I can remember the first time I heard Joe Frank on the air. His wasn’t your standard public radio talk show or drama/comedy. This was a different animal altogether. Like all great art, it was a by-product of his experiences, neuroses and obsessions.
I was a kid growing up in Texas when I came across George A. Romero’s Night of the Living Dead for the first time. It aired each Halloween on a local TV channel. I could never watch the entire movie, it was too scary for my young mind. The bits I did see gave me bad dreams of zombies chasing me and my family through the desert sands of far east El Paso. At the time, I didn’t realize this was a good thing.
No, I’m not telling you what to do. When I say you should be writing, I’m talking to myself. Am I some preachy, best selling author looking down his nose at dilettante writers who can’t eke out a few hundred words a day? Far from it. I need to whip myself back into writing shape, which is why I’m putting these words down. What’s your story?
Most people who were children in the 70s remember the moment well. Where they were. What they were doing, when a little movie released on May 25, 1977 would disrupt the filmic landscape, some say for the worse. I beg to differ. The movie? “Star Wars,” of course.
Can you name the first movie you ever saw on the big screen?
I like to ask this question whenever I meet someone new. The answer I get tells me a lot about the person and just how important movies are to them. To some, movies are just background noise, not worthy of their full attention. I feel this is a profound shame. Who doesn’t like going to the movies?