 20 of them are for the titles:
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So, where’s the movie John?
A little avant-garde for my taste. I had a hard time following the plot.
If you’d just kept that old camera running for 4 hours and maybe stripped down to your BVD’s, well, it woulda been kinda of an Andy Warhol flick. –I liked hearing your dulcet tones. Tried hard to remember if the 18-year-old Farr had those tones. Don’t think so. Takes a heap of livin’ to mellow out the vocal cords.
Looks like ya got to sell a-lot of Java, to pay the rent on that place, where are the dancing girls? . . . . .;>)