The 15th anniversary KFJC Psychotronix Film Festival arrives seven months early - just in case we find that "Joan Crawford Family At Christmastime" reel in time to concoct a truly festive holiday program in December - and offers a veritable gurgling cauldron of pop culture cheese destined to cast aspersions on many a Cinco De Mayo memory.
We promise to show only the most unintentionally hilarious 1950's commercials and "educational" films, bizarrest obscure classic cartoons, trailers from the worst movies, the most double-entendre packed Pre-Code shorts, the cheapest international monster movies, the campiest musical shorts, the most surreal silent movie clips and TV programs that should never have aired.
The KFJC Psychotronix Film Festival
When: May 5, 2007, 7:00 to 11:30 PM
Where: Room 5015 on the Foothill College campus, Los Altos Hills, El Monte exit off of Highway 280
Who: Hosted by Robert Emmett of KFJC-FM's "Norman Bates Memorial Soundtrack Show"
Why: We like cheesy movies.
How Much: $5 Donation to Benefit KFJC and $2 for Parking
Park: Lot #5 right before the Brown Trailers - follow the signs
The shows often sell out. Doors open at 6:00 p.m.
Thursday, April 26, 2007
Tuesday, April 24, 2007
Here We Go Again - Another Eulogy by Paul F. Etcheverry
A few months ago, I wrote about this becoming the "R.I.P. Blog", as so many greats from the 20th century are dying, you could post tributes every day. So I have resisted that temptation. . . until now. A veritable gaggle of important folks have shuffled off this mortal coil in the past few days.
For all his political importance, Boris Yeltsin, the first elected leader in Russian history, impressed me most with his public attempt at dancing.
Howard Dean, John McCain - eat your hearts out!
Boris, no doubt, was, to quote a certain early 70's blaxploitation film, one "bad mutha. . . shut yo mouth", who singlehandedly stopped a coup by a gang of ex-Politboro boys. And then presided as the Russian economy essentially collapsed and slowly made a wobbly recovery.
I loved it when Boris and former President Bill Clinton had "summits".
Boris and Bill were always smiling and red-faced. Stoli, baby! Kind of amazes me that Boris' hand-picked successor turned out to be "Bad Vlad" Putin. I'd rather knock back Stolis with Boris, any day.
We have also seen the sudden passings of choreographer Michael Smuin, economist Paul Erdman, author David Halberstam and composer Andrew Hill. A Tony and Emmy award winner, Smuin's numerous credits followed a lengthy stint as principal dancer with the American Ballet Theatre. Erdman was the rare economist who could write entertaining and compelling copy, both non-fiction and fiction. I've only read a few of Halberstam's 21 books, but found them quite wonderful. "The Powers That Be" and "The Best And The Brightest" alone are veritable treasure troves of juicy political stories. The anecdotes about Richard M. Nixon in the former are in themselves worth the price of admission.
The artist who had the most impact on me personally was the one who you will not hear about, jazz composer and pianist Andrew Hill. Hill was one of the greatest jazz artists who ever lived.
I caught one of Hill's last concerts at the 2006 San Francisco Jazz Festival. A skinny little unassuming dude with a high voice, he would sit down at the piano and then blow everyone away with his imagination, creative energy and stark originality. His music was very complex, polyrhythmic and changed tones, colors, rhythms and timbres seemingly every moment. And the living, breathing interplay between Andrew and his rhythm section, in some ways reminiscent of the classic Bill Evans and Keith Jarrett trios, was a thing of beauty.
Andrew Hill's jazz demanded a lot of the listener. However, the effort and concentration always paid exponential dividends. You not only learn a lot musically listening to Andrew Hill, but it is splendid training in the art of being totally, absolutely, in the moment, Zen-like.
For all his political importance, Boris Yeltsin, the first elected leader in Russian history, impressed me most with his public attempt at dancing.
Howard Dean, John McCain - eat your hearts out!
Boris, no doubt, was, to quote a certain early 70's blaxploitation film, one "bad mutha. . . shut yo mouth", who singlehandedly stopped a coup by a gang of ex-Politboro boys. And then presided as the Russian economy essentially collapsed and slowly made a wobbly recovery.
I loved it when Boris and former President Bill Clinton had "summits".
Boris and Bill were always smiling and red-faced. Stoli, baby! Kind of amazes me that Boris' hand-picked successor turned out to be "Bad Vlad" Putin. I'd rather knock back Stolis with Boris, any day.
We have also seen the sudden passings of choreographer Michael Smuin, economist Paul Erdman, author David Halberstam and composer Andrew Hill. A Tony and Emmy award winner, Smuin's numerous credits followed a lengthy stint as principal dancer with the American Ballet Theatre. Erdman was the rare economist who could write entertaining and compelling copy, both non-fiction and fiction. I've only read a few of Halberstam's 21 books, but found them quite wonderful. "The Powers That Be" and "The Best And The Brightest" alone are veritable treasure troves of juicy political stories. The anecdotes about Richard M. Nixon in the former are in themselves worth the price of admission.
The artist who had the most impact on me personally was the one who you will not hear about, jazz composer and pianist Andrew Hill. Hill was one of the greatest jazz artists who ever lived.
I caught one of Hill's last concerts at the 2006 San Francisco Jazz Festival. A skinny little unassuming dude with a high voice, he would sit down at the piano and then blow everyone away with his imagination, creative energy and stark originality. His music was very complex, polyrhythmic and changed tones, colors, rhythms and timbres seemingly every moment. And the living, breathing interplay between Andrew and his rhythm section, in some ways reminiscent of the classic Bill Evans and Keith Jarrett trios, was a thing of beauty.
Andrew Hill's jazz demanded a lot of the listener. However, the effort and concentration always paid exponential dividends. You not only learn a lot musically listening to Andrew Hill, but it is splendid training in the art of being totally, absolutely, in the moment, Zen-like.
Monday, April 23, 2007
Friday, April 20, 2007
Burt Bacharach Day
Here is a beautiful version of "The Look Of Love" from Burt Bacharach and Ron Isley's 2003 CD, Isley Meets Bacharach – Here I Am. I love it! Where can I buy a DVD of their Soundstage special?
Friday, April 13, 2007
Thursday, April 12, 2007
Wednesday, April 11, 2007
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