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Thursday, June 02, 2011

Ladies and Gentlemen, Theater for the New City's annual Lower East Side Festival of the Arts continued its 16th season this past Memorial Weekend, with a circus of events in at least two theaters, the Johnson and the Cabaret, with some adjunct activity at the Community Space (poetry) and outdoors on East 10th Street (music and poetry), plus artwork and video in the lobbies. The fest provides a chance encounter with friends and favorites, featuring long-term contributors Ellen Steier (actor singer pianist composer), Chris Force (playwright) Keith Ninesling (double bass and ukulele), Richard West and Lissa Moira. I returned to participation there in 2007 with help from Maria Micheles, then a volunteer, now a Masters candidate in the Columbia School of Journalism.

My familiarity with Theater for the New City dates back to 1983 when I followed playwright critic Jay Padroff there (and everywhere). Then it resided at 2nd Avenue and East 10th Street… (162 2nd Avenue). It was a late night live theater multiplex where you could walk through a hall and slip into one theater after another. The most memorable events were those assembled by the tall accordionist, Ethyl Eichelberger whose warmth and talent supported everyone on stage. (A souvenir flyer lists an 11PM start time for "Ruth, Ruth," by Eichelberger, with Harvey Perr, Barbara Wise, John D. Brockmeyer, Steven Burkick, Jack Mallory, Agosto Machado and Ivan Smith." ovary-ture by Evan Lurie. )

Here we are in 2011 and Theater for the New City is as exciting as ever in 30,000 square feet of space at 155 First Avenue between East 9th and East 10th Streets. I wonder whether one person can absorb an entire TNC Festival of the Arts. My comments are limited by my presence there… for example… Rachel Trachtenberg, daughter of my friend Jason, was performing outdoors with her "Supercute" band while I waited in the cabaret for the screening of my 80 minute Question of Solitude DVD. By missing Rachel, I enjoyed the last 20 minutes of Andru Cann's 84 minute A Lower East Side Odyssey. I know Andru, and Jason Trachtenberg too, from the days of Lach's Antihoot. Steve Espinola, also a friend from the Antihoot, who joined us later for dinner, reminded me that Andru, a thin/tall charming British fellow wrapped in his personal odyssey persona, was known to us then as pianist/guitarist Andrew McCann. Notable in Andru's film was the continuous camera coverage of a committee meeting of band members, where his girlfriend in attendance agrees to an open relationship, but walks out upon the arrival of Andru's former girlfriend (Andru and the camera following her into another room.). The dialogue of many people speaking at once in that scene was difficult to differentiate yet it conveyed immediacy and a jist of meaning, just like in real life…Either months of painstaking script-doctoring and storyboarding or single-take random documentary achieves that kind of cinema perfection.

Following the first public screening of my "A Question of Solitude" DVD was a great animated 30 minute musical episode called "Icy Trouble" by Ian James a/k/a William Electric Black. It built slowly toward revealing the sedentery anti-social solitude provided by computer games, and glorified the teamwork in a real game of ice hockey. I was thrilled to see Kat Yew as one of the cartoon voices… she was also one of the eight stars of A Question of Solitude… and that was the extent of my film-fest experience. The curator, Francess Maingrette, asked questions of the artists between screenings.

After dinner we were hoping to see Joe Franklin but instead caught a bit of Lanford Wilson's Sex is "Between Two People," directed by Lissa Moira, in the Johnson Theater. There was also acrobatics from a fellow capable of winding his limbs around a rope and keeping track of the tangles with which he suspended himself. Looking at the rest of Saturdays program we missed many fantastic events including a scene from a play by the Israeli Neil Simon, Hanoch Levin.

Friday, the night before, I presented an introduction to a new musical project, "The Floaters." I heard a bit of Ben Harburg and Friends. I walked in on his "Brother Can You Spare a Dime?" His voice somewhat disturbingly drawls. I almost thought he would lose the notes but instead he etched them ever deeper into my brain. "SAY DON'T YOU REMEMBER, THEY CALLED ME AL … ". Say, do you remember that Barbra Streisand put her own indelible mark on that verse? Ben's grandfather wrote those words. Apparently Ben lives upstairs in the outrageous jettison to what was formerly a city market and sanitation building. Given the creative self-sustaining redistribution of air rights and public property I am deluded into thinking that Crystal Field's Theater for the New City is here to stay.

Ben's performance was in a room with 40-foot ceilings called The (Joyce and Seward) Johnson Theater (A common enough surname suggests great prosperity when doubled, ie., Johnson of Johnson & Johnson…).. Late Friday evening we returned for a glimpse into the Johnson. Looking upward we saw acrobatics near the ceiling by "Suspended Cirque," three trapeze artists with four limbs capable of sustaining their weight, four limbs, any of which is capable of throwing or catching the weight of their entire bodies, and for their finale, dropping and catching each other, they functioned as a single 12-limbed organism.

Sunday evening we saw a Bina Shariff double-featurette, she herself performing in her "Stream of Consciousness," an art piece with two gentlemen silently sipping tea while the other two, she and Kevin Mitchell Martin, confront the impossibility of suicide. We ran downstairs to see Chris Force's "Angel of Death," which was immediately followed by two of his cast members (Ellen Steier was one) sharing strictly entre nous Bina's "Happy Day."

To paraphrase: Wake up with your happy day. Do not begrudge me my, do not expect me to share with you my, it's a lucky secret that I have my Happy Day.

Mike Amato made comments worthy of the male predicament, self effacing and engaging. Ultimately he justifies being the brunt of his own jokes. Ordinary men are anything but gentle so he observed that the term needed to be added as an acknowledgment.

To paraphrase: Good evening, tough women and gentle men. Welcome!

Lorcan Otway sang beautifully in a traditional Irish style. I recently met him at his Theater 80 St. Marks. He shared its speakeasy history. I understand there's a gangster museum there... and even ran a bit of my Question of Solitude DVD in his theater, demonstrating that it looked and sounded good enough to submit to Francesse's LES Film Fest.

On Sunday night Kim and I, also saw "Midnight Fantasy," a ferry play by Laurence Holder. Dixie Lee sang and recited poetry with Keith on double bass.

Bob Homeyer, who hosted the cabaret in place of Robert Fitzsimmons, introduced and acted impeccably in his own staging of a short play by David Mamet. He played a radio talk show host addressing half-baked ideas from late-night callers in "4AM."

Dawoud Kringle hypnotized everyone with his sitar meditations… I kept hearing the unvarying open fifth between its two lower strings.

Dr. Sue won me over with an introduction to her musical "El Senor X," which she performed accapella after interaction with her mike stand. Please note her last ballad has a beautiful commanding melody.

When we first left the Johnson for the Cabaret after Bina Shariff's piece, we caught the bilingual tale-end of Dada NewYork's "A Dog is not a Hammock," which struck me as fantastic authentic dada.

I just got the cast names for the readers who sat in for "The Floaters" introduction: Maria Micheles (the others were her cast), Newton Schwartz, Lena Gora and Charles Casano. Joining me on guitar and voice was Annie Levey-Allauzen (the La-Loop member of The Steppes).

Elijah Black played songs between our pieces.

Maria's piece, "From Memory," showed a young lady searching for friendship from a salesman at a bookstore who can't help but expect more…

Dorothy August and Carol Polcovar wrote "Gorilla Kisses," portraying values from the "1970's." I suppose the '70's were a permissive "me" decade, where people engaged in open relationships. They could accept casual intimacy by not caring about one another. In this case a female gorilla comes between the couple.

In Claire Helene's set she did something amazing with her low register. She ended with Dr. Feelgood, but her highlight for me was a torch song whose name I can't remember. A Michael Tilford (The Mole King in Hermaphroditism Through the Ages) played a wild piano accompaniment.

Then Joe Bendik played perfect guitar accompaniments while singing his own tightly wound songs, as well as a lieder by Robert Schumann. To see his hand move about the neck of that guitar suggests that he was born playing it. He may be the most musically trained musician ever to embrace the punk aesthetic.

On Memorial Day that followed TNC's LES Fest, Kim Mossel sagely suggested we go early to the Metropolitan Museum of Art. There we saw the Alexander McQueen and Richard Serra exhibits, a study in contrasts, and the black and white night photography collection. I love existing light photography, Richard Serra always makes me crazy and I'm grateful to Mr. McQueen for visualizing Plato's Atlantis, a possible destination for my new project, The Floaters.

The song Claire Helene sang wasn't a torch song but rather a companion piece to Yip Harburg's Brother, Can You Spare a Dime. From Claire: "that was 'Nobody Knows You,' an old blues tune. Bessie Smith and Derek and the Dominos recorded it."

Final note Concurrent with the Saturday LES program, Lach, with Anu and son, Henry, hosted an apartment sale as they prepare to sail across the ocean to Scotland...Lach's anti-hoot is now part of the Edinburough Fringe Festival.

posted by Peter 2:56 PM [edit]


Sunday, March 20, 2011

Notes on visit today to The Explorers Club, in the Lowell Thomas city home... his Putnam County home is now the Quaker Hill Golf Club. Casey and Jared explained that limestone helps create coral reefs and caves. Various names given to the places they visited in China are Karst Sun Men Hai Sye-Feng Shan Geo Park and Guangxi. Chana financed their trip to enter the dry caves of that region to discover underwater caves coneccting the Three Door Sea, which are a series of sink holes. There are many of them and Casey and Jared mapped the caves connecting them by scuba diving throught them, as many as 300 feet below the surface of the water. They knotted a line off a dotted reel to navigate. They used fun looking underwater propeller motors. They used surface marker buoys. They went from two sink holes and eventually met in the middle.
Then Leonard Sonnenschein of reviewed the various prophecies leading toward December 21, 2012, more to engage us in conversation. His slides identified Dabbah al-Arel as a creature from the earth, said in the Koran to be coming soon. Cyrus is predicted in Isaiah. A big yuga, a Mahayuga, is on the horizon. Yanchian Mayan, December 21, 2012 11:11 AM a strong man will sieze the city. In the Mayan culture near Honduras people played sports but the victor's head was chopped off. Iben Browning, Joseph Smith and Riald Cizik help predict. Maimonedes recomends a calm and joyous constitution. Fish markets have been mutating allowing cod to repopulate... We went from cod to orange roughy to sea bass to tilapia.... to branzzini? anyway, I don't enjoy eating cod. There was some major misstatement about the preservation of rain forests in Brazil, anyone with money is able to buy out the tribes and the government is unable to monitor Amazon activity. Thank you Kim for finding this event!

posted by Peter 6:28 PM [edit]


Thursday, February 17, 2011

When last I posted here I was shopping at Borders and now it's in some kind of receding receivership restructuring contracting state... contracting describes something that draws within itself, a contract recedes into a smaller state, and there are laws governing contracts. Tomorrow we have a non-party deposition in Nassau, it may help move forward the underlying case. My father may come along...

posted by Peter 8:19 PM [edit]


Friday, December 03, 2010

At the beginning of our movie night at SideWalk show last Wednesday I had much to say about Kat Yew's choice of movie, Rules of the Game. First it was an adventure to find a DVD copy because it turned out Kat couldn't find hers. After buying one from Borders on 32nd and 1st I heard from Sam Moree about how he was enjoying watching the movie at home, how it devolved/evolved into marx brother's slapstick and he was wondering how it all ended... He was preparing for the our show. He had rented it, the two disc criterion version, from Two Boots... He had a copy of the movie for us to run during our set. I didn't have to look for it at all... Meanwhile I had already walked down St. Marks where I used to buy packaged media such as Long Playing Vinyl Records, to find that all the Sounds stores had become tatoo shops.... I knew J&R would come through as they always do and they did not come through. The copy I bought cost 40 dollars at Borders, two discs... I began watching it and did notice a beautiful looking black and white image. The film looks timeless and yet exotic, as if the costumes were anachronisticly modern while the setting was old Versaille. We're in the post war modern world of pre-world war II. The lawyer star -- he has quite a comedown in Casablanca where he works the roulette table -- remains ever cheerful and sincere. As far as I remember, he only lost his temper once. The lightness of the drama throughout the movie gradually becomes shocking and I suppose offensive. Jean Renoir may wish to deconstruct the discreet charm of the bougeousie but he is part of the charm. He's the bear. The mechanical musical doll gets a striking close-up. The Germans in France are well represented by the Game Keeper, the Rules of the Game Keeper. The hunting scene is a slap in the face today and probably would elicit offense. There's a surrealist offensiveness to the entire proceeding if one has investment in the real world, if one considers the historic context, but in its own world, the Rules of the Game is pretty smooth sailing slapstick. If Renoir has any animosity toward high society, he contains it in an engaging pop film. A synopsis of the film can be highly detailed. It opens with the successful completion of a solo transcontinental flight across the Atlantic! But where's the welcome from the Austrian orchestra conductor's daughter? Oh, that's right, she's home with her husband, the lawyer who collects mechanical musical toys. The aviator's radio broadcast makes clear to anyone who knows them that the aviator and the lawyer's wife are friends.... You learn a lot from these movies. Renoir is the filmmaker who let Stroheim teach us to clip geraniums at the end of Grand Illusion...

posted by Peter 1:37 PM [edit]


Wednesday, October 27, 2010

Reading about Daniel Patrick Moynihan in the New Yorker inspires writing. He wrote as a politician intent on shaping the world about issues that concern everyone. His efforts will help restore Penn Station's glory, and the new Penn Station, invading like an alien utility into the interior of the massive 10001 post office, will bear his name.
I remember that post office as the place where Robert O'Connor's father worked. We would go to the local Blarney Stone nearby... A comparable building may be the Union Square Consolidated Edisons Building, tucked away.
In other news, preparing a production of A Question of Solitude, with a great ensemble, by the way, I'm lately getting in touch with my solitary self. That means evaluating, too, the possibility that my creative work is entirely personal and has little to offer others, let alone even improving my own life. But that is the challenge assumed by all artists. I'll continue to move forward.

posted by Peter 9:04 AM [edit]


Wednesday, September 22, 2010

I should reiterate here that Michael Douglas was the subject of this blog's first post. I knew Eric Douglas and that helped draw my attention to the rest of his family.

A limited update follows, because a public posting means that I can even access it... After contributing a suite of music to Maria Micheles's Around the Night Park directed by Richard Vetere at Theatre for the New City, I'm participating in the premier of Myron D. Cohen's The Last Lafayette with two songs written for the script. That will have three performances in three different venues, The New York City Bar Association, The Lambs, and the Cold Spring Public Library... next will be a first staging of the musical playscript, A Question of Solitude. And I have a bit of running around tomorrow with the help of Public Transportation... Hope everything's going well with you... Peter

posted by Peter 7:54 PM [edit]


Wednesday, July 07, 2010

I woke up at 4:15 last night to catch the rest of samson and the vampire woman... I'm sure I've got the title wrong but I was surprised at how readily accessible are the details of this legendary film. The CUNY station ran it... I only watched a few moments. It uses Samson, or rather, Santos's, actual wrestling matches... Then I saw Diane Arbus be Nicole Kidman in Fur... I didn't get to Robert Downey's Elephantisis... Again, there's something about Ms. Kidman I just plain like... she really became quite intimate for Mr. Kubrick and then was really giving her all in that Moulin Rouge musical... damn that botox.. oh, and she did a good job in that spanish ghost story... the visitors? My big issue as a couch potatoe was that Fox Movie Channel is now a pay channel... I'm already paying almost 100 a month for media content they should be paying us to digest... then I went to bed with the air conditioner on and the dreams that followed, other than seeing my grandmother pass away before my eyes with a vision of her in the basement of fox funeral home... anyway, the place I keep going to while asleep is accessible through floor boards... I get in through a cellar hole... we live in a communal building that has secret entrances I access through the ceilings and floors, there are holes near the walls... It was dangerous to arise from them. I had to be careful... How I manage to live with these people I'll never know... there is clearly no supervision... nobody's presence can be traced there... we're off the grid so to speak... Meanwhile, the tall woman next door (in this imaginary village) opened her doors to the cast of Night Park, they all got to see her home and receive a grog bag while I was stuck waiting outside... Wow, a grog bag, whatever that is...

posted by Peter 12:58 PM [edit]

Friday, July 02, 2010

Re: SideWalk July 1st Schedule wow Last night at Webster
Posted by dizozza on 7/2/2010, 2:08 pm, in reply to "Re: SideWalk July 1st Schedule wow Last night at Webster"
There is a pristinely clear recording of our set last night -- of the invasion of the sound spectrum by four Steppes! was that 8 distinct sounds sources? at least... Thank you, Ben! The major moments for me as an audience member... Nan's song, How High Does Your Ceiling Go...beautiful! Nan's rapid performance nuances in her rap songs confirmed for the friends I was sitting with that they were in the presence of a unique and magical artist. And then Tanya O'Debra ran the spectrum of acting and singing, including the birth of Cher, The Bohemian Girl, with "Gypsies Tramps and Thieves," a major song and a personal favorite... THANK YOU! (I refer to it with reverence in our opening number, Almond Eyes...) Tanya, I will accompany you with live piano if you want. When is the next chapter? Sarah M-Kelly opened at the piano... with a sound of sarah mclaughlan in the air... That was Mike Hill's observation. My frame of reference is the song, " I can't make you love me..." yes? "Let's give them something to talk about!" no... Later that evening the science jerks gave an audio visual lecture on the thermodynamics of rock guitar/vocal... So a pretty wild program night with many suprise audience members. We had a reunion with Jean Free whom I hadn't seen in like 25 years...30? On facebook Jean alerted me with a quote from night of the living dead that he was coming in from I naturally thought another person at the bar earlier that night was Jean Free! and that person convincingly played along. I even acknowledged his father for helping establish the solo Michael Jackson venture for Epic records -- off the wall?... yes, i'm off the wall... He said, are you sure you remember me? I kept giving him more memories... like remember when we met Warhol backstage with The Clash... see I'm quite the name dropper... Oh boy... Anyway, I dedicate our show to the establishment of a long overdue federally funded banking program, Truth in Sarcasm... because there is... Peter Dizozza

SideWalk July 1st Schedule wow Last night at Webster
Posted by dizozza on 7/1/2010, 2:14 pm
Last Night in The Darkroom... Happy Birthday, Timothy! Now it's July 1st, your Steppes for the night are = Mike Hill Peter Dizozza Kat Yew Annie Levey At 9PM we're playing at SideWalk on a great bill and here it is: 8pm - Sarah Marzalek-Kelly 9-Peter Dizozza Mike Hill Annie Levey and Kat Yew (THE STEPPES) 10-Nan Turner (nan solo like hans) 10:45-Tanya O'Debra (reading the next installment of her CHER MUSICAL.) 11:30-The Science Jerks (chris anderson &co.- what will he do next?) STEPPES SET LIST We are the Drivers Someday Love Cinco de Mayo The Good Life Gone Away See Me Through Forgotten Cat Let Me Be (With You) Out of My Mind Straight for Your Heart PLUS SideWalk of New York Speak Low Bok Choi Plus special guest audience members, you!!! 94 Avenue A at East 6th Street 212-473-7373 don't you know... Peter 917-915-7635


posted by Peter 12:18 PM [edit]

Tuesday, January 26, 2010

Perhaps before turning to internet movie database or some other links that come up through a click on the google page I can consider what I actually thought of the unique film from 1962 called Jules and Jim, a flamboyant work and one that anticipates some of the charming interaction I know from ken Russell's films. These unique individuals following their own call somehow disappoint me in the end when all that is left is an expression of underlying tension and hostility, or something else I can't understand, in that they drive off a cliff, basically, and that the rules of what can be done with their ashes must be followed... who are these people, and what is the meaning of the German heritage of one of them, well, I suppose he is austrian, and a second world war is brewing as the lifestyles come to an abrupt halt. There is such happiness, joy and beauty experienced in the end result of the film. It is flashing about at images, ever unexpected and certainly there is great sadness in what seems to bring us back to reality, that there is an underlying tension fomenting...Maybe there's something else there. I wish there was because the vision was beautiful, or, what may be my own limitations, hauntingly familiar, and as I am a product of that familiar behaviour, I'd like to see a thriving outcome... well, bringing me back to my own perceptions versus reality. My favorite scene is the slap followed by the laugh. There is a moment of antagonism, one of several where Jules says something that offends Catherine and in my present state I am unable to recall what the comment was. She slaps him. he laughs and the all three laugh... the threesome is a French genre when I think of films of Bertrand Blier, which I haven't thought of for some time. There is another moment when she throws herself in the water... Ms. Moreau, after hearing quotes from Beaudelaire following their attendance of what might have been a strindberg play. the flamboyant Ken Russel style now seems to have its origin in Truffaut. All in all, a yearning arose from the film, and for that I'm grateful.

posted by Peter 8:43 PM [edit]

Sunday, August 16, 2009

EDIT of January 4th, 2010: I have expanded the short last sentences of this post.

Waking up in the early hours of the morning I turned on the TV and saw the end of The Pianist, a mostly silent journey through towns in spectacular states of destruction, before the arrival of the Russions. The closing credits feature a close up of a pianist playing what I thought was a concerto... it's a chopin polanaise for piano and orchestra. The first words spoken thereafter on this IFC channel were announcing an upcoming show... Someone in the ad asked, "Isn't masturbation a form of prayer?" reminding me of the play I'd seen earlier, Viral by Mac Rogers, a Gideon Production. Playwright Mac Rogers articulately takes his audience on a descent into a realm we'd never imagine entering. As it confronts someone's need for suicide, it addresses the state of mind of one who is there... In fact, I thought that state of mind would pervade into others, but no, it is unique to the one character, and the transformed character is a woman who grasps her own identity by rejecting the temptation of the soon-to-be-deceased. I so respect and admire the ambitous scope and risk of the work. Last year's Hail Satan was uniquely humourous in its conviction. Here again there is attention to boss helper domination, but the whole viral enterprise is so enobled that I was forced to confront my general confusion about suicide... The one thing I know in my life is that I'm going to die, so the need for acceleration escapes me. Our material presence exists as a blip in time, although I'm sure it's eternal in some other dimension...Moving right along to the standard fare that inspires me as I attempt a musical coherency for A Question of Solitude was the further return on TV of the Kubrick film, Lolita... You can turn to a Turner Classic movie on demand menu and press play... I always identify Lolita as containing the great example of a real time scene... the diary discovery into the car accident... Seeing th 20 mintues last night I remembered the forbidden nature of human attraction surpassing unhindered attraction. Then I thought, oh, yes, of course, Pianist Director Roman Polanski suffered some euro-ostracism in America for a collision similar to Humbert's... My exposure to Lolita was at an age of, well, 15. At for the quote from the IFC channel that "masturbation is a form of prayer," as it relates to the play, "Viral:" Viral addresses that the collective observation of an event (a suicide) can be achieved through the use of RECORDING EQUIPMENT. It announces a market for recordings documenting the passing from the body of life. The willing participant in a documented suicide is the gold mine. With not a hint of cancer or some other slow torture to rationalize the death decision, the decider decides on suicide... We confront the right to die against the right to life... Our presence or absence makes a great difference in the material world...

posted by Peter 9:17 AM [edit]

Monday, July 06, 2009

Just to change what has been my latest Michael Douglas blogpost, I'm writing now. The East Village was quiet over the 4th of July weekend because the fireworks moved to the west side, a great idea whose time has come, thanks to the anniversary celebration of Henry Hudson. The Hudson River is majestic; The East River is turbulant!

My minimal Time Warner Cable report for the weekend includes some thanks... The Sundance channel permitted an on demand broadcast of "The Man Who Fell to Earth and feel from grace and skimmed both his knees...

oh those days. I really went to the movies then. It was 1976, the 200th anniversary of Independence Day. I remember seeing Taxi Driver, The Fury and Carrie...

I was reading online the various biographies and descriptions of the great acting foursome, David Bowie, Candy Clark, Rip Torner and Buck Henry. My discovery this weekend (Aside from the possibility that the anxiety conveyed by David Bowie was real.) was the musical contribution of John Philips to the MWhoFTE soundtrack. Do you remember when a full length screening of that movie became available? I had already seen it a few times at two hours and loved what I saw... It lacked 20 extra minutes.

I acknowledge that the story of alien discovery and wonderment came to me, not by way of the 1963 novel, but through Alexander Keys' scholastic books publication, The Forgotten Door. Another movie broadcast this weekend was Escape to Witch Mountain, also based on a book by Alexander Keys, which also has a likeable cast.

I don't want to leave out from this litany of titles, The Wild-Eyed Boy from Free Cloud, a song by David Bowie.

The mob chases the alien to the mother ship, or the door, which is why I connect most with The Forgotten Door.

As for Nicholas Roeg and his hilarious casting, I still love the transition scene from space mission to the hidden hotel room. There's a fellow who dives in and lifts his wife out of the pool and onto the pool deck...I thought it was filmed in reverse, but it looks like he really did that.

Another great movie document broadcast on demand this weekend was Oshima's Cruel Story of Youth, an important telling of the doomed lovers' story. It is sad, as is the Man Who Fell to Earth, and equally colorfully vibrant. The Man Who Fell to Earth, though, at its most morose and awful, and it reaches uncharted depths, is just too much fun.

You know, Mr. Bowie got to work with Oshima on Merry Christmas Mr. Lawrence.

Well, I'm sure there are great movies coming out today... I'm just at least 20 years behind, and even when I do see them it's just as likely I will hate them. In fact, hating the movie experience tends to be a good indicator of how much I will love it later... The best recent example is There Will Be Blood.

I also saw a dvd of Orlando, which also plays with agelessness through the passage of time. I think that is a good barometer of the opposite level of cinematic dedication. Everyone can parade around, but if you want to see people in a movie, see The Man Who Fell to Earth...


posted by Peter 10:24 AM [edit]

Tuesday, April 28, 2009

It is helpful to keep track online. So on Monday a plane flew around downtown manhattan for purpose of having as a backdrop the statue of liberty. And it was a beautiful day... just buzzing around with a little jet satelliting it. Somehow that led into the ted kennedy gift of a dog... does this make sense? Everything's going to be fine.

posted by Peter 1:07 PM [edit]

Wednesday, March 25, 2009

Hi, everyone accessible, I'm on another real estate adventure; I think there was one posted here previously... I think these postings are only searchable on my cinema vii mirror site... I'm not sure that this blog is searchable. I hope this posting is helpful to you. As my memory needs constant refreshing I can't begin to measure how helpful it is to me.

It all started March 4th, 1996, the date of death...Anyway, the first advice I have is what started this adventure... it's called "going public," and the public announcement is sent out via the filing of a tax lien on a property... Be aware of that event. Entrepreneurs, be sure to review those tax liens and investigate the status of the property for future foreclosure or for some other way of getting an interest in it.... The name of the case is NYCTL 1998 - 2 Trust vs. whomever... New York City sells their tax liens! Good idea. Popular purchasers of the uncollected debt have names like Expand Co (New Jersey) and JER (Connecticut) and these3 companies pursue collection which announces the property to the people looking at the tax lien listings and that's when the calls begin awakening interested parties... It may actually be possible to show the court caption to an elderly disabled interested party and buy up that party's interest for say... $1,000 now with the promise of more later at the option of the entrepreneur as the research continues and the value of the property becomes apparent. However, the interested party, the beneficiary of an estate, sees a lawsuit caption marked as follows: FORECLOSURE case, it looks like a big debt even though the amount of the lien could be quite small and the value of the property quite high... The awakened interested party sells, or agrees to sell, agrees to agree. The entrepreneur provides a service here in awakening distant heirs... Today is March 25th, 2009...

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Wednesday, December 10, 2008

You've got to ask yourself, why am I publishing my innermost thoughts... is it because I myself can't even keep track of them, or that I can forget them once written?... anyway, all information is out there for the obtaining, and when the volume grows so great, the relevence is lost, unless we choose to be universal, in which case everything emenates from the oneness of us. I don't mean to be a tell tale tattler, but I'm not clueless, either. In general I want mutual awareness. Kundera said the only way to have intimate relationships is to maintain privacy and secrets, and of course my current status proves he's right.

Governor Patterson impressed me last night with his well-spoken speach for Judge Kaye. What an amazing circle is her career, why... why do you think...? She took over for Sol Wachtler, and Governor Patterson who will appoint her successor took over for Eliot Spitzer, and what do Wachtler and Spitzer have in common? They both were unable to reconcile their personal with their professional lives and resigned, and Judge Kaye walks in and out of chief judgeship in the wake of that. Who will be her successor?

Mayor Bloomberg also spoke, and aside from his humor about the gentleman civil servant, reminded us February 14th is his birthday and we'd better call him, all eight million three hundred thousand of us.

posted by Peter 2:12 PM [edit]

Friday, August 22, 2008

Re: Yessay
Posted by dizozza on 8/21/2008, 2:35 pm, in reply to "Re: Yessay"
Thanks for the memory, and the observation that anti-prowess instrumentation from CBGBs punk followed prog-rock. I did not understand Yes words but the sound of their records impressed me. The first impression was from hearing Long Distance Run Around... I hung out with older kids, so I'd hear these records new... amidst the pot smoking (in that row of spanish stucco houses on Fleet Street????). Close to the Edge is my favorite of theirs ("And You and I" is worth carrying everywhere...). Their album packaging was also quite beautiful. Their release of tales of topographic oceans was an exciting current event and it began very well. I can't say I got to the end, though. When I was in high school my band liked Yes but not as much as Gentle Giant, Genesis, Queen and King Crimson. This band, Steak and Potatoes, was proud of their ability to cover these songs. They may have covered Roundabout. So this is Prog-Rock... wow. Rick Wakeman's Wives of Henry the Eighth was interesting... Oh, Emerson Lake and Palmer recorded something called Tarkus, which was interesting and contained a 2 minute piece that surpasses everything called Jeremy Bender. I love their Letter song after Tchaikovsky's. Top moments for me are Supper's Ready by Genesis,, The latter half of Gentle Giant Glass House King Crimson's Fractured one note guitar solo... I'm not sure, they all had similar overlapping names... maybe the album is called Red. This was all british school-boy rock...

posted by Peter 11:19 AM [edit]

Sunday, August 17, 2008

Today is a beautiful August 17th, a Sunday, and I woke at 10 and went to the Mary Help of Christians Church where a somber mood prevailed over a loss of one of the parishiners. Father Joy said the mass. I arrived late enough to catch his Allelulia, as always perfectly pitched in G, leading into the gospel reading, about a woman whose demons Jesus removed at the request of her mother who appealed to him by saying, dogs appreciate scraps that fall from the masters dinner table. Mother and daughter were gentiles and their inclusion was apparently the theme, that all are god's children, and the chosen are the ones chosen to lead all toward salvation, and not just battle fiercely the heathen "other" without regard. I played Whatsoever You Do, Make of Our Hearts a Home, and Amazing Grace

My quest for objective awareness includes all religious explorations. My upbringing still activates me...

Tonight is my Cow City opening, and that piece confronts the awareness of all life forms, including spirits. ("You feel for them." "The true Aspergers makes me capable of designing these.") The universe is in a single room, on a mountain, in a greenhouse cellar, in a meatpacking plant (a humane one..), between a single couple -- I believe in the synergy of two. Of course there are pop elements of a murder mystery with the interchange between victor and victim, predator and prey. It's a sequel to a previous play entitled "(The Expanding and Contracting) O."

I share the apartment with three cats and I see how they reach a peace and balance, that includes both co-existing and attacking each other. They are just restless and active and curious and their universe is here. I'm happy that the apartment has many lovely areas.

The reason I've gone to blogland is the email I received from The WAH Center of the upcoming Milton Celebration through art and theatre, including my own "Paradise Found," which, a month and a half away, is Collaboratively Formulating. Paradise is a resort in Afghanastan. I haven't been there but I've heard it exists, as it existed for Kipling a hundred years ago, when today's hotspots were British Colonies.

Next up, in December, The Chekhov Festival of The Brooklyn Playwrights. I'm adapting the story, In the Ravine.

Then January 9th, the Bentley Kassal show!

Of course I look forward to singing the songs that arise from all the above in concerts at the SideWalk music venue.

And while I return to and learn from the (universe contained in the) familiar, I am ready for an exploration into realms hitherto unknown to me; hopefully to live through it. Cough...

Yes, I attended Oliver's celebration of his third Kidney, transplanted into him 30 years ago yesterday. Of course the Kidney's name is Stanley. He circled the martial arts room demonstrating the Chinese swordplay that signifies different breaths of the I Ching. He's in good shape. (The fellow in the bed next to him got the other kidney and died a year and a half later... )

Let's see how much longer I'll be coughing here. Otherwise I feel fine. Honestly, my eyesight is not too stable. Still the world is bright and beautiful.

posted by Peter 8:51 AM [edit]

Thursday, June 12, 2008

The Mister Roger-nist meets the narcissists and the gearheads, in that order.

The starz channel fills two hours of its premium content-providing obligation with an extended death proof, which means two 45 minutes of build separated by a conversational walk through a hospital corridor. There are single long shots of continuous dialogue and dance, as well as a select group of frames visualizing clinically graphic action moments. A recording of a Serge Gainsborough song ends the movie. A recording of a Lieber and Stoller song provides the lap dance accompaniment. These recordings (from a great juke box!) enhance an ensemble of memorable actors.

posted by Peter 11:23 AM [edit]

Monday, June 02, 2008

all right, I saw some of the PETA video...
Posted by pd on 6/2/2008, 12:57 pm, in reply to "Cow City Theme Song...I have a script..."
I didn't watch much... here are some voyeur lines (at the end of tentagatnet)... they sit watching a movie of some cannibal holocaust, the guy says, "Turn it off... I feel so powerless sitting here," the girl says, "so go back in time and save them." Food ongoing carnage of intelligent beings. The energy released is dangerously powerful... poor victim... poor killer...

posted by Peter 11:32 AM [edit]

Sunday, May 25, 2008

Good morning on this lovely Memorial Day Weekend Sunday. I was up until 2:30 a.m. last night watching "The Chicago Ten" with Bob Fass at Theater for the New City. All right, director Brett Morgan, congratulations. Obviously you can't take your eyes off it. At last I have some idea of what went on then. I recall the days of protests and riots. My friends had older brothers always running off to Washington. That 1968 Democratic convention was a non-communicative mess, especially horrifying considering the revolutionary origins of this country... and what happend in 1968? Humphrey won to lose against Nixon.

TNC's Lower East Side Festival for the Arts runs through Memorial Day in New York City, and it's full of great surprises, this one beginning at 12:30 AM, following the beautiful "Lower Eastside Stories." Much earlier in the evening I saw parts of a film that explained the origins of square dancing, that the swing your partner director was reciting battlefield encounters with Ulysses S. Grant. I see now that this was a mockumentary called "The Bentfootes."

Earlier in the evening I was on the West Side hearing Woon-Sung Choi articulate "Pictures at an Exhibition" on the Merkin Concert Hall Steinway. She also played another Carnival piece, this one of Vienna, by Schuman, (Fauschingsschwank aus Wien). The music in the movie and piano concert were similarly dynamic in range, although the film's score had a very loud playback. The sound design in the film, well, everything about it is a documockumentary accomplishment.

In other entertainment news, Chris Force and Maria Micheles shared a reading night at the Brecht Forum, the way Elizabeth Versalie and I shared one the month before. Chris's play is called "Adam Delved;" Maria's is "Round and Round the Night Park."

I saw an impressive staged reading of Les Hunter's full length play, "To the Orchard."

Cry Baby the Musical turns out to be great. I loved the song collection on the movie soundtrack, which took me until the end of the night to remember. It's a sub-genre of the 50's nostalgia show, the misunderstood Juvenile Delinquent. The lyrics and score, orchestrations, arrangements, directing and sets are great, as are the cast, crew and orchestra performing them. The script reminds me not to confuse John Waters with Tim Burton, although the camp film genre is a treated seriously and sincerely by both.

Quick note on meta data, a CLE lecture taught us that meta data is the record of every word I originally typed and evey change I made in this entry.

Lawyers, there are programs you can feel obligated to buy that can strip clean your meta data. I say, Be Proud of Your Meta Data!

posted by Peter 7:53 AM [edit]

Saturday, March 15, 2008

Kristen, you're gonna be mad at me.
I swear if I see that Bruno again I'm going to kill him. I can't go back to Albany.
All right. I'm not mad at you.
You will be. But I think I know the way to give your career a shot in the arm.
You don't have to do that. You're already paying me.
Well, you're allowing me to explore a beautiful example of the very species to which I am held accountable, and to whom I play a role that can only be described as ministerial.
What do you do again, Mr. Fox? I'm kidding.
If I see that Bruno again, I will murder him and that will just devastate my family. This is better.
What are you going to do?
It's complicated, and yes it involves you.
Is it safe?
No, it's going to pretty bad, mostly for me, though. However, with the pressure mounting, it does provide an immediate out as governor. Your boost into stardom is somewhat secondary.
Thanks. So what's happening?
I've been churning some of my trust accounts, in a small way. The banks wouldn't even notice except I've goaded them into uploading software to detect a pattern in suspicious transaction activity.
How goaded?
I hold them accountable for crimes they fail to detect without it. So they have to report me to the IRS. It looks like I'm being blackmailed.
Why are you so sure they're going to bother checking you?
You know why.
You keep saying how everyone hates you. Why is that?
How many times have we seen each other? You know I'm not one for toadying. They're right to hate me, because I hate them, especially Bruno. It's a problem for me. I've got to get out of this. I'm going to snap at any minute. I'm so sick of plastering this smile on my face.
I'm going to call your wife.
Get her on the phone. Call her cel.
PUSSYCAT (picking up the phone and dialing)
Are they here?
No, my family is home in New York.
I thought we were having breakfast with them?
Next time.
She talks to the phone.
Silda, it's Kristin, that's right, your husband's call girl. What? Yes, he called me. No, through the agency. Yes, I gave him my number. No, he insists on calling them. Here let me put him on.
OWL (talking to the phone)
Silda, I'm resigning from office. I'll be out in a month at the most. Yes it's possible.
No, it's not a lot of effort on my part, I don't have to do anything except churn some accounts and spend a lot on Kristen here, which is one of the reasons I was put on this planet. I know, her CD is great, and the children like it; that's the decisive thing, if it plays well with the young folk, anyway, it's great publicity for her. Yes, I want this more than anything. Yes more than anything I also wanted to govern. It was the obvious next step. It was a mistake. Look, I tried but I can't help it. Sometimes you just don't take to people and when I see Bruno I see red. It's only going to lead to trouble so I'm thinking, we'll help Kristin here, make her the call girl of the century. Why not? It's only 2008. No, I think the Ambassador club will have to go down. Oh, it's the Emperor Club, by the way, like Caesar, not Kissinger. Actually, I, too, am going to have to go down. Why? I'm paying for sex.
You are not. You're paying for my company, but yes I'm very available to you.
Doesn't your fee make you feel a little Pre-disposed?
Yes, pre-disposed to follow your command, oh Emperor, so long as you keep safety a priority.
(Shaking his head, returning to his phone conversation.) Anyway, Silda, I even had her take the train to DC so in effect I'm trafficking over state lines for an illicit purpose. It's a Federal offense. If I'm caught they may fine me, send me to jail, but definitely they'll force me out of office. I know. It sounds too good to be true. No. Right now they think I'm on the take. They're going to be very disappointed, but I've been pretty severe about the sex trade. This'll turn the gun back at me. I'll be forced out of office. Hypocrites will take to calling me a hypocrite and I really won't have done any harm to anyone except myself, especially with regard to sleep deprivation.
You have to wake up early tomorrow?
I have a very busy day. We'll wrap this up in a minute. You probably need to get home, too.

I was hoping to join your family for breakfast.
Next time. I only brought you here to trigger Federal law. I want nothing to do with New York State.
Look, I'm going to go.
Yes. Go ahead.
Don't you want to jerk off on my tits or something?
No, I'm fine. Just hearing you say it is enough. Thank you. Hey, I love that CD. So when the Feds contact you, just tell them everything. I should apologize for putting you through this but if you'll forgive my instinct, I sense that you are up for it.
Yes, Mr. Fox. I can't imagine you abandoning your work.
No, I'm abdicating. If you knew my colleagues and caught a glimpse of New York's future, you'd want to do the same.
I thought the whole point of these trysts was to sharpen your focus.
A good night's sleep would also help.
Good night.
Good night. Silda, are you still there.
SILDA (She is suddenly audible on the other end of the phone line)
Yes. Are you sure this the right thing, Elliot?
It's better than the right thing.
Just let me stand by your side throughout it.
OK. I probably won't take questions, then.
Don't bother. You don't have to. Let them do everything.
Did you just let her go?
Yes, she left. Is that OK?
I hate seeing you blow through your family trust fund.
It stimulates the economy.
But the dollar, Elliot, you're exposing the true value of a dollar.
Please. Good night, Silda. Oh, Silda, what about our daughters, are they going to be OK?
No, Elliot, nice of you to think of them. It sounds like you've already pulled the trigger on this one. Good night.
A sexy dwarf appears offering advice about sex.
Hello, sexy dwarf.
Oh, just call me Mae West!
February 13th, 2008, Mayflower Hotel
from "Client Nine from Outer Space"
A play script by PETER DIZOZZA

posted by Peter 10:37 PM [edit]

Sunday, March 09, 2008

I've got these opening characters, Cis and Ces, from the two endings for the two spellings of Francis/Frances. One of them survives while the other disappears into a mystery void, like the Vertigo couple. The end result disrupts the education at the school they both attend. It's an all boy's school, but Cis and Ces are male and female versions of the same name. Raleigh Horn and Georgina Abbot Masters return to re-enact their ritual of inquiry into matters outside their experience. The catalyst is Raleigh's son who calls on his father from the school overlooking the Hudson river, even though his father is agoraphobic and living across the continent, even though his mother is happily remarried and has a daughter still in kindergarten.

I may be falling into the Sin City trap. I loved the concept but not the film. The title of my project is Cow City. That is the saddest thing, though, going to Cow City. I came across an aspergers story in an Oliver Sachs book, it's probably the title story, about an anthropologist on Mars, whatever that means. It's a horrifying story about designing abitoirs. Arbitoriums? The idea of such a makes me so sad. In fact, I feel an underlying sadness and am at crossed purposes regarding telling about it, even about writing here, and withdrawing into a shell.

Oh wow, and now the airwaves will carry not analogue but rather digital signals, by law. $40 dollars of government funding will go toward each citizen's purchase, if necessary, of a digital analogue converter.

I don't know, and tonight the clocks sprang forward. Tighten those clock springs. Cheer up.

posted by Peter 3:06 AM [edit]

Sunday, December 23, 2007

I was completely engaged by a performance last night at Theater for the New City. I was attempting to connect with my southern Italian druid roots by attending the solstice dance of the Tarentella. The existence and Italian nature of a spider dance was news to me. News to me now is the memory of making passing reference to the word after a visit to Mama Leone’s in 1982. Mama Leone’s was a theater district restaurant featuring a hodgepodge pageant of Italianate cooking and traditions where, after a visit there, I equated the Tarentella with the Mexican Hat Dance. I remember now coming from a Broadway Production called Marilyn which I saw because Debra Dotson was somewhere in the ensemble.

By the way, last night I was coming from an open house at the Ferencz residence. George, the director and his wife, Sally and son, Jack, extended their hospitality to family and friends and I spoke with a few of the Experimenta playwrights, Kim Merrill, Michael Zeitler (Waiting for Mert), and Yasmina Rana (The Warzone is My Bed) as well as the author of the upcoming White Whalers show, Mark Gorman. A fellow named Brian Johnson was moving from helping costume "Is He Dead?" to Caesar's Palace in Las Vegas where Bette Midler takes over for Celine. Meanwhile, Julie Rosier is joining forces with Grace Lee Boggs, and I suppose with Julie's sister, too, to leave New York, to clean up Detroit and spread the good news (which goes well beyond the transition at Caesar's Palace).

This was a night of enjoying old friends directly and indirectly, beginning with Yasmine’s update on Kenny Nowell and Justin Lambert, and their two daughters. Justine’s Looking Glass Theatre was one of Yasmine’s first producers in New York. She heard from Justine that Kenny and I were roommates. Remember, in one of these other posts my mention of Kenny’s adaptation of Wedekind’s Spring Awakening.

I arrived at TNC at 8:30... the 8:00 curtain rose forTarentella in the Johnson Theatre to a packed room with additional chairs already added so Angelina sent me into Queens of Heart by Sabura Rashid, and I'm grateful. There is an important element of salvation there and the voice that comes through to the main character, a voice that is often supressed under the term schizophrenia, is of an acknowledged savior, an elder, a grandmother. The piece includes a therapist's hilarious acknowledgment of spirituality behind and beyond professional therapy, and a general sense that the voice of the playwright is aggressively healing.

At the end of the piece I met Fred (Fedele) Spadafora again. His oil painting of Sabura is in the Theater Lobby along with a few other still life canvases from photographs. He is a photographer and designer who has worked in publishing. For example, he designed the Pro-Choice on Mental Health CD and the privately released Prepare to Meet Your Maker Soundtrack Recordings. He also took photographs for The Marriage at the Statue of Liberty. We went to Otto's Shrunken Head, a Trader Vic bar with music programming by DJ Shred...

While there I got a message from Jeff Marino that he and his family were near and I joined them at an Indian Restaurant. They had just seen The Golden Compass. They came by the apartment. It was a surprisingly eventful evening.

posted by Peter 5:22 AM [edit]


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Sunday, December 23, 2007

इ वास कोम्प्लेतेली एन्गागेद। वहत'एस गोइंग ओं हियर?

posted by Peter 5:08 AM [edit]


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Thursday, September 13, 2007

I was entirely engaged by a work in progress last night, a reading of "Ribbons" at Theater for the New City. This play is a fantastic ensemble piece of naturalistic interaction and bonding occurring under a perfect absurdist catch-all for disabilities. It builds to a rioutous comedic sequence, and continues from that to show the joy of people allowing themselves to connect with one another.

Then I joined Bob for dinner at the Frank restaurant. Earlier that evening Bob had marked a cel phone message for me as urgent because my myspace icon wasn't loading. I hope I was able to transfer to that dinner meeting a fraction of the glow I gained from attending the reading.

Welcome to Haiti! The most generic bit of information I have to relate is that before falling asleep at 11:30 I watched a 1/2 hour of a dvd on my computer of a 1932 independent film called "White Zombie." Waking up at 4:30, I saw the other 45 minutes. Bela Lugosi makes a familiar appearance...familiar if you've seen Robert DeNero play horror.

This achievement of masterful filmmaking probably required the minimalism of its budget.

One scene of dialogue runs 5 minutes without a cut, even when the Dr. character fumbles a line.

The matt montages are awe-inspiring.

The ocean cliffs, the castle, the piano room, are spectactular.

Three soundtracks run concurrent throughout the film.
One: The synched dialogue.
Two: The continuous music, percussion, chanting or crickets.
Three: the synched sound effects.

And it's the first Zombie film!

posted by Peter 1:43 PM [edit]


Sunday, August 26, 2007

Anyone who enjoys accelerated storytelling has a fondness for cartoons, I suppose. "The Boy Who Would Be Queen," an episode of the Fairly Odd Parents cartoon is basically the premise of 2.2.2, Hermaphroditism Through the Ages. Both explore gender switching between couples of the opposite sex.

The cross-over of Fairly Odd likings includes skull crusher comics and goo goo love soaps. I turned on the TV show because the "Fairly Odd" term had already become part of my consciousness when it appeared in my short play about the retired electric train engineers... That play featured Rosa and David, a lovely couple.

The Fairly Odd cartoon episode included a brief voodoo moment of a girl in a mall ripping up another girl's photo and the other girl on a perhaps not too distant escalator, suddenly stricken as if by an invisible lightning bolt, i.e. suffering a stroke. (Strokes are thus named because suffering one is like being struck by lightning?)

In addition to turning the boy into a girl, the Odd Parents have to switch their own genders for the time, apparently at the whim of that boy; is he their son?

In the Fairly Odd Parents, oh it's a mutation of Grimm's fairy godmother...The two sexes with their two languages are called geeks and girls.

This morning I made a reverse discovery. I have another cartoon to credit (Porky in Wackyland inspired "The Last Dodo"), but this latest one is completely after the fact. I continue to write with broad strokes.

The execution of the basic idea is another step in the creative process.

posted by Peter 7:29 AM [edit]


Friday, August 24, 2007

Recent review of events.

I wrote 2.2.2 (Hermaphroditism Through the Ages) to offer a cure for war. The opening lines of Orpheus expanded a quote from George Bush, that "we will not leave until victory is achieved." The additional lines are, "until then I return to my home and my family. Thank you, good-bye..."

Zeus says, "To forestall armegeddon I will turn them into hermaphrodites."

There are three depictions of this metamorphosis, an exchange of plugs for sockets, sockets for plugs, between three couples on three different islands, in three different time zones. The transformation is more than a distraction, it is a defusing of inner tension and turmoil. There is a definition of yoga that it unites the male and female energies, that the practice of yoga is the process of moving toward hermaphroditism.

The mole king calls for the marriage of the three couples before a fresco from Pompei. That artwork indeed graphically depicts the lovemaking implied throughout the piece. I looked closer at this accomplished creation of artist Richard Scott. Incredible. Now what am I supposed to do with it?

The backdrop for the entire play, painted by holographic artist Sam Moree, which is a 10' 6" x 7' canvas, currently hangs across the back wall of my home office.

The mole king character is an independent force. He is a little mole, the recipient of people's calls to the dead.

This is a relatively upbeat and encouraging new musical combined with Ballistic by Ed Malin and Aphrodite by Maria Micheles in "Oh Happy Three," a production of Manhattan Theatre Source for their summer series, Straight from the Source! Directed by Sarah Marck, it ran for eight solid performances.

More fringe update: A stage adaptation of the Ingmar Bergman film Cries and Whispers?

Sharon Fogarty's contribution to the Straight from the Source summer series is "Portrait of the Artist as a Dumb Blonde, a musical in one stupid act." It ran for five performances and received a review last Tuesday from the New York Times, and it was not even a favorable one. Why did they bother saying they didn't enjoy it, especially during the Fringe Fest when they could have used the space to draw attention to something they DID like?

Blinded by Blondeness...After seeing Sharon's show I saw Nelly McKay's show at Joe's Pub. She was at the piano with her piles of music, making that instrument sound great, playing as well as any piano player around. Her casual pure ennunciation and the pitches of her voice were both abrasive and joyous.

I also saw Walmartopia which has mighty fine material. (My typically clueless remark about never having been to the Paris Hilton applies here.)

I read some of Marc Eliot's 1993 Disney bio. (I didn't realize until Mr. Eliot's website alerted me of a controversy that his publisher added a Max Shreck shadow to the book jacket's cover photo of Mr. Disney.) Am I mistaken or does Mr. Eliot ultimately admire Walt Disney's maverick tendencies? In case we're concerned our children are missing out on voyeuristic yearning, there's something out now called High School Musical, which probably uses the same musical theatre gestures found in Walmartopia... Help! I'm just trying to add to what's out there.

Oh, in keeping with my attempt to post useful observations, there was a big building block, it was a former Deutsche Bank building, made entirely of asbestos, opening the boulevard of Hamburg's Reepabahn. I remember walking by it on my way to the Dom back during the early nineties. It couldn't be torn down because of its materials so it just blackened the skyline. I wonder if it's still there.

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Monday, August 20, 2007

The Fringe Fest play, Dirt, was misleading. Is the production an Austrian import? Transferring an illegally immigrated Basra roses peddler from 1992 Hamburg where white faces break glass upon him, to New York City where he yells over the sound of the subway trains, did not resonate fairly... hopefully Hamburg's population is not that hostile either. I kept thinking of Mahfouz's The Theif and the Dogs, and also of Lawrence Durrell's culture shock in his Alexandria series. I hope, anyway, that Dirt or Dreck, by Robert Schneider, did not accurately portray the personality of this City.

This is the second European import I've seen in this festival. The other, Baaah, was also something of a repackage. It is The Suede Coat, by Stanislav Stratiev (1974). Felipe Bonilla, who originated the role of Gormin Dials in TentagatneT at La Mama was the lead.

One more, dare I call it, repackaging... Dan Fogler's Elephant in the Room... based on Rhinocerous by Eugene Ionesco.

posted by Peter 3:23 AM [edit]


Saturday, August 18, 2007

Welcome to the world of blogging... I saw Mac Rogers Hail Satan last night, tone perfect, plenty of writing on it in addition to in it. Such mixed feelings on the dry, light, unwaveringly satirical presentation. Here, from one comment (I think it is Mac's...)... "But a playwright who only writes plays like Ruins or Hail Satan is essentially telling lies by obscuring part of the truth, the truth that the human race is genuinely capable of compassion and empathy and companionship and the accumulation of wisdom. "

Keep up the good work. Yes, I want to see more. This material, engaging on a basic level, establishes your newer, better Omen series. Do you actually want to write more here? The source material is devries bible? (Anton LeVey's Satanic Bible) It's hard for me to distinguish the book from the play. Everyone did such a great job.

I'll write the sequel if you want...

posted by Peter 7:37 AM [edit]


Friday, August 03, 2007

Promise of tens of billions of dollars in us weapons and military aid to fight back extremism at Sharm El-Sheikh, Egypt, by Sue Pleming and Andrew Gray. Before leaving for the middle East, Rice announced military aid to Egypt of 13 billion of 10 years, the same level as for at least the last six years. But Washington is offering Israel an increase of about 25 percent to 30 billion over 10 years. Defense officials saidArabia and other gulf states would get at least 20 billion in arms sales and other help over the next decade but final figures had not been agreed yet.

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Tuesday, June 12, 2007

You can't get away from those Sopranos. "It was sometimes hard to bear the encomiums" (Alessandra Stanley). Skimming the post-last-episode newspaper writings from AM New York and the New York Times, I was moved. Did you know that the black-out scene was a "hit" from the victim's point of view? And as any death should be, it is followed by credits. Can we get some credits rolling?

I credit Tony Hightower for getting my apartment hooked with a cable maybe six months before September 11th, 2001 because when the TV antenna went down with that tragic landfill complex from the 70's... we still had reception (which supplemented our view from the roof), which became an essential part of my life almost up to the present day.

Yes, I watched television as a child... the re-broadcasts of the Flintstones and Lost in Space and those late night screenings of Peter Medak's "Negatives"... and then I watched regularly, from September 2001 until December 2006, favoring (while attempting to follow the news progression from Afganastan to Iraq) first South Park, then Curb Your Enthusiasm, then The Daily Show, then The Colbert Report, and finally, ultimately, Sponge Bob, which leads back to an appreciation of our own nightmares... ever savoring my digital access to The UN Channel by manually entering the number "78" into the cable box.

Media content is still provided to my apartment at a hunderd a month including internet access which I don't even use because I just get it from the air...


Anyway, so at only a hunderd a month I mustv disconnected premium which means I'm missing out on "movies," and hit series like The Sopranos, so my channel serfing led me to watching a Mandarin ballet montage from 8 minutes of Kill Bill...The Tony's were also on... (I love Kenny Nowell's adaptation of Wedekind's Spring Awakening)...

As for not getting away from the Sopranos, last night one of its castmembers, Dominick Chianese, contributed his acting (and singing!) skills to a benefit stage reading of "Nightingale" part of a one act festival that included a clear rendition of my own "Associative Behavior," complete with song, "Somewhere Under the Radar."

And watching Larry Pine in horn rimmed glasses during Mark Mitchell's sci-fi piece that closed out the night, I couldn't help but remember how fond I was of his performance in John Turturro's staging of "A Spanish Play."

With kindest personal regards! pd

posted by Peter 7:25 AM [edit]


Sunday, May 20, 2007

One thing I could remember for next performance is to thank the audience for the accompaniment. Thank you, you are a great audience!

And before they reset my compuserve password, my new answer to the secret security question, "What's your favorite band?" is

"Urban Barnyard."

Today, May 20th, Mary Help of Christians closed to become a Chapel of Convenience. Father Mark sees himself next in Ohio. The R&B guy who moved with the weekend flea market from the MHC yard to the public high school yard said the MHC yard was sold to NYU.

Howard said the funeral home on A and East 12th is not selling.

The parochial school with the Chico Mural will become college dorms?

At least keep the church as a Turino landmark.

The church has steep steps, a tradition in Manhattan. During the packed service, some attendees were pulling the bell rope. At first one of the priests was doing it. You couldn't hear anything. I thought, wow, that's a sound proof entrance, but then some of the bigger fellows came along and, yes it rang and rang until the rope broke. I went upstairs. Howard had gone from the alter to the top floor by the organ. We went to the bell tower, one of two. I climped up to the rafter and attached the frayed horse-hair with my usual knot that pulls against the lower knot, and slipped the rope, which begins as a ribbon through one hole, then downstairs through another then looking from downstairs tieing a little knot in the ribbon, through a hole in the crawl space then someone pulled from below, pulling the length of the rope down. That's a heavy bell.

Cardinal Eagen's name came up today.

Try to remember you have a beautiful jewelbox over there (East 12th Street between 1st and A). The interior colors are a pale gold beige with light blues, it's such a light fresh air church. It's your chapel of convenience. Anyway, I, understatement, recommend you allow for the maintainenance of this charming legend. It never looked more beautiful than today, and thanks, Salesians, for being friends to the friendless. Good point about the batteries that look the same but only some power the flashlight.

Howard heard me play war-is-over songs on WBAI last month. Bob Fass must have rebroadcast his Phil Oches tribute.

Today's service incorporated many beautiful musical moments. They played a lovely recording, "si signore" and during "The Lord's Prayer" sang what I believe was the "our father" words in Spanish to the tune of "Sounds of Silence."

One of the attendees, who usually attends the church on 12th between Avenues C & D said that Bishop Sullivan, who led this service, was a priest to watch.

Mary Help of Helpseekers!

posted by Peter 1:06 PM [edit]

Tuesday, May 15, 2007

I recommend the writing of Pearl S. Buck. Her book, "Voices in the House," is a riotous clash between the compassionate civilized landowner and his sense of intrusion which extends beyond his own extending family to grandfathered servants in his employ. This attorney married the daughter who grew up on the Manchester, Vermont estate. He commutes to the city to at least give counsel to the indicted mobsters in their constitutionally preserved right to assert their defense. Meanwhile people are growing up around him and finding their own way, and one of them has dreams of inclusion that are denied, which creates her imbalance as daughter of the cook.

I remember standing in the dark peering into some diaramas of turn of the century New York, and would have remained there, in fact, did so in my imagination. This girl, of course, truly fits the part of leaving the servants' quarters and luxuriating about the main house. She also learned to speak well and receives favorable verbal descriptions of her general aura of lovliness.

Ms. Buck's reserved and curiously objective descriptions extend to all parties. At some point she pulls back from the main family, the husband and wife, to suggest this is all we can expect from them. Ultimately they explore and acknowledge their part in the bizarre turn of events...

Truly high level bizarre material has transpired by this time, involving a large protective attack dog and even sewing needles ???...

"We didn't just -- let her into the house."

Good idea! Welcome her. We grow from our dreams when we explore them in reality.

At the time of this book's publication, 1953, Ms. Buck was writing under the pseudonym of John Sedges.

To convey the pleasures and insights to be found within, here is an exerpt from the book which illuminates the meaning of Adam's Rib:

"Eve, made from the rib of Adam, was only the legend of the perverse and female moon torn from the side of the newly created globe of billions of years ago, and the gaping wound of the Pacific basin, raw basalt at the bottom, was still unhealed as man himself. And here was the moon as he had seen it last night, whirling above the yearning earth, remote and unreachable, never again to be joined, and yet pulling the earth's tides toward herself, only to reject them again and again in the ceaseless rise and fall of the rhythms of untiring creation. "

I read the 35 cent 1960 paperback Cardinal Edition with a cover that looks like it was painted by Darryl Green.

posted by Peter 12:45 PM [edit]

Saturday, February 24, 2007

I will write an opera, even after seeing the greatness of The Magic Flute and Therese Raquin. Never mind the composers, consider the challenge to the performers. The breath control is strenuous. Their diaphram muscles must be well toned. Both productions, The Met's and Dicapo's, exercised creative staging, capturing the tone and content of the operas, content which is made crystal clear through concurrent titles. I like English language titles to supplement not only German but even English language operas. I'm searching my recollection for an exciting moment of music. When did I recently hear one? I do think Adam Green is inspired, with his oratorio style. I saw him last Sunday at SideWalk. His chords supplement his melodies rather than guide them, and of course, melody guides Tobias Picker's opera, and Mozart's as well. Audiences grant opera drama the time needed for exceptional musical moments to develop. I suppose there was a 2nd act Mozart moment when the Mason members were at rest, contemplating wisdom and beauty. Good heavens, there's actually little I remember from that opera except the hazing, and the fact that the wicked queen night witch was the one to provide the magic of flute and chimes, indirectly perhaps, via her three handmaidens. She also provided the three heavenly soprano boys. And with regard to the sun king, our first impression of him is through his prison guard, who did not represent his master's temperence in the kidnapping perpetrated for purposes of getting someone to join the masons. I can be pretty clueless. Let's see what other indiscriminate demonstrations of incomprehension I can display herein.

The Magic Flute: It's a mathemetician's air display by Ms. Taymor. I only THOUGHT I knew the content of that yogic journey, watching the three hour triumph of the spiritual male triumph over the chthunic female, at least until nightfall.

Therese Raquin: The Postman Always Rings Twice with a Place in the Sun/Leave Her to Heaven drowning. I suppose the opportunity to musicalize a paralyzed mother watching justice self-inflicted by and upon her son's murderers is reason enough to musicalize one of the Zola stories exposing the underbelly of the urban middle class.

My third opera came in the form of the score to The Most Happy Fella, which I took from the Performing Arts Library today. Oh, you were looking for it? Yes, it was me. I'll return it on March 10th. Anyway, it's another opera of sorts and a great series of beautiful character songs. The notation is pristinely playable.

Back to the drawing board. I have some corrections to make on my own scores so that through them the first time player will easily breeze.

(I heavily revised the above today, March 3rd. I just returned from John Turturro's actor's actors Spanish Play. The moment I loved was when the couple (Denis O'Hare and Linda Edmond) lay on the floor watching while another of the five characters (Katherine Borowitz) searched her bag for her melodious ringtone celphone. I liked seeing the two of them laying there enjoying what was going on before them (And since CSC is a theatre with seating against three of the four walls, it may have been only my wall saw it.). Robert Thurman reminded us to love others, like a mother loves her child, and keep learning.)

posted by Peter 9:28 PM [edit]


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Wednesday, January 24, 2007


LEIMAN-Eugene A., died peacefully in his sleep at age 92 on January 20th, 2007. Gene was our law partner for many years and retired as counsel only two years ago. A graduate of City College and NYU Law School, he practiced law for over 65 years, including almost 50 years in insurance litigation at this firm. Gene served as an Assistant District Attorney in New York County under Thomas E. Dewy and Frank S. Hogan, and was a Captain in the U.S. Air Force in World War II. A former Chair of the Admiralty and Entertainment Committees of the Association of the Bar of the City of New York, Gene was also the principal lyricist, song writer, and musical director of the Associations' Twelfth Nights and annual shows for over 50 years. His beloved wife Betty Ann predeceased him; a brother, Harmon, age 83, of Scottsdale, Arizona is his only immedate survivor. Memorial Service will be held at 5pm, February 9, NYC Bar Association, 42 W 44th St, New York, NY.
Mound Cotton Wollan & Greengrass

LEIMAN-Eugene A. The City Bar Entertainment Committee mourns the loss of its beloved songwriter, lyricist and music director. For five decades, Gene was the guiding force behind our annual musical revues. "The song is ended but the melody lingers on." A memorial service will be held at the Association, 42 W 44 St. 5pm, February 9th.
Peter Dizozza, Chair

posted by Peter 10:47 AM [edit]


Monday, January 15, 2007

"Freedom's just another word for nothing left to lose."

Four people read from four copies of the same script and the drama was intensely and hilariously involving. A reading can be the height of theatre... I loved seeing the free reading of Augusta, by Richard Dresser, directed by M. Z. Ribalow at the Players Club (presented by the Players Playwrights Workshop in association with New River Dramatists). I'm writing this to urge the Mr. Dresser to arrange to see this cast working together.

Christopher Ceraso read the part of Jimmy; Patricia Randell, Molly; Laura Heisler, Claire, with Narrative by Rosalind Rita. The play's setting is immediately visualizable... A National Chain Service Provider employs the near-unemployable to clean mansions using the bureaucracy of a self-monitoring hierarchy (everyone pointing fingers at everyone else in a cutthroat climb to an imaginary top). A new supervisor's appointment of a cleaning crew team leader turns out to involve a team of two. The pettiness of the three-person power plays means that a near-cold reading of the script is probably the most effective way to present it.

The actors are perfectly cast, both individually and as an ensemble.

This is one of my favorite evenings at the theatre (memory accessible other two: Elizabeth Ashley, Kier Dullea and Fred Gwynn help perform Mr. Williams original "Cat on a Hot Tin Roof" script at the Connecticut Stratford Theatre, Philip Bosco does Macheath at the outdoor Delacorte Public Theatre 2nd try of the 3P Opera). Thank you.

posted by Peter 8:25 PM [edit]

Friday, December 29, 2006

Songs for the Four Corners of the Room

"Keep Trying" is one.

"Squares One through Four" (another title for the "Square One/Set the Prisoners Free" Song) is another.

For now "Chimney Flu/Heigh Ho" can be the two others.


The conclusion of the assignment of a counting numeral is always an opportunity to examine all that it contains, and the year 2006 is no exception.

Well, for now there is too much hidden meaning in everything I write for me to write an assessment of the year that was. Suffice it to say, in addition to turning a national election tide, and a low level grade of generalized optimism bolstered by a return to interpersonal enlightenment (how upbeat can I be?), 2006 was eventful on a personal level.


In the One Dream stage production of "Legs Like These," in 1989, the director suggested that all the participants would find each other and marry. In retrospect, I see something like that happened to four of them. I wonder how they are today. That composing job for me arose from a recommendation from one of my fellow participants in the BMI Music Theatre Workshop, and it was great challenging fun...


In case it is not already apparent, I have been ploughing through the Memoirs of Tennesse Williams (Tennessee Williams Memoirs "A raw display of private life"--New York Times Book Review), actually reading them after all these years, thanks to Mr. John Waters' recent essay published in the New York Times Book Review. Previously I'd only opened to the index to find some fragment, particularly those on Williams' collaborations with one of the guiding forces of Italian Cinema, Luchino Visconti (What a name that fellow had! It just looks great as a title on the screen.). Tennesse Williams has a credit in Visconti's Senso, a vaguely annoying Italian Nationalism period story of the choice, such as it is, between military glory in the field of battle and cowardice in the field of the bedroom, with tennis player Farley Granger. I guess that story is an expression and examination of challenging human conditions. Furthermore, I guess the weight of Visconti's name connects with the weight of his work product. He was an independent Hollywood. Mr. Williams' book touches briefly on how TW got or gave the film that gratis TW credit; it was in appreciation to LV for making a woman named Maria part of the production. The comprehension test question for readers of the Memoirs is, Who was Maria?

Obviously at this rate I'll never get to a full examination of the Memoirs, which I imagine myself comprehending, so consider this fingernail journal entry something containing the DNA strand to generate an entire human body, living, breathing, interactive. So, thank you, John Waters, for alerting me to the readability of Tennessee Williams Memoirs, illustrative of the personal breakthrough that followed his hobo years. It looks like he used his heart problem to good effect in that it got him, not just out of gym class the way mine did, but out of his job as a shoe salesman.

That's one 2006 personal event worth mentioning, after all those years ingesting oral beta blockers I never had a heart problem. My debilitating palpitations break when I do the opposite of cringe and wilt into them, which is to stick out my chest in silly defiance.


posted by Peter 4:25 AM [edit]


Thursday, November 09, 2006

I saw 54 televised minutes of Mel Gibson's Aramaic Passion Play before becoming completely disagreeable. I love the blue beginning and very much enjoyed seeing a soldier's torch add spectacular color to the blue. It was also a pleasure to welcome back the demons in the desert. I suppose they are always out there, waiting for our imaginations.

It is my recollection that the messiah is indeed supposed to be coming, if he hasn't come already, and many have claimed they were he... Sabattai Zevi is my favorite. What is this coming of the messiah? It accomplishes what? Given expectation of one, it is understandable that when one of us among us takes on the title for him or her self that we might become disillusioned and pissed off from the elevated hopes and inevitable disappointment.

Only the heights of salvation can achieve the depths of despair. Who else wants to claim messiah status? And remind me, what good will the messiah do again? Perhaps his or her coming will release the tension I feel compelling me to write this. Although Paul's success with Rome is undeniable, Mr. Gibson's film is a great reminder that Christianity is a sect of judaism.

posted by Peter 1:06 PM [edit]


Sunday, September 10, 2006

Briefly with regard to visiting West Point, I only cried twice, once after the recruiter urged the posthumous white star recognition for his close friend's father... They pinned it on the soldeir in the battlefield, and wouldn't acknowledge it thereafter. Witnesses still live to confirm... To the children surrounding him as we walked by, overhearing, spellbound by his extemporaneous speech, he said join if you're devoted and passionate, beyond the ability... have the willingness to give yourself. You can take the man out of the military but you can't take the military out of the man.

He walked off with a limp...

It was homecoming for the graduates of 1981, of which I was one, FROM QUEENS COLLEGE, a City University, not a military academy....

The morning tatou of chopper-dropped paratroupers, guiding their chutes as they descended, surfing to the parade field on purple smoke streams, then the afternoon football game where Army mostly loses to dedicated football universities; you see, career football players get a better deal at Ohio's Kent State, but Kent State lost by three points in overtime as the kicked football came sailing at us in the sun.

The Kent State/National Guard incident occurred on May 4th, 1970. It went into Watergate Overtime.

OK, the Army team is called "The Black Knights," no, not Black Nights of the Soul. They have two mascots, the helmutted comic book black knight and the buff mule, muscles rippling washerboard style on the suffocating costume... no problem wearing those outfits for the cadets... the cheerleading girls with black warpaint on their cheeks, throwing themselves across the sidefield, bouncing, flipping, bouncing, moving fast forward, always landing on their feet.

Then the mules parade out during half-time... "A mule is the issueless offspring of a horse and a donkey..." The half-time orchestra covered "Hey Jude."

The great orchestra is sitting in the stands with percussion and horns, playing throughout the game.

Yellow low level horns blow out burial ground elephant calls. The cadets do their push-ups on the field at a touchdown. The girls flap their arms, tiny dancers standing on the the outstretched hands of the strong men.

They played against the Golden Flashes...the name of the Kent State football team.

So The Black Knights beat the Golden Flashes. !!!

Greeting the arriving freshman, blasting Linkin Park, the Eagles, Zeppeline, Modest Mouse... beer and an aromatic Bar-B-Q!

High School graduating military devotees, get to know your congressperson. Each member of congress selects two enrollees a year.

For those black nights of the soul, Bushnell Night Vision! View photons on a phosphorescent screen.

Free army visor with a completed Visa application, and you'll need the visor for the sun.

All the fodder for a wonderful essay, right here in semi-comprehensible phrase scraps... Thank you.

posted by Peter 9:35 AM [edit]

Wednesday, August 16, 2006

100% Community Betrayal

I actually love watching baseball but the pro-leagues lost me during a strike the teams held some time ago.

Sorry this is so late but today's groundbreaking is like hitting me over the head with a hammer.

The young audience members at Yankee Stadium can take their bats and balls and catchers mits and go out to the fields of Maccombs Dam Park, their PUBLIC PARK, where they can play their own game, learn from the pros across the way and maybe someday, themselves play in the big league stadium next door...Yippee! Oh, no, this sport is for professionals. Let's build a new stadium where the park is and give the local kids the old stadium as a memorial to baseball embalmed.

This concludes the credibility of the very well spoken and intelligent Mayor Bloomberg.

posted by Peter 6:17 AM [edit]

Tuesday, July 25, 2006

Enough moaning. The serious issue of "tenancy and home" needs to stabilize in fairness to all parties, but with regard to my own living quarters, thank you for your kind consideration. Now it's up to me to make it work.

Meanwhile, welcome, another million people, to the population of New York City!

Guess who loves New York? I do. Peter Dizozza

posted by Peter 10:19 AM [edit]


Monday, July 24, 2006

The 315-321 East 12th Street buildings are just east of the Elizabeth Home for Girls.

Let's see the old map.

Stuyvesant's farm extended to Tompkins Square Park.

His street, the one that bisects the East 9th and 10th Street grid between 2nd and 3rd Avenues (where St. Marks Church is) bisects East 11th and East 12th between 1st and 2nd.

Oh, I can read the map now! What a wild goose chase. All this time I thought the map read "St. Marlos," it actually reads "St. Marks."

Stuvesant street ran along the border of St. Marks Cemetery. My apartment is built over the North corner diamond of old St. Marks Cemetery...

That makes much more sense.

posted by Peter 1:15 PM [edit]


Sunday, July 23, 2006

July 23, 2006

Dear Sir:

I am having another sleepless night here in your apartment.

Does government rent regulation law so forcibly affect your speculation plans that you must make a “free market” offer to your unregulated tenant that is that much more financially debilitating?

You are forcing me to buy or leave my home of 17 years without regard to what I can afford because it is what the letter of the law allows.

You are acting within the letter of the law even though my apartment is part of the 86% of shares in a “non-eviction” cooperative residence plan that have remained unsold for 17 years while the real estate market rose precipitously, and while the tenant therein, me was ever told he could only rent, never buy.

You, as incorporator of an LLC formed to be the third “purchaser” of UNSOLD shares, pay a monthly maintenance of $872, to yourself as managing agent, while I pay $1,625 to you.

Although in your final offer you allege to have “shot your wad,” and “tapped yourself dry,” please note that in order to fulfill upon your offer, I must do the following:

Because I can only pay $75,000 of your purchase price, I ask a bank willing to underwrite mortgages in a less-than-51% owner/occupied building to lend me the rest.

After closing, my monthly payment will be $872 to you and $3,128 to the bank.

Rather than paying $1,625 a month, nearly double your maintenance cost, I will pay, at a minimum, $4,200 a month, for the next 30 years.

If that is your idea of free market negotiations with people and their homes, then re-exam the GBL Article 23-A language, which you swore the attorney general you would uphold. This is the same language you say housing judges in Manhattan will ignore based on an appellate term decision involving a tenant who took possession of an apartment 5 years after it went "Condo."

First let's look at a dictionary.
The holder of UNSOLD shares in cooperative corporation is NOT a PURCHASER:
"Sold" means "to be purchased."

You swore to the attorney general to comply with this language.


NY CLS Gen Bus § 352-eeee (2006)

§ 352-eeee. [Expires June 15, 2011] Conversions to cooperative or condominium ownership in the city of New York

1. (e) "Non-purchasing tenant". A person who has not purchased under the plan and who is a tenant entitled to possession at the time the plan is declared effective or a person to whom a dwelling unit is rented subsequent to the effective date. A person who sublets a dwelling unit from a purchaser under the plan shall not be deemed a non-purchasing tenant.

2. (ii) No eviction proceedings will be commenced at any time against non-purchasing tenants for failure to purchase or any other reason applicable to expiration of tenancy; ...
(iv) The rentals of non-purchasing tenants who reside in dwelling units not subject to government regulation as to rentals and continued occupancy and non-purchasing tenants who reside in dwelling units with respect to which government regulation as to rentals and continued occupancy is eliminated or becomes inapplicable after the plan has been accepted for filing by the attorney general shall not be subject to unconscionable increases beyond ordinary rentals for comparable apartments during the period of their occupancy. In determining comparability, consideration shall be given to such factors as building services, level of maintenance and operating expenses.

187 Misc. 2d 243; 721 N.Y.S.2d 459;
2000 N.Y. Misc. 573,
Park West Village Associates, Respondent, v. Chiyoko Nishoika, Appellant, et al., Respondents.
# 99-562
187 Misc. 2d 243; 721 N.Y.S.2d 459; 2000 N.Y. Misc. 573
October 26, 2000, Decided
LEXIS OVERVIEW: Appellant entered into possession of the apartment at issue under a lease agreement five years after the residential building premises underwent a non-eviction type conversion to condominium ownership. The lease agreement expired, and respondent landlord brought a holdover action. The appellate court held that, in light of the legislative purpose underlying § 352-eeee, appellant's post-conversion leasehold did not fall within the statute's reach.

posted by Peter 2:51 AM [edit]

Friday, July 21, 2006

"Tryin' to make a dollar out of thirty-two cents."

In purchasing the shares entitling me to lease my apartment, financial debilitation is not my only concern. I asked the seller's attorney for permission to review the coop minutes for the last three years. She referred me to the anthropologist who sold his interest in the building's unsold shares after his decade of using them for rent income.

Six months after selling (and not to me, I might add), he still attends the coop meetings. His Park Square Associates are still the managing agent for the building, although Arthur, sole principal of the newly formed LLCs created to buy the unsold 86% of the building's coop shares, is president of his own perfectly good managing agent company, ABC Realty.

A great luxury renovation is to commence upon the facade and hallways of this six story walk-up. Who will be in charge? Will it be someone sensitive to cosmetics or to the long-term residential aspect of the building?

And speaking of quiet enjoyment, one of the traditions of this landmark lower east side six-story tenement neighborhood and of this building in particular is its ever potential structural demolition via sound-waves from the floor to ceiling speakers connected to the dj system in the cellar.

It is notable to consider the success of sonic defense weaponry in warding off pirates on the high seas. Apparently a well-aimed sound blast can trip a heart attack.

Could there not also be a frequency, which only floor-to-ceiling speakers ensconced against the cellar walls are capable of amplifying, that compromises a building's support foundation?

Every solid object has a rattle note.

Are low frequency sound waves what produce the layer of white dust here, or is it the pneumatic renovation drills?

This building celebrates its centenary, but the land beneath it has a much longer past and I have some maps that will help decipher it.

As for the great WPA movie personifying a tenement building -- giving it a life of its own, so to speak -- I recommend, at every opportunity, seeing Sylvia Sydney play an activist who does her best to care for her increasingly demented younger brother, played by Sidney Lumet, in "One Third of a Nation."

posted by Peter 7:22 PM [edit]


One of the benefits from reading the writing of Hannah Arendt is her unleashing of the English language as instructive. As I found myself saying with my limited reading of the works of Freud, I would call her writing Great Literature.

And I'm, of course, currently in the enviable position of feeling pressure from human forces external to me, which excites the hell out of me if, if, if, I CAN WRITE ABOUT IT.

For previous chapters in my East Village Residency I refer you to the controversial song cycle with monologues and mini-play entitled, "Pro-Choice on Mental Health." For an update on the contact address listed on that album, 321 East 12th Street, Apartment #8, look no further. Here's the story thusfar.

The Rhodes Scholar anthropologist investors for Oscar Gruss were the first to buy my home's unsold securities, in 1995. These Gruss wonderkids are the two Michaels who put the Lenin statue on top of Red Square (It's a Beetlejuice-designer building on Houston Street). Although Michael Rosen is the more published Pace University Professor, the memories burned in my mind are with my encounters with the furtive Michael Shaoul in 1995 after he sent me a lease renewal nearly doubling the rent I was paying.

Watching my friends move out (Under unregulated leases they were being subjected to eviction and unconscionable rent increases from a generically named managing agent, "Park Sqaure Associates.") I said, sell it to me, but they would only rent, never sell, which they did for 10 years. After coming to terms on the lease, in fact, most fairly, I remained for the eventful decade that brings us up to the present.

They really were pretty fair, although there had to come a time when they cut off personal communication.

During our meetings, Michael Shaoul was not at all devoid of appreciation for my artistic side with my monthly piano set at SideWalk, and my theatre work at La Mama, then of my liaison work with the City organizing the East Village Singer/Songwriters' yearly outdoor concert in Tompkins Square Park (This year it is Saturday, August 12th.)

My rent under Bernadette Mineo's lease in 1989 was $789. In 17 years it went up to $1,625, which I currently pay, Month-to-Month, so I am a testament to the possibilities of a free market tenant/landlord relationship. Yes, the identical shares (numbering between 1440 and 1470) assigned to apartments currently under rent regulation therein are, well, let's see the schedule. $197, 631, 526, 741, 305, 132, 628. hmmm... and the monthly maintenance assigned to those shares is between 836 and 884. So at least my rent payment is covering the maintenance paid by the purchaser of unsold shares plus $753 a month, said 753 going where? It is paid to the MANAGING AGENT, the same people who under an LLC are the holders of the unsold shares.

In a coop conversion, the Landlord sells his building to a corporation, then, under his own corporate name, may buy UNSOLD shares in the corporation. If he vows "non-eviction" he may buy as much as 85% of the building, thereby getting that 1903 built tenement building out of government monitored rent regulation.

Since the landlord became the holder of UNSOLD shares, the appelate term court in Manhattan contorted the conclusion that he is a PURCHASER under his "plan," and therefore no longer bound to his non-eviction promise to his post conversion tenants.
(The appellate term applied NOT the language of the General Business Law governing coop securities, but rather the legislative INTENT producing it...)

The words applied to such a transaction look like this: With a closing date of October 29th, 1989, 315 East 12th Street Associates sold its building to 315-321 Apartment Corp., a corporation in which they momentarily sell 15% and hold unsold 85%of the shares. They will eventually hold 86% after they foreclose on the purchasers who were over-optomistic about paying the monthly debt service and maintenance, taking back AS UNSOLD those purchased shares that helped qualify for the conversion.

This foreclosure, of course, refers back to the Keith Feibush story in "Pro-Choice on Mental Health."

I saw Law Review articles on illusory coops suggesting that 10 years of pure rental activity raises the inference: Cooperative Apartment Plan Abandonded.

At the 10 year mark, Oscar Gruss/Park Square Associates/PSA 321 East 12th Street LLC sold its unsold shares to Arthur Cornfeld/East 12th Street, LLC/ABC Properties/ABC Realty. The tenement's going luxury. It's time for me to buy or vacate. The market's getting shaky, look at those interest rates, look at that glut of new apartments and conversions. Forget about yesterday. TODAY, the gatekeeper standing in the doorway between me and my home is selling.

My current calculation for my lowest monthly debt service and maintenance nut for the next 30 years after a $75,000 down payment is $4,200.

How did I come to live on East 12th Street between 1st and 2nd Avenue on the isle of Manhattan? What am I doing here? Why does the value of the US dollar and money in general continue a precipitous decline without anyone noticing?

Let's consider all that in the next installment.

My albums, including "Pro-Choice on Mental Health," are available through itunes, CD Baby,, and Amazon.

posted by Peter 7:25 AM [edit]


Thursday, July 20, 2006

People call me with bizarre problems, because I work as an attorney, an associate at a law firm specializing in personal injury, particularly those arising out of motor vehicle accidents. What a bizarre accident I just heard about. Driver and passenger in a car were having an argument when its passenger pulled the emergency brake (lovers' quarrel, accusations of betrayal and infidelity?), this on the West Side Highway near dawn, while the car behind them was doing 80.

All miraculously sustained minimal injuries in this short stop rear-end highway smash-up. Amen.

I listened, I shared my experience, but when push comes to shove, what are my skills? Jerry, successfully settling at trial today, reminded me he can make people look bad under cross examination. He's a former legal aid trial attorney who has discounted testimony from the toughest witnesses the prosecution could offer. I suppose he has a gift that threatens, that results in the profitable outcome once he reaches the standoff, the front lines of the battle.

That ability to threaten victory under pressure sustains the office where I work, paying the salary for me and his seven other employees, even as we sustain him, sending him forward to that crisis point.

My results tend to be considerably less threatening, unless I threaten people with my thinking about them.

What can I do that no one else can?

Let's see, I can absorb and tolerate worry and aggravation as I "happ'ly wait for my next happy moment."

What are my goals? James Chladek, during my 15 minute New Yorker interview last night, asked, where do I see myself in five years? I said, I see myself living in Manhattan, with my shows running with lives of their own, and a country place to work and raise a growing family with my loved one.

Well, facing eviction or financial debilitation, I acknowledge that, in fear of ridicule, I have ridiculed just about everything I could have held sacred in my life,

Even the term "loved one" used above carries with it the funeral director's dearly departed connotation...

My life, my priorities, my loves... my belief is, they, me, everyone, we all withstand ridicule.

I was bullied as a child. I never reached the stand-off. I ran home, then resented my parents when they lost faith in my ability to take care of myself.

Wounded, I act wounded, attracting the similarly wounded and sometimes appearing to reject what I perceive to be their wounded offer of assistance. I'm afraid.

I read on a church's outdoor marquee during last week's Jitney ride, and I paraphrase with my usual gift of faulty memory: "Jump. Sometimes you have to build your parachute on the way down."

Then the song reprise begins. "We're in this love together."

We are all in this universe together.

posted by Peter 2:49 PM [edit]


Monday, June 26, 2006

Hello. Yes, I continue to be Up In Arms... "Up In Arms" is the title of Danny Kaye's first film, and probably the only time his manic energy was matched/tempered/balanced by a uniquely musical female lead, Dinah Shore.

Look, I've been dealing with pressure from work and the apartment and all I ask Dick Parsons to provide for my 144 dollar a month cable bill on the rare occasion when I would sit down for more than an hour and relax and actually watch something worth watching coming from the premium digital cable television, is that his cable provide an uninterrupted digital stream broadcast, not this jamming and scrambling of random stills and missynched sound that Turner Classic Movie Station broadcasted last night from 8PM to 9:30....

Manic Depressive Pictures Presents
"Hello, Fresno. Goodbye!"
Produced by Manic
Directed by Depressive
And hopelessly jumbled by Time Warner Cable's premium digital television stream.

As for the increasing homogeneity of media content, gentle readers, please, another time...

posted by Peter 11:45 AM [edit]


Thursday, February 09, 2006

The Movie Experience at the Film Forum, February 7th, 2006

So often, my backlog of interests guides my actions, such as wanting to see all the films of James Whale and Val Lewton, and I’ve at least heard of the director, Edgar Ulmer. A film of each comprised the triple feature at Film Forum last Tuesday during the Karloff festival. One present day development comes to mind, my preference for stories told in an hour and fifteen minutes. I suppose the more gruesome the subject matter, the shorter the better. It’s amazing how eventful the time can be. Ultimately, though, I did spend four and a half hours at the movies, basking in the reflected glory of 35mm prints, one, The Old Dark House, from the archives of our own Library of Congress!

I intended to miss “The Black Cat” and when I arrived there, that was the one starting.

When I bought a ticket at 2:40 they warned me that the theatre was almost full. When I left at 7 a crowd of people waited to get in and the line for standby tickets extended half the block.

The art deco home of an architect portrayed by Karloff, built atop the remains of a fort that 10,000 people defended to the death, made use of overhead fluorescent light, giving the actors from the 1930’s a shadowless pallor, as if they were in a bland office of today.

Boris’s reward for his nasty behavior toward his guests and colleagues was to be stripped to the waist and flayed by Bela Lugosi.

In a parlor with a bay window overlooking the Alps, this film, “The Black Cat,” staged a chess match for the lives of the young couple, so “The Seventh Seal” of Ingmar Bergman comes to mind.

I want everything to be pleasant and harmonious, yet it remains my intention to make a horror film, so I found these films to be worthwhile. I justify fantasizing by adding conflict to the fantasy. I deny myself what I want for purpose of exploration and growth, yet I’m too frightened to actually live conflict. I’m simply considering an invented reality, such as a novel or a movie, or an audio recording.

In the Maxfield Parish Elysium I put a snake in the grass just to keep it real. Dave Chapelle shared, in a 2004 rerun last night, what happens when keeping it real goes really wrong.

The fly in the ointment.

In Storm Cloud I pretended I was famous through an alter ego, Kevin Vargas, but chose to explore giving him everything I wanted by adding a fear of exposure to the fame, yes, in the ugliest way possible. Sure the casualty is supposed to be a misunderstanding, but someone in his film Dies and the unpleasantness, the reality of the fantasy goes well beyond my capabilities.

The Robert Wise adaptation of Robert Louis Stevenson’s The Body Snatchers was gruesome. Take me back to Disneyland! The Satanism of the Black Cat is consistent. Guess what, facilitating destruction upon others brings it ten-fold upon oneself. That’s easy. I’m not entirely convinced Karloff didn’t want to be flayed by Lugosi.

I actually want peace and harmony, which I see existing in nature. The mere finding of a cause worth dying for is enough to call the confrontation upon oneself.

There is a crossover into beauty one finds in a horror film that may be worth exploring, but what are the emotions that support it? Has the director crossed over into an embrace of nastiness? I haven’t seen “Carrie” for many years but I recall how utterly hilarious I found the hand reaching from the rubble matching the hand from (Amy Irving’s) mother, and the music pounding away. In retrospect I’ll call the Carrie finale a reasonable victim backlash. It’s a warning of victim victorious, with the caveat that the expedient way to put destruction to rest is to put all its participants to rest.

posted by Peter 1:32 PM [edit]

Friday, November 11, 2005

Galapagos Introduces Sara Silverman... Not Catholic so she needn't feel guilt for her thoughts

On Wednesday, November 9th, they actually took two little 35mm projectors and showed her movie. It was a free screening so I can't complain that they only played the secondary soundtrack, which means you couldn't hear the words to the songs.

(Gene Stavis explained: "Undoubtedly they were playing the optical track and were unable to synch the digital tracks which are common today. Or, perhaps, the equipment they used was of an older type which does not properly reproduce a more modern red track.")

It has a great escalating opening from a drab apartment room to the big stage.

"American Airlines: First through the towers."
Ron Jeremy keeps his pinky out "'cause he's classy."

She takes cluelessness to the level of high art. As a narcissist, she has also mastered the art of expressing heartless compassion.

Despite her obvious capacity for empathy, she has one weakness, the desire for a pretty jewel that is only found on the tailbone of Ethiopian babies.

We make fun of people we're not afraid of.

"I'm not racist, I speak facts. You can't smell yourself..."

And now, I keep returning to the following issue.... What is pornography?
Hem haw, I KNOW it when I see it.
She doesn't, thank heavens! A&E were cast from paradise not because they were naked but because they KNEW they were naked.
In other comedian news: Apologies to Robert Shapiro for my mistaking him for his brother, Rick on Monday by the 6th Ave Bus stop... SORRY! Jeez.

Then there's the wit & wisdom of the Drew Blood...

posted by Peter 10:58 AM [edit]


Tuesday, November 08, 2005

From the point of view of Cupid, David Souter (GHW Bush USSC nominee, 1990) and Harriet Miers (GW Bush USSC nominee, 2005) were a match made in heaven.

On to other matters.

Oh, vote!

In very local news, the New York County District 60 voting machine at the Sirovich Center accepted four choices for Mayor.

I discovered this today at 10:00 AM while considering a vote for the "Rent Too High" party candidate for the position of Public Advocate. He was actually one of the candidates bunched in for Mayor.

The levers should lock after the maximum number have been pulled. They did for all the other choices.

I only voted for one Mayor, but I could have voted for four! I was actually inarticulately upset by this but did manage to convey the discovery to the pollers.

My getting upset tends to help no one, unless it is my intention to achieve the opposite result.

In more general local news, say good-bye to mechanical voting machines.

Do you suppose this evening will bring any election result surprises? I do not.

And thank you, New York 1, for last week's full week profile on "Top" Independent Party Member Fred Newman. What was the connection again?

posted by Peter 10:20 AM [edit]

Tuesday, October 04, 2005

Oedipus was a detective in search of himself.

How could Harriet Miers know her path was his as she led her search committee toward the next Supreme Court Nominee?

How could I know how similar to Jackie Mason I would feel in expressing that parallel?

Is a "how could you" question answerable or rhetorical, asked by someone making a point?

Yet I ask it.

-- How could you? I can't even look at you. Don't let it happen again.

Sunday, October 2nd from 5PM to 6PM at the Bryat Park Book Fair, continued.

As for my Book Fair report, following Art Spiegelman in the New York Times Book Review tent was Pamela Paul to personally introduce us to her new book, "Pornified."

If you sense a kinetic energy in your hotel room, then perhaps it's because, sniff-sniff, it's been pornified!

In case I was not already alarmed by my potential comments about a hundred million dollar industry, following Pamela Paul and a summer camp break with Christopher Lehman-Haupt, was author Ariel Levy, introducing her new, red book, Female Chauvinist Pigs, describing her undercover work during the spring break shoot of a show called "Girls Gone Wild." (This show, immortalized by Larry David in a Curb Your Enthusiasm episode, is mostly comprised of minimally solicited public-breast-bearing "reality" clips. In syndication, perhaps it should rerun as "Girls Went Wild.")

If I add anything to the self-perceptions of the "wild" ones whose body displays were freely offered to cameras in those episodes -- especially to those who masturbated –- it is this suggestion; rather than being victimized in retrospect, consider the respect you offered to a 100 million dollar industry and its customers by mooning them.

Perhaps there are times when the act of observing something does NOT change it. Let voyeurs watch. The power to change in their observation is negligible compared with a scientist looking for an electron through a microscope.

Yes, bodies are fascinating, ever-surprising in their breath-taking beauty, and worthy of time spent looking at them.

No, I haven't seen March of the Penguins, but I'll bet we benefit by observing them, too.

If pornography is images of people who prepare and present themselves and others in various displays of sexual arousal then, yes, the world is pornified.

But what is pornography? The knowledge of it, like the knowledge Adam and Eve acquired about being naked in the Garden of Eden, was contained in the definition; "I KNOW it when I see it."

The standard has become what a community/planet will tolerate.

Perhaps for sexual arousal to be pornographic a measure of self-hatred is required.

Pamela Paul's featured video description was of “sheiks” clenching Abu Ghraib prison photos as they surrounded the military-garbed woman they held responsible.

In this video after a suggested decapitation they drench the woman with their self generated kinetic fluids.

“Masturbatable,” perhaps with self-hatred. Consider, in response to the blinding rage "generatable" from the previous near-dada description, how powerful emotions (i.e., hate, love...) readily couple with physical feelings of sexual (reproductive) arousal.

-- Don't just stand there, do something.

-- I can't. It's on film; it already happened.

-- How could you? I can't even look at you. Don't let it happen again.

posted by Peter 8:23 AM [edit]


Monday, October 03, 2005

To write one of these MD posts I like to have some kind of general interest update to share.

I just returned from a day of jury duty in 2d Dept. Federal Court, and no I wasn't picked but I was among the first called to join a panel seated within a beautiful courtroom jury box after watching a hypnotizing video projection. I didn't catch the video title but it was directed by Jody E. George of the Federal Judicial Center and screened in double projection with capital-letter-captioning, white on black.

"We're going to show you a film. What the film does is give you a brief idea of what it's like to do jury service here in Federal Court."

Yes, it cast a spell upon all, turning random individuals into prospective jurors.

Only by the judge saying these magic words, "You are excused," may the juror spell be broken, and he did to me, so I missed out on determing the controversy raised by Ralph Lauren suing Jordache and the United States Polo Association for trademark infringement of the double horse logo, which I confess I cannot picture.

The judge conducted the voir dire of the jurors as the eight attorneys and two rows of interested observers sat with senses on alert.

"Do you rent or own where you live?"

In addition to clearly establishing the trial schedule, Judge George B. Daniels asked other probative questions, and unearthed amazing coincidences. (i.e. My husband is a partner in the plaintiff's firm, I'm friends with one of the defense attorneys (waves exchanged) and I just submitted an opposition brief to your honor on another matter., or -- I provided fringes for Lauren clothes, I met him often and yes, he was very good to me., -- Or, most generally, my attorney suffered a psychotic episode and was disbarred during my med mal trial.)

A jury of eight was quickly, impressively, and admirably had.

I went for lunch to the corner dim sum place and ran into the owner of a sea food restaurant, "Up the River," in Westley near Mystic. He and I struck up a conversation because I couldn't help noticing that his shirt had a bright polo insignia of a man on a horse swinging a mallet. Now there's an original trademark for a polo shirt.

Look, if you invest, time, money and effort in some(any)thing, then you should have at least the modicum of self-interest (and intelligence) to create a defendable ownership stake in it...

The jury service waiting time after lunch was an opportunity to read the daily free paper, "AM New York." A brief article within it speculated about the identity of Bush's next supreme court nominee. Will it be his former personal attorney?

Again, if you, the term-limit-public-servant, have a choice discretion, you may also wish to factor self-interest into the equation.

Suddenly here appears a general header for everything I write:

Dear gentle reader, I don't readily access past sensory observations as readily as I access the internet so an additional purpose served by this writing is to refresh my memory.

Furthermore, my undercover expose' tone (like I'm a spy on the "Girls Gone Wild" shoot) is a reverberation from what I enjoyed yesterday afternoon when I attended -- and forgive me because any literature distributed at the event had run out by the time I arrived at 5PM -- some kind of book fair at the park (Bryant) behind The New York Public Library.

Multiple tents were up, plus a carousel! One tent had a waiting line extending throughout half the park, because a panel discussion by New York Times Op Ed writers was soon to ensue within.

Another little tent was wide open for seating. I heard the buzz word, Heidegger, and asked a distinctively tee-shirted attendant. She said that speaking in there was Harry Frankfurt (I am only now realizing that the City of Frankfurt is his surname) reading from his philosophical treatise "On Bullshit." (on dancer on donner on prancer...).

The word "Bullshit" still has its punch as a period, a conversation stopper, or at least, as an argument starter.

Mr. Frankfurt's primary observation is that the bullshiter simply doesn't care if what he says is the truth in contrast with Iago, that liar, who does.

He concluded by reading from his treatise what I will paraphrase as follows: Our general acceptance of bullshit means that we, yearning for its substitute, discern and respect sincerity. A person whose expression holds the ring of truth, from being true to him or herself, is the final exemplar of bullshit, because in truth, no matter how true to ourselves we sincerely are, reality exists apart from our perception and expression of it.

I agree, even as I, with all my sensory caveats, seek clarifying expressions of reality.

That little reading tent was like The New York Times Book Review, Live, and I kept getting up, and then sat back down after they announced the next author.

I knew of Harry Frankfurt's book, as well as Pamela Paul's Pornified and Ariel Levy's Female Chauvenist Pigs from the past year's New York Times Book Review. And the novel The Mad Cook of Pymatuning was read by its author, Christopher Lehman-Haupt, a reviewer of books for the New York Times.

As for the Target Logo appearing within the New York Times banner behind these authors in the little tent, although it remains unclear what the "Target" trademark represents, I am familiar with it because its trademark holders, whoever they are, had bought out an entire New Yorker issue’s ad space for red and black graphics, making that issue so obviously a collector’s item that I promptly threw it away.

Also appearing within the tent was the amazing Art Spiegelman. He followed Mr. Frankfurt and I sat down in disbelief immediately upon hearing his name as I greatly admired Maus and enjoyed his attention-grabbing New Yorker Covers. He crucified the Easter Bunny over some tax forms and illustrated the slurp kiss between two people who would more likely share an employer/employee relationship, among other covers suggestive of George Grosz paintings. Mr. Spiegelman did the black on black World Trade Center cover in the wake of their demolition. What better person to do the cover? Not only does his family live two blocks from the calamitous site but his is wife the cover editor for the New Yorker. After his presentation he went to sign copies of his "graphic novel," In the Shadow of No Towers.

I am sorry to only now think of asking him, does he have any update on the activities of his fellow Raw comic book artist, Mark Beyer?

I must go now. MORE LATER...

tail-end notes...

Supposedly you could get your book appraised from professional booksellers at this fair; someone showed me multiple hardcover first edition copies of On The Road. No, I could not imagine what they were worth and thanked him for letting me look at them.

Somehow, the idea that buying a 15 dollar N.Y.T. tote bag would entitle one to enter an area of, and fill the bag with, gently used books was vaguely annoying.

Oh, thank you for telling me about the book fair.

posted by Peter 1:44 PM [edit]


Thursday, August 25, 2005

Movie making consists of capturing and communicating an experience not otherwise safely available to our senses, at least not in this lifetime. One such experience is a visit to Vegas.

Vegas is infinitely trashable.

I've never been to Vegas, and movies that use it as a backdrop lessen my desire to visit... Bugsy, The Godfather Part II, Casino, Leaving Las Vegas, the Tristan Isolde segment of Aria, Oceans 11, and The Cooler. Any others?

Yet Vegas inspires a degree of greatness in those films.

posted by Peter 8:12 AM [edit]


Monday, August 22, 2005

As he does most every day Jackie Mason on August 18th, 2005 presented himself on the Broadway stage, making observations and asking people, challenging them with the question, "Do you understand this?"

Thanks to an attorney friend at 13th Street Rep, I finally saw Jackie Mason.

I wanted his take on current events, and will probably get that by tuning into his comcast radio show. My favorite observation was a pure joke about job discrimination and fat people... fat people can't get a job. Fat people are starving to death. Do you understand this?

He criticises to improve. Would he if he didn't care? No. He loves this country.

He uses dirty words because he recognized the audience was comprised of a lower class of people.

Change the station if the abusive words offend.

For those of you no longer satisfied with verbal abuse, consider a friend who attended a warrior workshop at the Catskills Nevely and came back with a limp and a bandaged knee.

It was a workshop where martial arts experts (physical, versus verbal, comedians) suprise-attacked and hospitalized many.

Now THAT's abuse.

As for those of you prefering the beauty of the ethereal, listen to Jackie Mason's singing voice...

posted by Peter 9:45 AM [edit]

Thursday, June 02, 2005

"Under-promise and over-deliver," is one of the kernels of powerful advice imparted to B. Keith Fulton, an executive at Verizon and graduate of New York Law School, by the speaker he introduced, the Chairman of the Board and Chief Executive Officer of Time Warner, Inc., Richard D. Parsons.

Dick Parsons appeared before a group of people at New York Law School last evening (Wednesday). As Time Warner's CEO he earned in 2004, according to Forbes, not including stock options, $13,245,165.00. He is a great spokesperson for the concerns of a company whose soul is in both (journalistic) media content providing and (journalistic) media content CREATION. Create, then distribute! Look for reruns of CNN news episodes in syndication.

Prior to spinning off their music business to Warner Music Group because the music business is too substantially afflicted by the ability of people to pirate peer to peer, Time Warner Inc. was the world's largest copyright owner.

Before fielding questions, Mr. Parsons spoke of two of his concerns, journalistic confidentiality and intellectual property protection.

He felt compelled to consider the first concern because two nights ago Mark Felt identified himself as the 1970's media informant, "Deep Throat." It's safe to say we wouldn't be where we are today if it weren't for his help in bringing Gerald Ford to power.

Jump to the 21st century when journalists Judith Miller, Matt Cooper and Time Warner, Inc. as Matt's employer, are threatened with prison and fined, respectively, for not revealing to a Grand jury the source that leaked the CIA status of Valerie Plame. Identifying a CIA agent is a violation of the Intelligence Identities Protection Act, since another country might hear CIA as synonymous with SPY! While we recognize as protected confidential communication between certain parties such as priests, spouses, doctors, lawyers, the shield protecting communication between journalist and confidential informant is in question. Forty-nine states have a shield law but the Federal Government does not. The First Amendment right that protected Woodward, Bernstein and the Washington Post arguably protects Miller, Cooper and Time Warner from revealing the identity of their government informant source.

The U.S. Supreme Court is next in line to determine this controversy, if they rise to the writ.

New York Law School Q&A Moderator, Michael Botein, announced plenty of time for questions. I was one of five people who had the opportunity to ask during the program. During the reception Mr. Parsons stayed to answer others.

The journalists' government source committed a felony by breaching CIA cover. I questioned the distinction between a reporting that endangered the wife of U.S. Diplomat and non-CIA agent Joseph Wilson. (Mr. Wilson was critical of US reasons supporting the starting of a second gulf war.) versus the first amendment protection of free speech during Watergate.

Mr. Parsons clarified his concern that the dialogues of inquiry into the identity of a journalist’s information source must be made before the public, not in some place behind closed doors resembling a star chamber. Furthermore, the objective of the press is to inform the public. The Federal investigation forced reporters to reveal their source in private.

I believe Mr. Parsons was referring to a Grand Jury investigation, which is secret and one-sided, involving not the accused but only a potential prosecutor seeking indictment of a crime. Reporters' objectivity would be compromised if they could be compelled to cooperate therein.

(U.S.V.P. Chief of Staff Lewis Libby, the government leak source, waived his right to confidentiality and Time Magazine's Matt Cooper testified before the Grand Jury in August of 2004.)

Dupes no more. In other news, we're in The Digital Age. This led into the second concern that Mr. Parson shared last night.

Do you remember the beauty of diminished copy quality? Black and White contrast became gray. Pure sound became hiss-filled. Xeroxes of xeroxes became pockmarked as text widened and lost crispness. Those copies were of a pre-Digital Age.

Technology today gives the public the capability to reduce media content to electronic impulses that can be moved around and recreated almost perfectly. Perfect copies, distributed to one or one billion, stretch the rights of intellectual property ownership. Here's another controversy for the courts to determine. In 1984 The Supreme Court found that Sony's sale to consumers of its Betamax was not an infringement, being merely the instrument of potential infringement, as well as of other lawful uses such as fair use and time-shifting (Sony was the defendant with exposure and ability to pay substantial damages.). Today, intentions of software programmers will face renewed Supreme Court scrutiny.

Where do rights of property owners stop and rights of casual users begin?

Mr. Parsons just got back from China. 95% of China's media content is pirated. They neither have nor enforce copyright laws, thus in China there is a barren creative community. China used to be by far the most developed cultural country. (I love those carved ivory chess sets.) Today artists there can't make a living. All their invention is stolen from them. Creativity atrophied because there is no legal protection afforded to the creators of intellectual property.

Do you remember the incentives arising from ownership? There are always those with the creative urge (I'm one.), but for it to be part of a vibrant thriving community/industry, we need enforceable laws to let us know where we are and how we are protected. If not, we may as well abandon the field and go be farmers.

We need more laws. The last person to ask a question, Bob Mendez, included this reminder: laws inspire creativity (like those athlete artists on the playing field who win while abiding by the rules of the game). Throughout the term of our agreement to abide by laws we become increasingly creative in how we do so.
posted by Peter Dizozza 3:00 PM [edit]


Tuesday, May 17, 2005

I contributed songs to a series of 10 new one act plays called "Love Bites" which ran at the Neighborhood Playhouse tonight, Tuesday, May 17th, and last night. At first I thought the title referred to computer bytes because I remembered going to the Neighborhood Playhouse to see a reading of a musical about the love affairs of the computer dependent, among whom I count myself. No. These are hickeys, plain and simple, and I can't tell you how much I enjoyed introducing each one with a song.

Patricia Watt produced the series and Steve Ditmyer directed it. Steve picked out the songs from a collection I assembled for the occasion. We chose "Absotively Posilutely (Through with Love)" to open and close the evening. That's the Keely Smith/Louie Prima style song that Owen Kalt and I wrote for our musical adaptation of "Next Stop Greenwich Village" in 1993.

On the first night, the show opened with the one man dream play, "Hymie's Angel" written and performed by Jamie Lorenzo. You could see him grow from his experiences in Hell's Kitchen as he relived them with us.

Dan Calloway sang "Never Too Sure," (1980) a kind of catch-all song about distant memory recognition relationships... "Haven't I seen you somewhere? Haven't we met before?" That introduced Craig Pospisil's devastatingly blunt inner monologues of four people misreading one another. Basically, although they yearn elsewhere, the two men give into the wills of their women companions. It establishes hell on earth for all, and in addition was a great acting vehicle for Jamie Bennett, Danny Cleary, Jane Petrov and Darcie Siciliano.

The play that promised to make the whole evening superficially obscene turned out to difuse itself into a subject worthy of awareness; and if you already examined the subject (I believe John Giorno has...), then this play would be a compendium of redundancy, since everthing anyone could imagine was imagined and/or assembled for us from modern art history by playwright David Brandon Harris. The characters were likeable, especially the bad Russian painter who spoke the word as a multispectrum woof: "Piss." I played incidental music (Doomy, Colonial Williamsburg and an instrumental Mountain Casino) during that. Dan introduced "Piss" with an excerpt from the aptly titled song "Golden Age," (1997) which includes the lines, "That stream is mine." and "Please put it away!" Stephanie Rose directed with all her heart. It featured Colette Bryce, Dan Callaway, Ben Hersey, Gregory Korostishevsky and Marina Kotovnikov.

The transfiguring "Almond Eyes" introduced "Rewind," a play by Renee Flemings about gameplaying childhood sweethearts who grow up to be parting lovers. Given that there is a real gun in the boy's house, it confirms the black girl's mother's quote that white people are scary. Erica Ash and Michale McEachran shared chemistry in the roles.

Darcy Siciliano sang the early song, a last minute inclusion, "Resume" (1979) to open the young man/older woman conversational exchange of hopes and dreams called "The Keeper of My Dignity." It could indeed be called The Keeper of My House, because the boy's family occupies the older woman's home and learns, and is nearly sucked into, all the past curses therein.

The next night opened with Craig Pospisil's "Whatever." He described it as a spinoff of Poe's Raven, but it seems to be about a needy, dependent woman (perhaps Megan Bryne) exerting her dominance over her inquisitive reality-checking friend (perhaps Cassandra Seidenfeld). They both recently lost boyfriends. They both stay in for the night.

Darcy sang an ominous "I Love You Much," (1979) introducing the monologue "Rebound" by Georgia Metz, performed by Helen Lantry which had attributed celebrity status to a descendent of Calvin Coolidge. The casual sex convincingly degenerates into anger.

"Never Too Sure," as a duet this time between Darcy and David Macaluso, opened Con Chapman's "Welcome to Endive." There's a long standing mountain restaurant in Danbury Connecticut called Ondine. Same restaurant? It was a full meal for three couples without the food featuring Margot Avery, God Engle, Barbara Halas, Christine Pedi and Joseph Schommer.

"Good Way to Be" opened Father Figure. Make no mistake, the truth can make you damned (A well-adjusted husband admits to his wife his approval of his childhood abuse by his father.). However, the instinctive protection a mother affords to her unborn child is what keeps us, the human race, alive over time. Thanks, mom. Michael Patterson and Colette Bryce played the husband and wife.

We used the "I've Come to Know Them" part of the song "Love them Both" (1997), changing the line "I've come to love them both," to "I've come to know the truth" as the opener for Bruce Jay Friedman's economical play The Trial, a powerful confrontation showing the triumph of the pure at heart. (His characterization of God in his play, "Steambath," made a lasting impression on me. ) Stephen Bradbury and Paul Haller saw themselves as interchangable in playing the two roles.

Singer David Macaluso's opera training allowed me to play a big piano accompaniment to the last song.
posted by Peter Dizozza 8:51 PM [edit]


Sunday, May 15, 2005

I did go out this weekend. I saw on Saturday "Music from a Sparkling Planet." It had a poignant production beautifully acted and staged at The Amateur Comedy Club, directed with all the non-sequitor challenges surmounted by Scott Glascock, whom I know as a fellow Lamb. This play explains why playwright Douglas Carter Beane wrote the screenplay for the upcoming Bewitched. It also alerts us to the volatility of the late baby boomers who had their deepest relationships with television. The bursting optimism of fictitious TV personality Tamara Tomorrow is stimulating. What will the future bring? There's a Manhattan public access guy who always says what Tamara says in the play, "I'll see You in the Future!" Anyway, as we learn about her past in the play, we observe three mid-life crisis fellows uncover her present whereabouts.

Oh Brave New World!

I didn't live in Phillie where Mr. Beane's fabulous construct is set. The days of neighborhood networks are past; well, we have Manhattan Neighborhood Network, but not those cartoons in syndication... I'm sure we do somewhere.

Do I regret that the highlight of my youth was the films or TV shows that I saw?

I currently also demand unrestricted access to foreign broadcasts.

The other highlight on Sunday was a film that followed the Arlene Grocery Picture Show Screening of "Songs from Prepare to Meet Your Maker #10." What followed was a film called "Farming with Stanley." It's an impressively paced family documentary about a fascinating topic, tobacco, a sticky big leaf plant with tar residue. I want to buy a pack of camels.

There is a feeling of Deja Vu about this film. I spoke with someone about this, perhaps the filmmaker, once before, probably at Anthology during the Dolemite event, and basically repeated the exact questions I asked today. Anyway, I'm glad David Hollander scheduled the two films back to back because it reminds me, I should really considered going to Philip Morris for PTMYM funding.

There was a Camel cigarette photograph, backlit for barroom placement, of a woman, complexion blue as death, with smoke escaping from her face, which caught my eye during our performances at SideWalk.

My noticing and remembering this ad better than a conversation I might have had two months ago is an indication of my late baby boomer status, where an artistic represention, even a Camel Cigarette poster, competes for the sum total of my human experience.

So the farming film is a reminder of how people commerce in the miracles of nature outside of the big cities. Obsessive drudgery is a trap for all, is all I have to say.

Please note, I'm feeling particularly self-centered and down on myself of late because of my abject failure as a husband.
posted by Peter Dizozza 7:20 PM [edit]


Monday, March 14, 2005

Apparently, arts conventions begin with suites at a hotel, and eventually grow to move to the armory. The organizer, i.e., "divafair," rents the suites and subdivides them into exhibition booths, nice ones at that, with bathrooms... On Sunday, after a walk through the incongrous new Irish Hunger Excavation Site overlooking the majestic Hudson River (Does a speck of ancient construction exist within Battery Park City? I suppose everything there has to be new since it is built upon WTC landfill.), I went to the Embassy Suites Hotel. It is indeed filled with two room suites attached by a hallway that overlooks the lobby atrium, kind of a mini Time Square Marriott Marquis without the wrap around and the 50 floors. This one has six. The third and fourth floor were occupied from March 10th-13th, with the various digital video galleries who joined the divafair. That's, the digital video fair, and the winner is, from the curator of Williamsburg's First Two International Surrealist Film Festivals, who is ever partial to Wago Kreider's "Marvelous Creatures:"

Ivan Toth Depena's video, "Incidental Antinomies," which, for purposes of stimulating the memories of others who may have seen it, may be called "Trees Lit By Street Lamps."

Second Prize: Nomad, by Eva Koch

Alexandre Castonguay converted a Brownie Camera and used its lens. Honorable mention...

And it is always a pleasure to see further incendiary material from the Dada Changed My Life crew... What happened in Fallujah???

The fair was a tribute to the work of Bruce Nauman.
posted by Peter Dizozza 2:13 PM [edit]


Saturday, February 05, 2005

Was that Rudy Ray Moore on the phone?

From Dave Hollander: that was indeed, rudy ray. thanks for films peter and very nice to meet you. i look forward to watching what you gave us.
On Wednesday, January 26th, Dave Hollander screened a DVD of “Dolemite,” at Anthology, not without first calling Rudy Ray and amplifying his permission and blessing over the P.A.

Rudy Ray is Dolemite. Is the 2005 Sundance’s “Hustle and Flow” a remake?

I learned a lesson in independent filmmaking from the directing. In framing your photoplay, use plenty of light with a mostly stationary camera observing the action from angles mostly unavailable to those seated in the audience of a stage play.

After an hour seated, neck craned, in the front row with Orin Buck, who invited me to this free alcohol/film submission event of which the screening of Dolemite was the centerpiece, I left to enjoy Steve Espinola, Jordan Corbin and Jon Berger at SideWalk. I left Orin, who wanted to vault at the opening credits, enthralled. I wonder how it ended. Well, for all, I hope, for the cast was exceedingly likeable. I stayed long enough to catch Rudy’s titanic rap. That was somehow a toast that gave birth to rap and hip hop. Jon Berger knew about Rudy Ray, as someone others reference. This was all news to me.

I repeat here that the film that comes foremost to mind at the mention of black seventies cinema is Ossie Davis’s, “Cotton Comes to Harlem.” (February 5, 2005, Why didn’t he direct more? He leaves behind a great legacy.)

From Orin: 1/29/2005 1:28:39 PM EST
I'm sorry to say that several people did not end happily -- the other black guy who tried to take over the club died in a hail of bullets. The mayor, after having an angry phonecall in the nude which grossed out the delicate members of the audience in the back, died trying to leave town, shot by the black FBI guy off the wing of his private jet. All in all, I think you were there for the most culturally revealing parts.

Reply . 1/29/2005 2:30:37 PM Eastern Standard Time
Yes, I thought as much. Shot from a jet. Watch out for that... When there is a battle between the bad and the not so bad, some will die. When there is a battle between the good and the not so good, some will live. Rudy Ray is famous for his toasts. I'm glad I caught his titanic rap.

The 80’s rappers owe, from the 70’s, Rudy Ray Moore, who owes, from the 60’s up until the present day, singer songwriter Steve Depass.

Yours truly,

Mantan Moreland.

posted by Peter Dizozza 5:43 PM [edit]


Tuesday, November 09, 2004

I am my own grandpa.

As one of my songs runs through my head, I realize that I am a spokesperson for people in my position, including myself.
I'm my target audience.
I exist on two levels, as the creator of my universe, and as a character within it.

posted by Peter Dizozza 1:18 PM [edit]

Saturday, September 11, 2004

My Ebay,
by Peter Dizozza

Ebay provides a recreational auction environment where sellers meet bidding buyers and guarantee their profit by lodging it within the shipping cost. Shipping fifteen pounds across the country costs $1.30 by non-priority USPS mail in a makeshift folded cardboard box. Shipping cost charged? $15.00. There is absolutely no problem with that and is more telling of my jaded tone. Better to get beyond that to the content herein, filtered through my sieve-like brain, as I grasp experiences trickling like sand through my fingers.

Ebay listings last 60 days, and those ebay-constructed webpage addresses run for, well, not pages, but for maybe a thousand characters.

(At the computer I can check my statements written longhand. It’s not a thousand…Here’s an address link to a silly page that fails to include as a selling point the redemptive aspect of poor Pasolini’s last film, Salo.

Payments through “Ebay” are easiest made through Paypal. I already established a Paypal account for my CD sales through Amazon. My ebay adventure began when my wife, Diana, asked for Mr. Magoo in Egypt. It lives in her memory although I haven’t found it. “Tut Tut Magoo” it is not.

I browsed Ebay. I understood its concept. Friends used it to sell electronics surplus, Sears catalogues and cigars.

When I clicked “browse” for Magoo, a raincoat attired UPA plastic movable parts Magoo doll appeared, from 1958, my birthyear. Wow, that’s adorable. I’ll bid 20. It sold for 100. OK.

The first Magoo film feature from 1959, Magoo’s Arabian Nights (my shorter title) went to me for 35 dollars plus 15 dollars shipping. Color faded, 16mm, on two spools, ready to spill, sold by kinneman. A cute film, surprisingly involved, he’s Aladdin’s lamp making uncle. The music is subtle and the graphics are unique and pleasingly psychedelic, or rather kaleidoscopic (1959), and not entirely without blue. (Color film loses blue with age. Cold temperature slows the loss. Though silver nitrate film holds color, it is often more valuable melted down. For 50 dollars, no buyer should expect either Magoo’s or Pasolini’s “1001 Arabian Nights” to be a silver nitrate 16mm print.)

Unspooling Magoo, I recalled pre-VHS (pre-1980) private film dissemination, in the form of 16mm optical sound prints. The animated Magoo film must have been shot from cells onto film bearing width of 35 millimeters, about four times the area of the “amateur” format of 16mm film. It ran in theatres at 24 frames per second, as does the smaller 16mm film. US TVs scan 30 frames per second so every few cinema frames are blurred in their TV transfer. Please clarify.

Then consider the phenomenon of optical sound. The sound is etched on the side of the film, often in patterns resembling record grooves. In addition to smoothly flickering frames, the projector lights decode sound.

So for 50 dollars I bought an old rental print of Magoo’s first and only movie screen feature. Magoo was an Academy Awards favorite. Columbia Pictures proudly released his films. I know, he is not a real person. Although the depicting of a man infirm, or challenged, and unapologetically at that, may have fallen into disfavor, his cartoons are benign. Anyone attempting to bring harm upon Magoo brings harm upon himself, and I think we can learn from that.

Ever incongruous, my ebay adventure continues.

Next on Ebay I bought three pruning shears, two for a penny with a cell phone antenna enhancer thrown in, and a third with a special Japanese blade for 15 dollars plus (A "Corona Razor Tooth"). That third one broke sooner, piece by piece until at last the entire blade was gone. I’m referring to mini 7 inch folding saws. I love to prune. During the summer I trimmed expansive hedges that hadn’t been pruned in 30 years and their thick sprouts extended to 10 yards to catch a space of sun. Through long hours of continuous pruning I became physically invigorated, especially from the smell of spruce.

Exploring a midlife career change to that of an arborist resulted in subsequent ebay purchases. I bought a 100-foot spool of white vinyl rope with flecks of gold thrown in, to throw up the trees to climb them and remove their dead branches. Last winter was particularly harsh, but those majestic evergreens refused to die, completely. Actually, pruning is a basic Dizozza issue. I regularly bite my nails and shred my cuticles. In fact, I’m falling behind. Excuse me.

The inevitable result of constant self-pruning is going too bloody far in an attempt to achieve smooth perfection. Did you read my pruning story from the 1980’s. Like the spruce, “I leave to others the job of pruning me.”

An ebay search for army cots began after our visit to the Shabby Chic Shop of Soho. Online, I bought two cots, one useless, the other simply used, plus an army pup tent, which is great, and a hammock tent, which may be missing something to secure it to the trees. I’ve yet to confirm.

I gradually discovered that anything one can imagine is available on ebay, and chances are that only an hour is left to bid on it. My wife, Diana, requested a white furby with pink ears. It was something she needed. Through the bidding process I found myself the winner of two. Ah, the serendipity. Two furbies are better than one. To be more life-source-specific, in searching the online animal shelter for a pet, remember to get two. Cats keep each other alert. Two cats are better than one. Two cats together have fun!

However, for security conscious readers choosing between a ferocious watchdog and a Sloman Home Alarm System, I have this to add: A Furby is a sensor motion detector empowered by four batteries, and when all is still, it turns itself off.

In addition to providing guaranteed intruder trepidation, a furby does seem to learn from its awakenings. Furbies develop a rhythm to their response and they will talk with one another. 1999 was their year. I think Hasbro bought them from Tiger (a toy manufacturer from China) just to shut them up. Actually, one hears the mechanics as they move. Can you imagine the next generation, true baby robots that you can even send to school for improvements? “I’d like my furby to become an authority on Home Economics, and I’m willing to pay the cost of tuition.” Little does the mechanical robot’s parent suspect that classes consist of a software download.

Following these uncharacteristically tangible acquisitions, many sending us into the great outdoors, I retreated to the browsing of ebay’s outrageous sales of celluloid.

Home screening received an additional boost when, during the summer, I performed at an open mike at the Player’s Club. One of the fellows there was comedian Bob Greenberg. In describing my “Golf Wars,” I referred to Martin and Lewis and Laurel and Hardy. He said he was one of the Sons of the Desert, a group of aspiring comedians who collectively assist in the appreciation of Laurel and Hardy and other teams like Bud and Lou, the Stooges, the Marx Brothers and the Ritz Brothers. I expressed curiosity about the Ritz Brothers, and the next day he emailed me an invite to see one of their moments in film history, a version of “The Three Musketeers” with Don Ameche. I dropped by the screening location, could not stay, but glimpsed the setting, a residential loft.

I said to the 16mm projectionist/curator, “I’ll bring over Magoo’s Arabian Nights if you’d like.”

He said, “I have it.” He has everything in 16mm. He assembles movie soundtracks; actually symphonic scores, from the discs and tapes or whatever on which they were recorded and from which they were transferred to their films. Complete scores by Max Steiner, Alex North and Alfred Newman, including parts not in the films, he transferred to audio CDs, lovingly packaged.

During the next film night he showed Zanuck’s Wilson, just in time for the Republican National Convention. The following timely political issues arose before us.

No Wilson’s League of Nations membership for the United States. Dispute over a concept that mutated into the United Nations continues. We report to no mortal. I think John S. Hall said it best on Russell Simmons’ Poetry Central. We do what we want “until God or the aliens come along…” John inhabits male thought patterns. I almost miss the joke, and isn’t that what acting is all about, ever since the days of Robert DeNiro and his filmmaking obsessed friend, Martin Scorsese! So here we are, in 2004, unaccountable to anyone but ourselves, because, basically, and here’s that feel good refrain, “America Kicks Ass.”

I blame feel-good movies for securing our need for the addictive feel-good charge.

“Wilson” is a Technicolor film from 1944. The same writer, Lamar Trotti, scripted both it and Zanuck’s Razor’s Edge (in which occur hallucinatory moments between Clifton Webb and Gene Tierney.). Diana was touched by President Wilson’s expressions of love, his willingness to sacrifice career for love. He didn’t have to, reelected for a second term, but he seemed to be so inclined.

The presidential lead actor embodying Woodrow Wilson also played the writer in a Warner Brothers film, “The Sea Wolf.”

And there was much posturing. The “Wilson” cast carried themselves at least as well as did Daryl Zanuck in his day-to-day regimen.

Off to ebay. A bookseller sent for a dollar, three dollars shipping, the Mosley Zanuck Bio book, Hollywood’s Last Tycoon.

I’m enjoying it. It’s used. Its former book owner must have been a heavy smoker, ah, the memories triggered by its imbedded stink, first edition, 1984, stamped “not for resale.” Hm. “Not for Resale?” Perhaps it received that stamp when in England where a first sale doctrine applies, or doesn’t apply. I never remember which. (It doesn’t apply… In England when you resell your copy of the copyrighted item you pay a resale royalty to the copyright owner.)

16mm films for sale on ebay embraces (or does it reject?), the first sale doctrine (Ebay sellers are embracing it!). Bootlegged 16mm was a black market before video proliferation (1980). In 2004 what could be sillier than buying a degenerating color print of Powell/Pressburger’s “The Red Shoes” when you can scan through a vibrant 35mm transfer to DVD that you bought for 20 dollars?

I lost on “The Red Shoes,” always a blessing in disguise, for we are but stewards of what we possess. I took, instead, responsibility for ownership of an old faded “flat” print of a widescreen masterwork entitled “Oliver!”(exclamation point) on four big spools needing to be wound on reels for a savings of five dollars. Spend the five.

As a result of my attention being redrawn toward “Oliver, exclamation point,” a film I enjoy watching over and over again, I learned:

n That director Roman Polanski is refilming the Dickens book.
n That the practice of attractive peers seducing runaways into slavery is timeless, meaning timely, for it is still happens, to a more frightful extent, today.
n That the film’s morality repartee is spot-on ambiguous. (Witness the sublime lunacy level achieved in its last three shots. As Jack Wild’s Artful Dodger does his Lewis-Carroll-Alice-Pose for a crocodile-innocent Ron Moody, the camera turns to catch their infinite dance into the sunset, transitioning into the arrival of a carriage to the white house and the close-up apron strings embrace of Mark Lester by his Uncle’s wife? The End!
n That I am an extoller of the film’s cinema-craft, and
n That the flat cropping of the 2:1 wide screen canvas was actually done with some finesse.

Viewing Oliver! stimulates a concern, a life’s purpose. I see it as an end in itself, an achievement of vision. Musical theatre is a distillation of stories oft told. Musicals go through many stages of development. We begin a hundred years ago with Dicken’s source material. We wind up with exaggerated childish platitudes, “I’d do anything,” sung by children! We get integrated choreography, detailed continuity, plenty of medium shots with evocative detail, long shots with breathtaking detail, the butchers, the elevated train. The song, “consider yourself” is the vehicle for displaying every aspect of 19th century commerce in London. “Oliver!” has, as far as I can tell, two major sets, one of London’s main streets, by the Thames, and through the alley to the other, a spectacular swamp decaying group of tenement buildings. They are visually connected. Every inch of them is used.

The director loves medium and long shots. He gives no close-up for the end of “As Long as He Needs Me.” Carol Reed is a dispassionate observer. He’s a director who shows where things are. He went into the City of Post war Vienna and preserved its squalor in “The Third Man.” Here, in Oliver, he created the city. He also went to a Tavington Square Circle row of white houses for the “Who Will Buy?” segment. It is “the ordered world.” I imagine Sherlock Holms living in one of those town houses, Henry Higgins in another and of course, Oliver Twist’s gentleman uncle a few doors down.

My Michael Douglas Blog is called that because in its first post I thought it worthwhile to observe that Michael Douglas, the actor/producer returned to his family in the film, “Traffic,” but went with one of the other cast members in real life.

I think it also worthwhile to observe that the director of Oliver, which tells the story of a foundling saved by his uncle, is Carol Reed, castmember Oliver Reed’s uncle. Actually such oddities delight and fill me with faith in the serendipitous.

Oliver! is a lesson in filmmaking. Learn from it. Watching it after so many years made me want to see more. The medium was becoming the message, when it is really merely the delivery tool…

In my enthusiasm for 16mm films I ordered what turned out to be another Romulus Production, Moulin Rouge. Black and White. That’s the John Huston film that won best color cinematography. I haven’t seen it but it came, the only good news is that the color didn’t fade to pink. Descriptions don’t necessarily include what’s missing. A Black and White print -- (shhh) of a Technicolor film.

By the way, favorite recent filmmaking is Larry David’s Curb Your Enthusiasm, and the Christopher Guest films. They grew from Robert Altman’s Mash.

Looking for another "Oliver!" I saw a few minutes of Little Shop of Horrors on TV. The lyrics, the concept, the creative film directing are great. Howard Ashman revived the musical. We are in his debt. He wrote The Little Mermaid and Beauty and the Beast.

My other recent dose of entertainer entertainment was through meeting Spats Donovan, Hooch Houlihan, Dennis, I don’t know his exact name, but he is a spot-on impressionist with a singing voice to match. I played piano for his “Let’s Be Frank” at the 13th Street Repertory Theatre. I subbed for Aya Misoshoru, his amazing pianist, arranger, music director. Patrick Jude did a dead-on older Frank Sinatra impression, Jim Davidson was Dean Martin, everyone is great. They re-enact scenes from Robin and the Seven Hoods.

Oh dear. I wound of bidding a winning a copy of that.

The Laurel and Hardy Bohemian Girl, is a mysterious filming of a light opera. In search of antagonistic lyrics for my song, Living in Freedom (Again) I included the line, “Bohemian girl bring your sunshine to me,” and, yes, I bidded on a copy of that as well.

So a little Ebay goes a long way.

Oh, one of my colleagues here just ordered a fisherman’s spear gun so he can reenact those silent film scenes from the James Bond Horror film, Thunderball. It’s OK. I hear he eats his catch, the creatures from the black lagoon.

"We must bless and not curse."

I hope you enjoyed your glimpse into My Ebay.

Let’s collaborate on creating new treasures!

Peter Dizozza

posted by Peter Dizozza 9:32 AM [edit]


Wednesday, July 07, 2004

Okay, late baby-boomers, and you know how crazy we are, another brilliant contemporary, lost!

Eric Douglas was friends with my friend, Jessica, some 20 years ago. It was always a pleasure to spend time with him. He was warm, energetic, helpful, funny and crazy. Parents found him suprisingly rude and this was on Candlewood Isle which, back then, was, well, a community most indulgent of the pranks of those late baby boomers. You'd think he'd have fit right in, but by then the 1970's were already a fading memory.

His awareness of a legend was compounded by his resemblance to it. His father's personality performance risks compounded the length and depth of the shadow over Eric. A man who follows his own code, sets his own standards, reveals his vulnerability as Van Gogh, how can you possibly live up to that without first buying the rights to One Flew Over the ... ???

There is seething anger and the feeling of alien presence in the appearance of Kirk Douglas in studio films of the 1940s. The man who put Kubrick behind a 70mm movie camera, who sang The Sheik of Araby with Hoagy Carmichael, so much more... Condolances to this liberating individual and his wonderful family.

I feel another example of: I lost touch with him and he probably could have used some friends.

He lived less than 20 blocks away.

Being once pro-choice on mental health I described the loss of Keith Feibush in uninvolved surface-terms of choice.

Well, I lost touch with him, too, indulging him... Another loss.

The full life.

Maybe all lifespans are the same length.

For some people, time moves faster than for others.

posted by Peter Dizozza 11:36 AM [edit]

Friday, July 02, 2004

The Glagolitic Storm

It's all Janecek on WKCR. He turns 150 tomorrow.

posted by Peter Dizozza 9:55 AM [edit]

Friday, June 18, 2004

The 1935 MGM film, Mad Love, is in syndication on TCM, Turner's Classic Movies Station. It was on this morning -- what a great way to start the day.

Cinema VII has a film library, too, The Big Tip Off with Richard Conte, a great Wire Service episode with George Brent (Forbidden Ground), Bob Hope with Judy Garland, Betty Hutton and Lana Turner recording a disc for the WWII boys (and girls) overseas, the scat jazzy white girls color short film, Big Sister Blues, I can't believe this stuff is in my brain...The Burl Ives Bluebeard TV episode, Mr. Walkie Talkie (a friendly Korean War comedy), One Half of the great WPA film, One Third of a Nation, and the bright silver nitrate print of Anthony Eisley's Lightningbolt with those maniacal Cinema VII edits...

It also administers the entire creative catalogue of films, shows and songs by Peter Dizozza.

posted by Peter Dizozza 9:11 AM [edit]

Sunday, May 23, 2004

"They rejected the perfection. Entire crops were lost."

So we'll see how far we get here. Tony Hightower set up the cable I still pay 134 for today, and he did that a short time before Keyspan, formerly BUG, imploded the twin Greenpoint gas towers and those idiot paradise-seekers imploded the World Trade Towers, and as the second group of ruptured towers fell I was hooked back on tv, blessed in that the cable had not been severed. The alternative would have been no cable, no more hightower antenna, no more reception tv until, maybe, now when it is again possible to trade cable for rabbit ears.

Cable also gives us roadrunner internet connection which Tony needed. Tony was unemployed at the time, so that's how this apartment got cable. What I mean is, getting cable is a job. Much has changed in these years since, but I still have the overblown cable which means, while not seeing the whole thing, I can rewatch sizeable chunks of the Matrix Reloaded.

My sequel is The Matrix Rewritten, and in that I'll show what persistence achieves on a shoestring. Those brothers did, too, with Gina Gershon in Bound. I forgot that but thanks to quick internet, I looked up "matrix," with the internet movie database, the only website for film info I can think of off the top of my head, obviously introduced to me by Mr. Hightower, my actions being a function of info received.

By the way, my most recent selfquote of any personal resonance is simply, and I finger-wrote it in an arbitrary date page of my visor while listening to the beautiful NY Composer's Circle music at the 2nd Presbyterian Church,
"My writing is so crazy that I am in effect not a real person."

I read The New Yorker Magazine's Nellie McKay review. To summarize, 'cause my copy's gone now, she's playing the crazy card... Her anger's a generous muse... That brings me to my stingy safe-haven entrapment. Come appreciate my wealth of creative work, let it empower you. Alas, I'm too much in the way, having fun. What a mess, and I have so much talent, so much to offer...

These brothers made films. I would call them major cinema achievements. Yet my search, my surf, my safe-search-off search, stopped at the left-his-wife-for-a-dominatrix-and-explored-his-feminine side tattling. Oh.

Is a Matrix Reconciliation around the corner? Maybe the Ilsa exploration will be fruitful for all. Say, who's getting hungry for another bite of forbidden fruit?

Ah, the brothers are 7 to 9 years younger than I am.

Mr. Hightower's blogger is accessible at

Now back to the paradox at hand. Oh, it's late...

Peter Dizozza
posted by Peter Dizozza 8:06 PM [edit]

Monday, April 19, 2004

Amir Motlagh created Dino Aldino.
His most recent film is called Pumpkin Little

Hi, Before I lose your email in the compuserve autopurge, let's see, too. The pope watched breakdancing, I think, during his public convalesence.

Your film is a world unto itself. I basically love it.

My love of film would include you creating a breakdance segment that actually adds to the intensity of the breakdancer. I am fond of film segments, as the number of films increases. something like the dna molecule from which you can create the entire being.

The last scene of the old wb 42nd street was on tv. it's the song with new york images, ending with the producer sitting on the stage door steps outside, his energy sapped.

Busby Berkely also shot babes on broadway. a few minutes of that may elicit actual horror at how much continuous camera movement he forced upon the mgm cast. That realtime continuity of ensemble movement deserves dogma applause.

I never saw a cassavetes movie. His performances are so memorable and, although often portraying him as corrupted, also relatable. all i know of john... rosmary's baby, a depiction of the problems that arise when perfectly assembled (by bob evans) talents (polanski and abominably perfect cast) function full force, ignoring all concerns for protecting their audience from the void,
and the depalma sequel to Carrie with music by john williams... The Fury, cassavetes head floating to the floor after his explosion.

godard filmed breathless. i was bored by contempt. i never saw weekend. i didn't follow the politics in sympathy for the devil, only the discovery of how the rolling stones evolved the famous song from their best album.

truffaut wrote breathless and filmed 400 blows... somehow bertolucci continued truffauts alterego growing up in last tango...

romer? marienbad? who made claire's knee?

fassbinder hollywood style film, marriage of maria braun has unforgettably funny moments. i don't know if i've grown out of it. poor hanna shygulla, so wonderful a person, is he showing her corrupted, i think so, she is germany... are you familiar with any of this?

Are you writing scripts?

yours truly, Peter Dizozza
In a message dated 4/4/2004 4:47:12 PM Eastern Daylight Time, writes:

Peter, very impressionistic meta mail. Um lets see, where to begin. Yes they are Philopino, well the main character Mike anyway. This film is very specific to location and linked directly to a suburbian immigrant experience. When i was growing up, this was the route of many good kids, and only some regained their composures. Not only was this for asian americans, but iranian americans, and so fourth. These groups usually didn;t associate with the prevalent white experiece(surfers,rockers,skateboarders etc..) and so found exceptence in ethnic, and more urban culture(hip-hop..etc) and so breakdancing in the early ninties in the most suburbian of places immerged. And a few people embraced that form and associated themselves with that lifestyle. At the same time, with the influx of all these races grouping, many started to click together and call themselves crews and party together. This is universal, but really a southern california phenominon. Party Crews, Tagging Crews and then just plan Street Gangs. Lots of Philopino Gangs, Vietnamese Gangs and the rest followed suit. Racial tensions was prevelent between white, black, mexican, and the rest(asian, afgan, middle eastern) and these new groups had become the new minority as they felt everyone was against them. Of course not all the kids went that route, but i still cant tell what gets you there, and the circumstance that takes you the other route, which in this case is usually typified as the "ideal student". The typical sterotype of asians being smart etc......

So with that context, when i came back to my Mom's house one weekend, i ran into Mike. ANd i was shocked that he still breakdanced(as i did in my youth with him) let alone applying to Grad school ,and when i saw that he was in a way a father figure, a mentor to kids that are at the same age as most kids getting involved with gangs i had to shoot it. There situation is like a commune, as opposed to the aggressive, more egotistical days of breakdancing. Its rather beautiful.

As for the the film itself. One thing you might of noticed is that the music is not in anyway hip-hop or the music they would dance to. This was a consious way of pulling it past the cliche and putting the situation out of the Urban home for which the form of breakdancing emerged. The openiing scenes are with his girlfriend, and i felt it was a very intimite and naturally action. Though this film is a doc, i shot some sequences to look like a narrative fiction, so as create a tension between persepctions. The shots are slow, and very rudimentary, so as not to add to much tricks to the pace of life. HIs voice over is also very specific, as he drops names of his youth, and nobody would know what he is talking about, but that intimacy, and very specific experience was what i was trying to get at. It doesn't really matter who for example "John" is, what you can sense his being and influence on Mike. This contrasts the general and sterotypical eight grade stories and puts his story into context. Mike started breakdancing in 8th grade, and in a way that has been the one stable through line in his life, and is a large aspect of his life. So decisions we make when where young, no matter how we might deny them, rearrange our life in ways beyond a certain control.

Now another thing i wanted to stress, was this new, post modern character of self. This group breakdances and they play guitar together, and so this was impossibly five, ten years ago. Breakdancers never played rock and hip-hop was all encompassing. The same with people who like heavy-metal, or indie rock, never do that, or this. Those lines have recently dissapatted. Identity is not the same for the youth as it was. That to me is very interesting.

As for the the sequences with 8th grade stories, the shots where in a way suppose to resemble the way we sat in our parents car, as they drove the same routes everday, and how the eyes wander around. The breakdancing sequences in those shots are from Mikes 8th grade and i will tell you something else, i myself am in the film. You just have to find me. And no, my brother is not in the film as i am an only child, and who the fuck knows what that means.

The reason Peter, that i didn't have more breakdancing was because i didn't want this to be a showcase for the dancing. I could have shoot and edited there best moves, instead of the ones i chose which are not the most gracefull but shots that are practice, struggle, persistence which drives there obsession.

In your other email you said those other films reminded you of Mean Streets in a way. That along with ALice Doesnt Live Here are the only two films i really love of Martin Scorsese. Mean Streets was in a way a complete ripoff of my favorite American film maker, the late great John Cassavettes(the man was brilliant). The other filmmakers i really like are French in origin, Godard, Truffant, Romer(My Night at Mauds), and Fassbinder(crazy, productive workhorse) and a few others. I rarely watch movies these days, i have to get over that.

Well, sorry for the length of this letter, i really don't know if its cohesive since i'm to lazy to read it. I think i got some things out, but skipped around quite a bit and for the grammar and spelling, God awful. But if you have any thing else to ask, or comment on, or wonder about, please feel free.

This electronic age is amazing Peter. I have never met you, we live on the other side of the country, different ages, experiences, and i have your CD, you have my films, and there is dialogue. Truly amazing.



>Subject: Re: Two films, a half hour.
>Date: Sun, 4 Apr 2004 12:37:11 EDT
>The camera didn't often move, the frame was set and action sometimes crossed
>its path. It allowed for brilliant composition and an odd way, a real way, of
>seeing the world through the limitations of our periphery. The world is of a
>group of people that I can not readily identify. Asian in that they're
>hawaiian or from the phillipine's originally? The opening scene with the film
>going out of synch was disorienting, the sound seemed to improve when it went out
>of synch. The crossover for when a group of friends becomes a gang, and the
>distinction of heirarchy, I suppose, that causes some to act on the will of the
>leader, and the possibility of market domination, that was a memorable and sad
>depiction, a degeneration of neighborhood. Those houses always look so
>innocent. I would love some more breakdancing segments, what was there was
>beautiful and the shooting of them, with the ending showing the sluggish breakdancer,
>was cool and aloof. I'm a fan of Robert Marshall's recent fast shutter speed
>camera choreography (is that who filmed "Chicago?), you could create
>something both flashy and seemingly incidental that will send the movie into the realm
>of musical cinema. Frederick Weisman has a musically choreographed way of
>documenting the deranged world of titicut follies. These are first thoughts.
>It's daylight savings time here. I like hearing people's memories of eighth
>grade with the still graphic design. This film assembles of wealth of beautiful
>images. Enhance my viewing experience. Tell me your thoughts of
>this...Thank you. Is your brother in the film? In a message dated 4/3/2004 6:40:50 PM
>Eastern Daylight Time, writes:
>>Thanks for the watching Peter.
>> Please reply about the DVD of Pumkin Little when you watch that, as that is
>>my essential style when i'm completely behind the camera, like the film
>>Still Lover. I would like to know if you find similiarites between all the
>> amir
Hi, Amir,

I saw the two Motlagh films, Dino Adino and Love @ 11:47. They are well made and they had a realism that transcended the notion that you might actually be in them. It looks so much in the first one like the filmmaker is behind the camera.

The split screen of the second worked well. The right screen showed the fixed idea, either the cracker box or the foooot, or her... I realize there is a film with four pictures by the Leaving Las Vegas filmmaker... I think I saw some of it. Was there a film called Wicked in the 70's that employed that device?

Although both your films are location specific time capsules, they are expressing an ageless condition that one is always in danger of slipping into.

Now that we've met Dino, his character can appear more interactively elsewhere.

These films were very likeable and watchable. Not having watched those mtv reel documentaries, what were they called?, my only frame of reference was Martin Scorsese's basic film, Mean Streets. You have a similar willingness to observe unpleasant things happening to basically likeable people. There is an element of humor prevailing.

Thank you. I look forward to screening these at the next opportunity.

Ah, "Shipping the Satellite." The content could be humerous and outlandish and the people who performed it on that one occasion are great. I hope to one day have a listenable recording. peter

In a message dated 4/2/2004 10:37:15 PM Eastern Standard Time, writes:

Hi Peter, I listened to your CD a few times, and low and behold, i woke up singing lyrics from it. Here is my impressions.

Subversively Poppy. ALmost seems to have a little punk rock asethic, mixed with musical theater and Frank Zappa. Very mixed refreneces and intellegent. It also has a sweetness that is very evident. The production was very good, mininal, but that helps i think. It is a unique concept albumn.

The only thing that i(my opinion is worthless) didn't like was the bonus tracks, as i thought adding the live performances only took away from the the tightness and listenability of the rest of the albumn.

Another thing that really impressed me was the way the albumn works as a whole. It goes through all the tracks as one and doesn't get tiring at all.

Overall, this work is very impressive. Keep up the work, as i know from your site, you will do just that.

amir motlagh

>Subject: Re: an offer you might refuse
>Date: Thu, 1 Apr 2004 10:24:18 EST
>Dear Amir, I also have the tape you sent The WAH Center. I look forward to
>seeing it and the dvd this weekend. Thank you! Peter In a message dated
>3/31/2004 7:02:19 PM Eastern Standard Time, writes:
>>Hi Peter,
>> Got your CD. Am excited to listen to it. I sent you out a DVD as well,
>>though you got the one before the packaging, sorry, but at least its numbered.

posted by Peter Dizozza 1:53 PM [edit]

Tuesday, March 23, 2004

Has storytelling ever been more palatable?

These Dan Brown debunking books offer interesting concepts which vaporize, somehow, at the end. I read Angels and Demons and The DaVinci Code, and I found, on our common hall radiator, a copy of his Deception point which I'm currently reading.

Here's what I remember of the first two: The lead character was able to successfully parachute from an ascending helecopter into the Tiber river. That description is too delightful for words. Also, the story imploded into its plot -- I'm thinking of the Angels and Demons illuminati conspiracy. By revealing it as a hoax, enacted virtually solo, the author is one step from admitting that it is the product of his own imagination. And does he, perhaps, pander to my desire to say, "Leaders protect us from their own attacks."

The DaVinci Code leaves behind no memory except the feeling that I couldn't put it down until I had finished it. I kept thinking he was going to say something interesting. He must have. Oh, the grail's underneath I.M. Pei's glass pyramid. The buried apocraphal writings tell the true history of the outrageous behaviouralist, Christ. Oh, that's right, Christ's progeny are uniting still, they are the real sangreal, that most precious sacred blood.... Oh yes, Matthew's Gospel, first paragraph, establishes Jesus descending through Joseph from the house of David, and in the second paragraph describes Mary's immaculate conception.

Both books are written to occur within 24 hour segments, which enhances their urgency. I suppose part of my disbelief and awe arises from that achievement. Also, the wind is described blowing an increasingly familiar crew over a glacier in the page I've reached in Deception Point and I enjoy that too.

The theme of books left on the common lobby radiator seems to be the arctic. The last one I found there was Smilla's Sense of Snow. That one revealed a tendency toward leaving us in the snow near a living meteor, comparable to the realization of a dead end in the foreign film (pre Todd Graff reworked) version of "Vanishing."

I remember an Aristotelian requirement for tragedy being that it occurs within 24 hours.

In other news of pop culture:

The movie, 2010, was on TV. HAL the computer, by cooperating with orders, is redeemed. 2010 was released in 1984.

Winged Migration was on the Starz channel. Those geese are stars! One species travelling earth's 12,500 miles, reveals the true meaning of the term, "Bi-Polar."

Coming soon, the new TV show, "Soul Search" tm...
posted by Peter Dizozza 3:12 PM [edit]

Sunday, February 01, 2004

The Turner Classic Movie Cable Station broadcasted the 1941 WB film, Dive Bombers
What about the smoking? Everyone in the film connects with a cigarette. Shockingly technicolor footage makes sense when the support of the us airforce is so apparent. The footage is authentic. The comraderie plays almost romantically. As always, Alexis Smith bears the brunt of female intervention. I'm not sure if she has any better outcome than in leaving the men to their own concerns, our concerns, our country's..., and turning for masculine attention to THE MARINES.

The airforce G tests have increased dramatically, but then, so have the physiques, thanks to what, less smoking?

The film's other female appearance is comic relief as one of the wives attempts to get her alimony and finding her husband in the sick room; eventually he must remain there after he's exposed there to someone with measles. His language-comedian friend has dinner with his wife, meeting her at the familiar apartment housing development she need only mention by name, the parker towers? Her outfits anticipate Marisa Tomei's in MCVinny.

According to the fine headline review of this film, which considers Flynn's possibly traitorous involvement, was it therefore not San Diego but rather Pennsicola Florida where the authentic air/naval base footage was shot?

A performance of Warner Publishing's "What's New" plays in the background during one of the neglect-the-woman-but-attend-to-their-lipstick-dispenser scenes. It is a beautiful green enameled gold lipstick dispenser.

My Diana attributes incremental technological advancements of the last 60 years to the alien visitation at Roswell. How else can we explain the computer chip?

Another good early airplane film, released eight years earlier in the wild 1930s when it was Howard Hughes running air traffic control: Flying Down to Rio.

posted by Peter Dizozza 10:28 AM [edit]

Thursday, January 29, 2004

“Not all the costume changes in the world will matter if the messenger has squandered his treasure by altering his message to suit the convenience of the audience." Edward T. Oakes.
posted by Peter Dizozza 8:07 AM [edit]

Wednesday, December 03, 2003

I went to Orin Buck's new residence on East 49th Street tonight to dub his video of "The Marriage at the Statue of Liberty" (TMATSOL) the latest addition to the Cinema VII Catalogue of projects. For the past three days I've enjoyed editing the different tapes. There are three, two are of the last performance, the other, Orin's, from the performance the night prior. Both nights contained and lacked different elements of music, movement, dialogue and song. By editing the two performances, there was the possibility of assembling a complete version of the play.

The digital formats copy, full length, into the computer, and the VHS dub of Orin's rather professionally shot tape copy into the computer 3 minutes at a time, which made the assembling process somewhat primitive, like editing in 35mm with 400 foot reels of film.

I was editing in my old fashioned way with the modern computer system. Before computers, I edited film that had sound already printed on it, recorded on a magnetic stripe, or, preferably, visible to the eye on an optical stripe. Film sound is ahead of its image. In digital video the sound is married to the image. I don't think it has to be. A program, proprietary in that it must create its own files, called Final Cut, has separable sound/video capabilities. I've chosen, instead, to edit a big "avi" file, perhaps the product of Avid, that familiar word in film production over the past 20 years, and I'm using a program called Videowave. I use the program, maybe, because it came with the purchase of my videocard, and maybe I like it because its video graphics have film sprockets.

As to why bother, two reasons, the first being that I wrote to our Mayor suggesting that the show, A Modern Ballet with Dialogue, could be used to assist in fundraising for the reopening of the Statue of Liberty. The second is a phenomenon created by the dance troupe involved. They performed the last of their three dances in blacklight, assembling the statue with different pieces in white.

Being a "hands on" videographer, if I am also the subject of the video I tend to make horrible mistakes that result in faulty preservation, the best example being forgetting to press a record button.

The last night was the best night, of course, and there are two videos of the last night, both incomplete. About 40 minutes before the performance I pressed record on the one-hour tape in the camera used by my wife, Diana, giving me the first 20 minutes to work with. Roy's fianc�e, Linda, has a public access cable show so I got her tape at first off the TV, and eventually from her video camera. She chose random moments to video but got about half the show, perfect to splice in with Orin's complete tape, with Diana's adding additional angles. Orin, however, although not already familiar with the show, did a good job. He laid mikes on the floor, and he even taped the whole show! I needed his original to match the originals of the more arbitrarily taped versions.

This essay is called Incidental Terrorism... (While the machines were dubbing, we walked east to examine the removal of the "FDR" Highway from beneath Sutton Place onto stumps anchored in the East River, fascinating. There we received summonses for daring to walk in what looked like a platform but what the city calls a park after dark!  Public parks close at dusk!)  

posted by Peter Dizozza 3:28 PM [edit]

Tuesday, November 18, 2003

Ah, what part of myself shall I choose to reveal today? ?
posted by Peter Dizozza 10:26 AM [edit]

Thursday, October 23, 2003

Finally, something of more than purely personal news, a box of art with a stray piece by Rockwell Kent went from 20 to 16000 at the public administrator auction yesterday. Thanks to Diana, I got the signed music by Richard Strauss. No one knew who Dwight Frye was. The direct prints from the complete alice woodcuts were a pleasure to behold. The Knabe piano was a great one. Furniture, chandeliers,
all the ghosts were there.
posted by Peter Dizozza 12:34 PM [edit]

Thursday, August 28, 2003

Anything can happen on the message board.

Send it to why don't you...
Posted by zzzzzzzzz -- is he sleeping? on 8/19/2003, 5:01 pm

Record labels and musicians, want to get your releases reviewed here? We need review copies of your CDs and LPs for our reviews section. Please contact us at

Pro-choice on mental health by Peter Dizozza is a weird CD. In fact, we don't know what to think of it. Is this guy serious? According to his website "he devotes his working life to creating innovative and stimulating entertainment and helping his audience develop confidence, enlightenment and serenity through self-expression". He can't really sing and the 'mini-plays' on this CD ramble on without making much sense. So check it out if you're into really weird stuff, but don't blame us if you fall asleep! (added august 2003)

Link: weirdweirdweirdweirdweirdweirdweirdweirdweird

Re: Send it to why don't you...
Posted by Wide Awake Producer on 8/19/2003, 5:47 pm, in reply to "Send it to why don't you..."

That's not very nice. Peter doesn't deserve to be dissed like that. That cd is what it is. To call yourself Weidomusic and knock that cd for being weird is a weird in itself. Working on that thing was hard. Things are much more complex than meets the eye. The music itself somehow combines Sondheim with early New Wave. It all seems a little confusing until you hear Peter's off the cuff monologue about his friend.
I'm proud of the work that went into that & the results. If you want to sleep to it, well good luck, but I know one thing: A critic is a critic is a critic is a critic (repeat & fade).

Link: M M Musica

Re: Send it to why don't you...
Posted by Oblivious on 8/19/2003, 9:34 pm, in reply to "Re: Send it to why don't you..."

I like Pro Choice... its inventive, entertaining and thoroughly enjoyable. I love the wit and humour engendered in it. I think that dude has not a clue and instead of admitting he isnt smart enough to understand what is an essential antifolk album they cut it down in their snide little way. Weird is a way of saying "I dont understand".

A Champion!
Posted by fenton lawless on 8/20/2003, 12:35 am, in reply to "Re: Send it to why don't you..."

Peter Dizozza is a champion. A first rate guy and a wonderful musician.

(no subject)
Posted by peter on 8/20/2003, 10:40 am, in reply to "A Champion!"

Thank you for the kind words.
I prefer that the CD get reviewed.

What people say is up to them.

I sent it to weirdo cause they include raymond scott, daniel johnston, henry mancini and frank zappa on their short artist list.

Link: review page

Re: Nothing wrong with being weird!
Posted by MMM on 8/20/2003, 11:17 am, in reply to "(no subject)"

Looking forward to your show during the fest Peter!!!!
Wed. Aug. 27-7:30-Lippe
8- Breck Alan
8:30- Peter Dizozza CD Release Party
9- Patsy Grace
9:30-Randi Russo
10-Danny Kelly
11- Toby Goodshank
12-Phoebe Kreutz

Re: Nothing wrong with being weird!
Posted by Meow on 8/21/2003, 12:56 am, in reply to "Re: Nothing wrong with being weird!"

Peter has a hot wife
Have your wife reviewed at my site

Link: Wife swap

Posted by Peter Dizozza on 8/21/2003, 6:54 pm, in reply to "Re: Nothing wrong with being weird!"

Thanks. There's really no comparison.
I can't help but find the generic meow link (it was for funny since, aside from meowing in the Polar Bear Song, I did send my PConMHCD to be reviewed by a site with the generic name (and I love the music they list there.).

Anyway, I take exception to the suggestion that spouses could just send each other, like CDs or other possessions, somewhere to be reviewed.

I wonder if there's a site,, to send… oh, of course, for images of sodomy. Forget it.

This post provides a forum, thank you very much, for a current event issue worthy of comment,

That poster for a porn site currently up at Times Square, did you see it? with the slogan, “who said they cleaned up Times Square,” plastered across the body of a menstruating woman. It means what, that she’s dirty?

Actually, the poster woman is dressed in that slightly stupid shade more suggestive than the “Guilty Pleasures” style of haute couture.

Having been alerted to the conclusion suggested by that ad poster, I take exception to it.

As for the other stuff, I don’t know how to define it but I KNOW it when I see it, why, because I ate from
The Tree of Knowledge!

Re: hi
Posted by Oblivious on 8/21/2003, 9:56 pm, in reply to "hi"

yeah so did I then I drank from the River of Forgetfulness to wash it down and hence my nick
There are no responses to this message.

Re: Send it to why don't you...
Posted by Weirdomusic on 8/26/2003, 10:13 am, in reply to "Re: Send it to why don't you..."

Yup, I admit it: I don't understand what Peter's CD is all about. Has nothing to do with me being a smartass or whatever. Maybe the language barrier is a problem here (English is not my native tongue). I honestly tried to make sense of what is going on - but this is just not my cup of tea. Peter seems a very nice guy (hi Peter!) but for now I'll stick to my conclusion.

Re: Send it to why don't you...
Posted by peter on 8/26/2003, 5:00 pm, in reply to "Re: Send it to why don't you..."

Hi, Marco, wow, you're writing from the Netherlands...
Well, if you know about this message board you probably know about the music info-sites connected with it but here goes,,,
this site's
also, I first heard some of the music your site highlights through

Thanks for writing back.


Re: Send it to why don't you...
Posted by Weirdomusic on 8/27/2003, 4:15 am, in reply to "Re: Send it to why don't you..."
Hey Peter, it was pure coincidence that I ended up on this site - I was checking which sites link to me.
Anyway, I'll take a look at some of the links you suggest.. and yes, maybe I must pop your CD into my player again for another listen...
best wishes,

Re: Send it to why don't you...
Posted by Peter on 8/27/2003, 3:21 pm, in reply to "Re: Send it to why don't you..."

Wow, the internet. A great communication resource!
and for another listen, this time pop the PConMH cd in the computer for the hidden MPEG files...

although the film they're from remains unfinished...

posted by Peter Dizozza 8:14 AM [edit]

Wednesday, July 30, 2003

I dreamt Nicole Kidman and Mick Jagger were married and lived in an apartment we visited, nicely laid out; she had her own room. I wanted to respectfully acknowledge her film career but she suddenly dismissed me for a moment of privacy. I rejoined Diana who was walking (through a hall along an indoor pool) with Julia, another woman friend of Mr. Jagger. They were commenting on the ugliness of the art. I liked it. Peter

Say, those high fallutin' Sparks are back with a new album and a concert in the park!
posted by Peter Dizozza 7:29 AM [edit]

Saturday, July 05, 2003

American History X Post update from North Carolina (June 29, 2003):

Hi Peter,

Hows married life... Just a quick note... the director screwed himself out
of hollywood... he felt the film was out of his control, and rightfully so,
when the lead actor and studio took over the final cut. He wanted to Alan
Smithee the film, which he couldn't due to his contract, so he went on
tirade after tirade.. He felt, in a nutshell, that the film was too
sympathetic to Ed Norton and had a bit of a pussy ending with him...

--Kris (aka krisbee)

posted by Peter Dizozza 9:07 AM [edit]


Thursday, July 03, 2003

"Thank you mama for the nine months you carried me through."

I lost a particularly detailed blogger here. Remember to save your work. I cannot recreate it. Why must my brain be so parsimonious about expressing details?

We're back from our Honeymoon on the independent island of St. Kitts where we stayed at Ottley's Plantation Inn and had a wonderful amazing time.

Eric Lippe called back this morning. I asked him to photograph our wedding (Thank you Julia Schell, Bob Strain, Kathleen Sweeney, Tyr Throne and Orin Buck).

Eric was in Tennessee documenting the showtoppling performances of the Trachtenburgs, Langhorn Slim and James Brown.

He also said that Aaron Wilkenson passed away. I remember Aaron as a songwriting, guitarplaying singer with a uniquely south western US style, he also ran lights and sound at SideWalk for many sets including a few of my own. He was always a welcome presence and his youthful condition in no way prepared one for its organic demise.

(I spoke with Jon Berger since then, who reminded me that Aaron was also once part of the band, The Moldy Peaches. )

A substance abuse doctor is visiting St. Kitts to further research of that pro-choice spiral with assistance from monkeys drafted from the rain forest.

Tourists plied with rum also assist.

Gleeful paranoics agree, the island's veterinary school and the animal testing facility do whatever they can to keep funded. Help stamp out substance abuse!

posted by Peter Dizozza 1:47 PM [edit]

Tuesday, June 24, 2003

Fibrillations synchronize into a pulse pounding steadily as the story progresses.
posted by Peter Dizozza 5:54 PM [edit]

Saturday, June 14, 2003

The rain pounded down harder than I'd ever heard seen or felt it, and it was, after all, the day of the shower.

posted by Peter Dizozza 10:09 PM [edit]

Tuesday, May 13, 2003

We saw American History X, which disturbed you, I know. You thought the technicality of splitting open someone's skull at the jaw (open your mouth on the curb) was an unnecessarily instructional detail.

I think it's helpful to see someone with messianic capabilities safely make his impression on a purely audio/visual recording.

I was soothed and disturbed by the photography of the brother. Not since Deer Hunter's Christopher Walken have I seen such camera adoration.

No, I couldn't get my eyes off the film, its cinematic creativity and the overall miracle of its casting way overweighing its servicable script. How's the director doing today?

Then on another evening after stopping dead in its tracks our apartment renovation by inadvertantly doing yet again another something innordinately offensive, I, alone, reconnected to the TV time-warner's content-providing cable and watched from the floor Kevin Smith's someone and silent bob strike back. That was a full fun compendium of a hollywood moment (April 23rd, perhaps, 2001. Thank you, Mr. Smith. Future generations will salute you for the more-than-a-single-day's care you took in making it.), and having dismantled and disabled my apartment to make it a home, I had truly become the explitive target audience.

What were some of those inadvertant yet innordinately offensive things I had done? So often are they re-enumerated that, like with pop culture overload, my brain eliminates as unnecessary the extra step of storing them. Oh go ahead. Oh, elsewhere...

Say, Kimya and I sang "Don't Cry Out Loud" during her Kimyaoke Happy Hour on Saturday.
Poor Liza, "The different kind of love she thought she'd found.
There was nothin' left but sawdust and some glitter."

That feels good.


posted by Peter Dizozza 2:50 PM [edit]


Tuesday, April 29, 2003

I know I don't have much to add. I do have some innovative new material in the form of songs I've been performing live. The need to watch television for the news was quite time-consuming. Other activities involve getting married, soon. I've also completed post production for Songs of The Golf Wars, my new CD.

It's great to hear Kenny Davidsen's CD, Goodnight Baby, which is production perfect. I hope you like Queen. I hope you like songs getting stuck in your head. He's phenomenal, and rather personal.

Filmmakers can be powerful. I saw Commando with Arnold Schwarzenegger (1986) and saw sown in it the seeds of war for 2003.
posted by Peter Dizozza 1:45 PM [edit]

Wednesday, March 12, 2003

The Last Two Jews in Kabul by the man who wrote Harry and Tonto directed by George Ferencz at La MaMaETC is sure fire entertainment with a spectacular set.
posted by Peter Dizozza 8:36 AM 

Monday, March 10, 2003

Matthew Barney presents, "Find the Orgasm," the cycle of genitals rising in beaded tapioca and petrojel vomit.
with Norman Mailer, Richard Serra, Ursula Andress and the footless paraplegic.
Running through the spiral path, white with pink and green pale colors mostly, with the satanic black and red satin flags reserved for the black plumaged pigeons decorating the back room with their droppings.

The leopard woman, the dropped gonads, the silliniess. Where's the orgasm?
The shimmer of video images white based against a white background.
Alarmingly plain.
posted by Peter Dizozza 9:04 AM

Monday, February 10, 2003

I received this correspondence over the weekend:

Subj: To Michael Douglas esq
Date: 2/9/2003 8:31:42 AM Eastern Standard Time
Received from Internet

To Michael Douglas esquire
Dear Mr Douglas,or should I say Michael Danielovich Demsky ?I am writing to you in earnest as a fellow Russian- Jewish - origin film maker for help !
You apparently have been involved in the putting together of a film about John Drewe .
John Drewe was charged and served a prison sentence in England for defrauding the Tate Gallery as you well know !
Before he was caught I had been assisting his ex partner Batsheva Goudschmidt to let out their house at Rotherwick Road,London NW11.
I stumbled on his fake paintings whilst organising the rooms in their house as I had been left keys to the whole house and one had the paintings in it !
I had moved the paintings to the garage in the house to protect them as there were to be tenants afterwards.
Whilst sorting out and organising the property I also stumbled on M16 top secret papers whoch showed dealings over the sales of weapons to China.
It seems as if Drewe was involved in spy-type activities as well as fake painting production !
Soon after my discovery of the fake paintings and the spy papers my own house was burnt and Drewe is still suspect in regards to this !
The police put him in a line -up but according to the New York Times article on him he had shaven off his moustache and beard and could not be identified !
For eight years since the fire at my house at 49 Lowfield Road,London NW6 I have not been paid out any monies by Zurich insurance company and I have never been given a letter as to why this has been the case !
This has placed my and my children ,now in Israel :Amir 25,Yaron 21,Tali 15 in a continuous state of homelessness and they have not been able to come and stay with me !
Yaron is a paratrooper and teaches hand- to -hand combat and Amir has been in two wars and they need a break !
Kindly help me please .
Yours sincerely,
David Konigsberg Perry C/O 17 Heathcroft,Welgarth Road,London NW117HW & email and mobile tel 078903 44970

Subj: Re: To Michael Douglas esq
Date: 2/9/2003 1:58:11 PM Eastern Standard Time
From: Dizozza600
Dear Mr. Perry, I will post your letter on my journal if you'd like but I have no direct communication with the celebrated and talented actor/director/producer Michael Douglas. I was friends with his step brother, Eric but I have not seen Eric in about 10 years. Yours truly, Peter Dizozza

Subj: Re: To Michael Douglas esq
Date: 2/9/2003 2:46:25 PM Eastern Standard Time
Received from Internet
Thanks...very kind of you..!!!..David

Subj: Re: To Michael Douglas esq
Date: 2/9/2003 3:03:18 PM Eastern Standard Time
From: Dizozza600
Oh, is it all right with you to publicly post the entire email as it was sent to me? See below for the content. Peter

Subj: Re: To Michael Douglas esq
Date: 2/10/2003 5:03:57 AM Eastern Standard Time
Received from Internet: click here for more information

Sure thing ! Have a nice day and you're doin' a very good deed !.David in the UK
posted by Peter Dizozza 7:35 AM 

Thursday, February 06, 2003

Ah, I heard a good song, and why have I never heard it before? I don't know. It's how old?

This is a comment about Queen, one of the few music bands with connections to Zoroastrianism. They sing, "Leave it in the lap of the Gods," a statement both funny and emotionally resonant. Kenny Davidsen said, the great Queen album is called Sheer Heart Attack. The song I always listened to, coming in at under three minutes, is Good Old Fashioned Lover Boy. They wrote performed and recorded so well that one's imagination can't help but go wild from listening to them. They are a testiment to excellence. The good song, the companion piece to GOFLB, is called, "Killer Queen."

Rainer Werner Fassbinder's films return to the film forum. He's another dead overproducer. One of my favorite films is the Marriage of Maria Braun. Many of his films have great titles like, "The Year of Thirteen Moons" and "Ali, Fear Eats the Soul."
posted by Peter Dizozza 9:54 AM 

Wednesday, January 29, 2003

Amy Philips' writing about the antifolk compilations is at The Dufus song she mentions is noticably exceptional. She draws worthwhile attention to Schwervon. Hooray for innovative songwriting!
posted by Peter Dizozza 1:40 PM 

Tuesday, January 14, 2003

I heard the Jazz Band, Mr. Kite, cover Lennon & MaCartney's Mother Nature's Son at DUMBO's Redhouse. Cheryl Crow also covered it for a film called I Am Sam. It's a pretty song.
posted by Peter Dizozza 1:36 PM 

Tuesday, January 07, 2003

I don't resent Catch Me If You Can.

I resent About Schmidt and I'm beginning to question the futility in Election. The director is also responsible for Citizen Ruth.

Mr. Nicholson is playing a former Treblinka Commandant masquerading as a Nebraskan husband/father and retired insurance actuary, hence the title. -- oh, did we cut that scene?

The memorable musical moment is by Satie.

In generating an audience for this noble effort, which is a matter of perfect timing, congratulations to the marketing people.
posted by Peter Dizozza 12:36 PM

Friday, January 03, 2003

Diana and I saw Catch Me If You Can. It was a tremendous investment and I question the return.
posted by Peter Dizozza 2:05 PM 

Monday, December 23, 2002

By the way, those plastic green water bucket tree stands? -- collapsible, and nothing says Bunuellian Christmas better than an evergreen toppling on Santa's elves as they're gift wrapping. Tim-bur. Resurrect it, redecorate it and tie it to a picture hook on the wall. It is beautiful again, even more so away from the radiator.
posted by Peter Dizozza 9:49 AM  

This wake a week pattern has got to break. Richard Pretzer, Deceased as of December 18th, 2002.
posted by Peter Dizozza 8:04 AM

Thursday, December 12, 2002

Christmas trees that are identified as Frazier Firs are very traditional looking. In fact, they have that artificial tree look, but they are real. Put 7-Up in the stand. They'll drink it up. Oh to have a clipped tree, seperated from its undergrowth, vicegripped into a plastic green platform. It smells great and gives the apartment that home feeling. It's right next to the iron curlicued Moroccan daybed. Now all we need is the HO train set circling the little town at the base, and a glowing embered fireplace.

posted by Peter Dizozza 9:36 AM

Wednesday, November 13, 2002

Finally, a new post to put into the past the CD burner problem. However, this post is a followup to a post of the past regarding "two in one through the subway turnstyle." I think it was Abbey Hoffman in Steal This Book who first suggested it and I referred to it as common practice by John and Sally in the novel, The Resurrection.

Maki is 8 months pregnant. She went with her husband together through the turnstyles, and, as it was their second offense, they were HANDCUFFED AND TAKEN TO PRISON. Members of the New York City Police Department kept her safely off the streets and in jail for over three hours. Her husband was in jail for nearly 24 hours. Dear Members of the New York City Police Department, does it help jaywalkers to run over them for crossing the street against a red light?

My 8/19/2001 post includes, deep within it, my two-in-one-turnstyle experience.

(Aha. Note that Blogger's archive does not work for me, nor for you, perhaps. I have a michaeldouglas.blogspot mirror site at

posted by Peter Dizozza 12:38 PM 

Thursday, October 31, 2002

Here's the rest of the CeQuadrat CD maker correspondence.

Subj: RE: CeQuadrat
Date:10/30/2002 2:29:11 PM Eastern Standard Time
With the problem you are describing you will need to contact Windows Media. I am sorry but the CeQuadrat can not help you.
Good Luck

Subj: Re: CeQuadrat
Date: 10/30/2002 3:08:13 PM Eastern Standard Time
From: Dizozza600
Dear Ms. Upton, Please, you can help me if you can tell the computer my pre-installed program is OK. Windows Media Player is not doing shutting down my CeQuadrat program unless you told them to do it. Someone in your programming area came up with this unregistered shutdown device. Peter Dizozza

Subj: RE: CeQuadrat
Date: 10/31/2002 8:02:58 AM Eastern Standard Time
I am sorry this is not something I can do for you. If you need technical support for the version of software you will need to pay for support. It is a $35.00 per incident charge. When calling in we will get your information and arrange for a call back. Please call 408-934-7283, for the support on this software. You could also check the web site for your product at , this site has all the updates along with trouble shooting tips. I am sorry but I do not have any knowledge about this product. Again your best resource for the assistant you are asking for would come from Windows Medias Player.

Subj: Re: CeQuadrat
Date: 10/31/2002 10:08:13 AM Eastern Standard Time
From: Dizozza600
Someone at your office must know what I am talking about. Please ask. Peter

RE: CeQuadrat Date:10/31/2002
10:38:55 AM Eastern Standard Time
NO I do not have anyone I can ask. I am sorry I can not assist you. I have given you your support options. Sorry.

Subj: Re: CeQuadrat
Date: 10/31/2002 11:12:35 AM Eastern Standard Time
From: Dizozza600
Oops, sorry. Roxio is responsible for the identification of an unregistered version of CeQuadrat's CD burning software on an old computer that came with the software. Congratulations on a piracy device that also causes planned obsolesence. How silly of me to think I have a right to software that came preinstalled on my computer. Either someone there knows what I'm writing about or I am not really corresponding with anyone at Roxio. Some support.
posted by Peter Dizozza 8:23 AM

Wednesday, October 30, 2002

Ah, I see this is the blogger where I referred to the CD burning capabilities lost upon downloading windows media player beta 9x.

Here's today's correspondence from Roxio, the microsoft media player affiliated company which coincidentally bought the German cd burning program, CeQuadrat, which compaq included on my machine back in 1999.

"Thank you for your letter, my name is Kathie and I have been assigned to provide you with the information you need to get help with the issues you addressed in your letter.

"When CeQuadrant is preloaded the support that you may be entitled to on complimentary bases would come directly from the company that furnished you with the software. In your case the support would come from Compaq. There phone number is 800-652-6672.

"You can also go to , this has all updates that are available for the software along with trouble shooting tips. This is a free update.

"If you would like to speak to one of our Technicians it would be at a $35.00 per incident charge and we would have to arrange for a call back. To speak to Technical Support you will need to call 408-934-7283.

"Again I want to thank you for taking the time to write us.

"Best regards,

"Kathie Upton
Customer Service Representative
The Digital Media Company
6900 Wedgwood Road Suite 200
Maple Grove, MN 55311 USA
Customer Service: 408-946-4949
Fax: 763-494-7303
Featuring the Best-Selling CD-Recording Software in the World"

I wrote back as follows:

Dear Kathie,

Thank you for your response!

You actually may be able to help me from where you are because I downloaded Windows Media Player 9 Beta and that notified you, meaning Roxio, of the existence on my computer of the old CeQuadrat software. My compaq computer is over three years old and I suppose it is to your software's credit that it continues to run well and usefully. I just need your permission, now, to run it. Please provide the information I need to assure my computer that it is OK to run the program. Please send my computer something (the way it obviously sent something to you through the media player and then you sent something back to it) to let my computer know that I have the software legally and that it doesn't have to arrest itself or me as a result of my purchase of a computer.

I hope that this proiblem I am having is not the result of roxio/CeQuadrats dissatisfaction with compaq, in that you feel they have not fairly compensated you for including your software in their computer. In that case I don't know what to do. I will notify them of your position and how it affects their customers.


Peter Dizozza

posted by Peter Dizozza 11:16 AM

Monday, October 21, 2002

I'm typing in the words of Beck Hansen which appear on my Visor.
"I don't want to be in a situation like some of these musicians who might as well not have a front door -- anybody can walk in and see everything. I'm about making art and music and performing. I'm not a big believer in the everything's-on-the-table philosphy. I don't understand these people who overexpose themselves. What kind of a life is that?" uh.

"I'm about making art and music and performing" is a good reminder for one's life purpose. Is it in answer to the question, Who are you? No, it answers, "What are you about?" About face!

Right now, my life is about playing piano and teaching everyone their singing parts for Salad Days!

This is while other things go on about me.

By the way, I lost all CD burner capabilities by downloading Windows Media Player Beta 9x...

And why doesn't timewarnercable carry the UN channel (78 in Manhattan)?
posted by Peter Dizozza 3:00 PM

Thursday, October 17, 2002

Is the woman on the phone arguing with her errant marginal lover who keeps getting in trouble with the law, or with her errant 6 year old son, who keeps stealing the other child's pokeman?
posted by Peter Dizozza 3:23 PM

Tuesday, October 08, 2002

Spike Lee re-earns his reputation as a filmmaker with his short subject, "We Wuz Robbed," a spectacular construct of interviews/portraits and photos. I was most affected, previously, by his biography of Malcom X, a man who, during my schooling which embraced Martin Luther King, simply did not exist. The depiction of Muslim rigor in contrast to the post slavery malaise was inspiring and disturbing, as is any facist neatening and ordering in our lives. I also enjoyed a scene, a descent into a crack building, from one of his films, was it the Malcom X one? using Stevie Wonder's Living for the Ci-tay... Uh, actually Stevie Wonder (remember Gangster's Paradise?) is simply too great a composer not to enhance anything that draws upon his source material...

Definitely NOT Bush, yet neither Gore, nor Lieberman, really wanted to win. They were conceding. They were forced to put on an opposition. Lieberman likes Connecticut. Gore enjoys writing knowingly about subjects he wants to learn more about. With unfinished business, continuity is important, referring to the son of a former president becoming president in time to strengthen his family's oil business. We Wuz Robbed discusses events from a few days prior to the election up until the US Supreme Court denial. One is left simply flabergasted anew.

The Palestinian film, Divine Intervention, was at least moderately budgeted. I asked, were those real border checkpoints? No, he built them within Jerusalem. "Oh my, what am I doing in Hizballah?" asked some tourists who drove upon the set. Mr. Pena's description in the program defines the film as "a provication, but one rooted in a reasoned expectation of both justice and peace." Upon seeing the film I ask, what is going on there? and want to issue a blanket apology.

With the pit and the pendulum, bullies victimize, and enoble-ize and enable-ize.
posted by Peter Dizozza 7:39 AM 

And have uncentered everything else.
posted by Peter Dizozza 7:06 AM 
Ah, and now I have centered the little button.
posted by Peter Dizozza 7:05 AM 
Oh my, can you imagine. I'm inserting a little paypal button!
posted by Peter Dizozza 7:02 AM 
I attended a screening at The New York Film Festival. What fun. Divine Intervention, plus a Spike Lee rolled Joint.
posted by Peter Dizozza 7:00 AM

Thursday, October 03, 2002

Ah, the grammatical incoherencies of the October 2nd post. Comments have ranged from sympathy for Marc's father, apparently a very generous and much revered gentleman, to questioning my statement about calling an escort service with the expectations of being robbed. It should not be an expectation. Marc was not running a sting operation. Escort agencies don't want any trouble. The next step will be a civil action, against the escort agency, for negligent hiring.

I already covered this story in my 1988 musical, Kingdom Come.
posted by Peter Dizozza 1:53 PM

Wednesday, October 02, 2002

Jury duty happens but once every four years, and perhaps after a fifth adjournment it will be more like five years. Last time I was there it was as an alternate, one who sits, listens and eats lunch at the Odeon with the other jurors including the man who made my tuxedo, Flusser, but does not ultimately deliberate, in a civil case in supreme (before Lorraine Miller) claiming damages for boyscout child molestation, regarding incidents that occurred well over 10 years prior to the date of trial. Can't we just forget about it? The jury did after spending five days considering the brushing of genitals in the swimming pool and other suggestive incidents.

And now, here we are, five years later (and that case went on appeal to be affirmed)... I am in the criminal jury pool. 100 centre, the place where you're guaranteed a tourist's visit of entertainment. My friend from Germany had it in her tour guide. NIGHT Court. 2AM, Can't sleep? Get downtown to 100 Centre and sit in the back.


So let's review, September 30th, Monday, a fresh batch of jurors, the cream of the crop, for Judge Herbert Altman. 64 from the 100 in the waiting room go to his beautiful wireless amplified courtroom on the 11th floor. I'm among them. Of the 16 called to sit in the box, three are lawyers. Tell us about yourself, he actually asks each and they pass down the wireless mike. Lawyer, what school, Harvard, next lawyer, what school, Harvard, one at Cravath, one at Straub's Wilkie, the other one, not employed, from Fordham, and quite a few of the professionals up there were seeking new employment. Also among them was a cardiologist from Canada employed by Mount Sinai... And a bond trader who actually made it onto the jury.

After the judge let us meet the panel, the first question from the DA raised the term, Escort service? Would you give credence to the testimony of a man who called upon, who invoked, to use my own term, Escorts? What if he was a former SUBSTANCE ABUSER? Substances? Oh, please. What if a stripper was a defendant? Would you believe her? That's it, I'm back there tomorrow. It's my duty as a juror.


I was not chosen on Monday. I went with another panel to a case in a smaller courtroom before Judge A. Kirke Bartley. His question, if I may paraphrase rightly, began, would you take issue regarding matters concerning gypsy people or as they are commonly called, gypsies? Do any of you know Duke Stevens? Jack Goldman? Nick Johns? Come back tomorrow morning.

Me: Hey guys, I have a motion to attend to in the morning.
Professional courtesy (like the shark joke), permitted me to be excused and return to the jury pool which I did after the motion the next day, October 1st, signing in and out to check out Judge Altman's part. It was 11:30 AM, just in time for the jury to enter for the first time that morning.

CASE ONE (continued)

Opening statement highlight, "and that my client will spend his 22nd birthday free of these charges." Objection, sustained, defense counsel gathers his notes and sits down.

I'm thinking, what? Ian, the coconspirator to this charge of robbery, assault with a deadly weapon and attempted extortion is 21! Kerry, the big breasted mini-faced blond woman with the swishy moves, is certainly in her thirties. I'm reminded of Judge Altman's words to the jurors, willing accomplices are equally guilty.

Witness takes the stand. 45, slender, dark hair kinda wild. DA"Okay, what do you do,"
"I'm self employed now. I'm a hedge fund manager." What is that?
"Someone who manages hedge funds."
Defense attorney (probably stifling a laugh), "Could you read that back please."
I guess further clarification is that a hedge fund hedges funds (I think it's a daily bet on whether the stock market goes up or down.)

Former DEA FBI employee, Robert Stang, also appeared, hired by the family and aware of witness victim's problems. He put some men on the job and stung Ian after Ian picked up his 50,000 check from the house. Marc slipped it through the mailslot.

Earlier testimony from Marc established that Marc had required the services of 50 to 75 escorts during that year. He's divorced, you see.

What are we considering here?

I must ask, Mr. Weill, what are you doing, running a sting operation? You called an escort service, that's like saying, rob me if you can. The good news is that Marc's father, Sandy, Citigroup's chairman, no longer employs Marc there.

What did you do with Kerry? Partied. Did the relationship become personal? Yes, in that I spoke to her about personal matters. I lent her money, over 8thousand including 5 for her landlord so that she and her child could move (Ian?) Supposedly she was bringing Ian over to set up a repayment schedule...

Apparently after Ian's arrest, a search of Kerry's apartment found the gun allegedly used to point out Marc's face.


Last but not least, I was called to consider a case on Broadway by Leonard, an alleged robbery of memorabilia from an eccentric older man (40) by a cute lanky long strawberry blond haired wire rimmed glasses wearing fellow with big healed black sneakers.

One of the jurors also dealt in high end baseball card memorabilia. I would have said, but saw earlier on that neither ADA Scheidt, nor the soft spoken defense counsel woman were seriously considering me, that I collect what might be considered memorabilia but not to sell. Thank you, for the glimpse of the photos of the witness victim's messy apartment.

CASE ONE (conclusion)

5:15, come back tomorrow, which is today. 


Catch Private Detective Stang (retained by the family)'s testimony.

"I haven't billed them for a while but I'll probably for today."

"Why were you retained by them?"  


posted by Peter Dizozza 11:53 AM 

Tuesday, October 01, 2002

It is over a month since my last die-ray ent-ray. We had a splendid run of The Golf Wars, I'm onto the next project which is the sequel of my collaboration with Tom Nondorf who chose, for the St. Jean's Auditorium Players, to revive Salad Days, a show that includes a magic piano in the park, and a flying saucer to help them find it when it's lost. The music reminds me of British Music Hall routines, simple but fast (the challenge is in getting them up to speed). Then there's dancing. The piano has to unleash the cast. Hey, it's fun. And The Golf Wars was fun. I was unavoidably flattered when one of the cast members thanked me for writing it. I can paint a happy picture, let's see, I can simply quote Kenny Davidsen. I'm making money and loving every minute of it and the album will be done in a few months. That's his quote but I can adopt it.
posted by Peter Dizozza 8:57 PM 

Monday, August 26, 2002

Oh, one of songs is downloadable at
posted by Peter Dizozza 12:08 PM
This post appeared on the Olive Juice Message Board regarding the new Olive Juice Call it What You Want, This is Antifolk Compilation and three songs that appear on it.

Olive Juice Music
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Re: Hurt me! Please!!!!!
Posted by Peter Dizozza Annonymous on 8/19/2002, 5:40 pm , in reply to "Hurt me! Please!!!!!"

Thank you for recording, mixing and mastering such a wonderfully varied and legendary compilation. The layout is clear and easy to follow and it's full of interesting sounds.
Oops, what about being a cryptic wiseass? OK, that's easy, I mean,

Why is your song on it so apocalyptic? Who could guess that we marry to be free and that if we find ourselves we'll be enslaved worse than ever? Thanks. It is consoling, though, to know that the world itself is not actually falling apart.

It sounds good saying it, but can someone please identify "the ####." How can we get it out of "my town" if we don't know what it is?

Onto another topic. Ignorant about the origin of pretzels, which I ate just the other day, I asked that special someone who said, and I paraphrase:

Ballentine Monks rewarded prayer novitiates with pretzels. See them praying with their arms crossed over their chests? That baker's treat really took off, yes?

Swastikas, on the other hand must have been an ancient sanskrit symbol out of India because Kipling used the swastika symbol on the cover of his 1902 book, Kim. In the 1930s, Nazis revived and reversed the design, turning it into their symbol.

Thus, unlike monks with the pretzel and its combos*, nazis poisoned the market for baked swastikas and combos like the mozerella swastika. Yours truly,
General Foods.

* Combos are pretzel bits stuffed with cheddar.

posted by Peter Dizozza 12:06 PM

Tuesday, August 13, 2002

Sometimes the right doesn't know what the left is doing so I'm jumping to the left, which means rather than write here I'm writing at
posted by Peter Dizozza 12:04 PM

Wednesday, August 07, 2002

Oh, I see. Marry to be free because the heart only peaks out its little paws) feels free when it is in a place of emotional safety.

Goethe puts into the words of Werther, by way of Victor Lange's English translation, "He is so exceedingly anxious to justify himself that if he thinks he has said anything too precipitous or too general or only half true, he never stops qualifying, modifying and extenuating, till at last it appears he has said nothing at all."

It is time to revise a performance script of The Golf Wars.
posted by Peter Dizozza 9:56 PM

Tuesday, August 06, 2002

(from an email)
Diane Cluck is so imaginative and self-disciplined. My head is spinning.

"We spend 3/4s of the time apologising for the 1/4 of the time we're thoughtless..."

Monte Carlo creates a clarity moment in the midst of SUFFOCATING VACATION,

people acting like they own their companions during the time they are renting them,

clarity shared by everyone through an expressive act of communication.

At one point in the song she describes what she sees in real time.

From Matt I learned,
You can not heal what you cannot feel.
& Marry to be free, find yourself to be enslaved.

posted by Peter Dizozza 9:08 PM 

Monday, August 05, 2002

Am I mistaken or are the first words out of Elvis Costello, "Welcome to my working week. I know it don't thrill you. I hope it don't kill you. Welcome to my working week. you better do it 'til you're through it, so you better get to it." (?) It is good advice. Thank you, EC.

I dreamt I jumped from a plane into the water, and I broke my fall by intentionally riding the wind.

(The jawdroppingly colorful surfer movie from 1958, Slippery When Wet, gave some meaning to the comment, I have cable, because it was on last night and during a break from the surfing, the guys dove!)

Anyway, I landed and, once I was walking around my arms kept floating up above my shoulders, 'cause I was lighter than air.

I also dreamt of a drought that became apparent at the upper end of a lake, an inlet, that was grassy instead of watery.
I viewed it from a screened in porch attached to a ranch resort cabana that I was crashing for the food. ("Do you want any food?" Reaching for a paper towel, I dropped the paper towel dispenser that was over the sink which was adjacent to the bed. I dropped the paper towel dispenser on the bed!)
The porch was ancient and unused since its view was of a depressing reminder of the vital stream that once flowed there.
I attempted to open a window which crashed off its hinges onto the ground.
What was a window doing in a screened in porch?
Up above us was the hole of a mountain lake. It once held the water that overflowed through the stream that led to the valley lake.

I also dreamt I was driving nine people, two of whom were in the trunk, those two nearly forgotten as we collected ourselves following my driving the car off a bridge onto the embankment. When we finally remembered to open the trunk they were disheveled and drenched in sweat. I was attempting to drive everyone home...

This has been an odd night of irritation. "I'm dying of hunger and I'm dressed in shorts," yelled a passerby into a cellphone. The woman at the 2nd Ave. liquor store was losing her head arguing into the phone and at the fellow running the store with her. "I don't give a fuck about spending time with you and your friends." Has everyone decided to quit smoking at the same time?

posted by Peter Dizozza 8:34 PM

Wednesday, July 24, 2002

I went to a private cardiologist for a check-up, 'cause since age 13 I've had an arrhytmia named after Woff, Parkinson & White. That misshapen ekg beat permits a short circuit within the heart so that a rapid mini beat occurs. During these palpitations, the blood circulates minimally; I'm sure it's much easier for the heart to enter into this little selfish beat, it's just that the rest of the body doesn't get the blood. The heart contains within itself the blood as it (merrily?) beats 240 the minute.

This is an old odd story to me, and, amidst the lessons we are learning daily, consider the following.

After a prescription renewal mix-up on the part of the (inefficiently run?) office of Dr. Mayer Ballas, in Forest Hills, renewing one prescription and not the other, and as a result of it, Dr. Ballas refused to speak with me, rejected his doctor patient relationship and withdrew as my doctor when I attempted to make an appointment with him.

He has been my doctor for 25 years.

His behaviour has impressed me. I forgive him on both a professional and personal level.

So I saw another cardiologist. One of the medications really doesn't need to be renewed. It causes arrhytmia. It's called Quinaglute. I've stopped taking it.

Once again, my only ailments are mental.
posted by Peter Dizozza 11:12 AM 

The Park Fests are progressing well.

Progress... My creative work exists under the name, Cinema VII, simply because it is exists apart from me, contained within a preserved medium. I am the source, yet I see myself as not always the source. In fact, I want my work to exist apart from me so that I can move on. I love the technology that permits us to be regenerated. Is there something missing in the regeneration?

I preserve what I've done and move on. Forgetting what we learned we keep learning.

Merce Cunningham, 50 Years of Forward Motion...
posted by Peter Dizozza 10:29 AM.

What a stupid post from July 11th! Regarding one's financial decisions, if I sold then the money I would have received would be 7,500 more than now. Oh, Roberta just brought in an email regarding bottle deposit return on Budweiser. A thousand dollar investment would have returned a coupl'a'hunerd.

What else is new, please?
posted by Peter Dizozza 7:26 AM.

Thursday, July 11, 2002

I spent so far this year over thirty thousand dollars and if I sell the stocks and funds I own I will have lost another thirty thousand or nearly half their value. Boy, I had no idea I had that much money!
posted by Peter Dizozza 10:30 AM 

Saturday, June 22, 2002

Prepare to Meet Your Maker, the surrealist musical mystery play, had its 29th performance, its history documented elsewhere on the site. We performed the fifth of its six performances at the WAH Center, last night.

The Twenty-Ninth Performance of Prepare to Meet Your Maker went well. I participated with Drew Blood; we had taken over for Josh and Jason who dropped out last week, and that is when the phallus in Orin’s display went missing. The whole point of the story is the missing phallus; I mean the Isis Osiris story incorporated into ours.

Audience members included Bruce Brown and Enid, his wife, and Marc Baron and Cinti and her friend Candida, and two Hasidic boys, well garbed, in time for sundown since we began at 8:30.

We’re in the longest days of the year, so sunset couldn’t have been much later here in New York, along the same latitudinal meridian as Barcelona.

Our next performance features me at the piano. Tonight Kenny and Brian performed beautifully, with amazing dynamic variation, with that $200 Yamaha Keyboard, the best around. Please, it’s a quite unreasonably good sounding keyboard. Yamaha electronics have a superior musicality, my prior experience being with the QY10 and the original DX7.

Tony Hightower continues to achieve new heights of drama and entertainment, along with his splendid singing voice, this time as Quasimodo with Meghan Elizabeth Burns. The miracle here is that for the past four performances the originator of the role, Lisa Dery, returned to the role with some perspective and great charm. They both do wonderful unique interpretations.

Lisa Sredniawski (Lisa Shred) took over as Mathilda for Linda Kobylinski (who was needed in Sharon's Putnam which had its run extended at a new theatre.) I was backstage throughout our performance and it was always a pleasure to see Lisa smiling and enjoying herself. Kimberly Mossel continues to keep the show running, and doing a wonderful job as she improves her presentation skills and adjusts to the echo-ey surroundings. Seeing a performance by Laurel Hoffman simply sells you on Laurel Hoffman. Drew Blood, well, I directed the torment of his restlessness upon myself and he was helpful and dynamically unique, as Tyr Throne, the director, could not be there this evening.

Petris came by this evening; he's the Finnish director with plans to do a play about a boy named Lionheart. We look forward to seeing more from him.

The WAH Center third floor is resonant, wet, I believe, is the term, and naturally so, so it sounds great. The cast has learned to adjust. Rene Moreno, the artist who is often there at the Center, ran lights and even held a beautiful umbrella over Laurel and Lisa as they performed the Pokida/Samama scene.
posted by Peter Dizozza 10:05 PM

Thursday, June 13, 2002

July, 1938. Winston Churchill, in his speech on Civilization, defined it as a society based upon the opinion of civilians. In its soil grow continuously freedom comfort and culture! It is there that the traditions of the past are cherished and the inheritance bequeathed to us by former wise or valient men becomes a rich estate to be enjoyed and used by all. Unite to defend civilization, freedom and peace. Show yourself possessed of a constabulary power before which barbaric and atavistic forces will stand in awe.
posted by Peter Dizozza 9:09 PM

Wednesday, June 05, 2002

Sharon Fogarty's play, "Putnam," considers the excesses of fame, providing its cast with the opportunity to portray the famous. There is a crossover between achieving fame and providing the world with valuable personal offerings. The untimely death element follows closely along the path to fame. Perhaps untimely death follows along all our paths, particularly those on the paths less travelled. In "Putnam" Sharon rejects the connection between fame and untimely death (Note: I have replaced the word "disaster" with the term "untimely death."). Her view was that the death was a ruse and that the "famous" faked their deaths to continue pursuing their life's purpose, whatever that might be. She considers the charged careers of Marilyn Monroe, Billie Holiday, Elvis Presley, John Lennon and Janis Joplin.

I will jump immediately to the pleasures of the play. John Lennon, the composer, the songwriter, was inspired. His work inspired others, and I mean that in a nearly technical way. There is a school of composition arising from his inspiration and Sharon furthered it by writing a beautiful song in his style. Al Quagliata gave a very pleasant performance seated with the fictitious Mr. Putnam as they drew with crayons on paper plates. The cast offstage did the "Ahhh" back-up vocals so typical of the dreamy side of John Lennon. Lennon did a beautiful job expressing love as a universal state of being and Sharon furthered it. This scene is a beautiful theatrical moment.

Rather than approach head-on the dramatic material put forth by Sharon, I will now list some John-Lennon-inspired breakthroughs, those of which I am aware, and these are highlights for the artists who did them. Billy Joel's "Laura," and ELO Adrian Lynn's "My Shangrila has gone away.... fading like the beatles on hey jude??? Judy Judy Judy..."

Putnam's Lennon moment followed a psychedelic Janis Joplin moment, convincingly created by Linda Kobylinski (She sings as Mathilda and Samamama in the Prepare to Meet Your Maker Soundtrack.). The feeling of nostalgia it created may simply be of the Strawberry Alarmclock cameo in the film "Beyond the Valley of the Dolls" (to some of you this reference will not be obscure). More recently, I attended a party in an abandoned building next to the Williamsburg Bridge, which means I have a real psychedelic '60's nostalgia that dates from a mere two months ago. Anyway, Mike Meyers has made this nostalgia his niche so for a dose of it you know where to go.

Hey, Mike Meyers is famous.

So riding on the wings of fame can provide the boost needed to fly on your own.

Sharon's play rides on the wings of the famous while providing a fictional character who lacks the iconographic mannerisms of the celebrity. Maybe if she assigned a real person, I don't know, like Bono -- who is actually one step away from nonentity in my mind, replaced by impressions of Brian Pilten covering Bono's amazing "One Love One Life Love is a something or other..., an ember, ... a temple?" It sounded like Bono's answer to Sting's "Every Breath... Every Move ... I'll be Watching..."

Bono. He's surely famous. Give Putnam Bono's iconographic mannerisms... Bono must have some magnetism, I mean, Werner Herzog attended to him, I think... In fact, seeing someone immitate Bono will increase one's appreciation of Bono.

The pleasure of the play is to see how well the cast's personal magnetism filtered through their "immitation" of the stars...

As for the folks they immitated, good thing they are famous because they can continue to inspire us. They inspired the cast...

I saw the Sunday performance of June 2nd, 2002.
posted by Peter Dizozza 9:31 AM

Tuesday, May 21, 2002

Lach was back running the antihoot at SideWalk, NYC, last Monday, singing "Smokin' Again" and "Drinkin' Beers with Mom." People packed the place. Last Up Larry was first up at the open mike with help from blues wailer Amos Simplesoma Elpmis, singing something like "the last time I took acid I went insane," but that's the Jeff Lewis version. Jon Berger ran the Leisure sUit Larry slide show that accompanied Larry's dreamy effect-enhanced brilliant guitar playing. There was a movie screen mounted on the stage. That was what brought me into the lobster booth close to the stage. It's an enclosed red booth. I was sitting with Charles Herold, The New York Times Computer Game Critic. Already in the booth were Eric, a playwright who had signed up to play, & Lindsay, a young lady and pure audience member who intends to sign up next time, both of whom were attending the antihoot for the first time. The slides were striking transparencies of Larry's hallucinatory artwork, such as a lady witch and a masculine wingless dodo bird over a caldron on the land's edge, surrounded by water, the bird squeezing the contents of a toothpaste tube into the cauldron. The landscapes are spectacular, usually involving some body of water, rivers from mountains, ponds, spindly christmas trees populated by spindly figures, spindly santa clauses, astronauts, monsters. The colors are brilliantly combined with a sophistication worthy of the Disney staff. Quite the imagination stimulant. Last Up Larry plays SideWalk Sunday (5/26/2002) at 10 after my Golf Wars at 8 and Helen Stratford at 9.
Next up, Aaron Brady sang about phoning or being phoned and knowing both want it and if she says no he'll find someone else instead, perhaps not without a bit of sardonic bitterness. Maybe it was without irony and simply a song of accurate reporting. He also sang about a beautiful thing.
Charlotte had a big out of tune voice, meaning she stretched the notes or contracted them in revolt against the guitar accompaniment. Lyric ending the first song was "Hold my head up high and see what life brings." In the second she sang, "I will web you and drink your blood," I think. "Fly away from here" was also among the sentiments she expressed. People who do not find Grace Slick irritating may also enjoy Charlotte.
Casey, Jen Lindsay's collaborator, sang on an electric guitar, Thin Air and Carousel on the Moon.
Helen Stratford continues to confront people with her zonked leachy used abused woman routine in "Me." "No more sleaze, just a hug" is the ending plea, which tempers and touches. Well, now I've had enough to confront the possibility that she is simply being clever and contrived. The rhymes arising from the list of drugs is more cole porter than lou reed -- this is fine. Then she sings, beat me or something... "I deserve punitive damages and by the way can I hit you up for a sandwich?" The audience loved it. She's a real German chanteuse like Deitrich and Lemperer. It's growing on me again to write about it, but I was beginning to feel, yech. I suppose -- and forgive the graphic suggestions for they are worth considering -- predators, men in particular, are manipulating such a woman to become the way she is for purposes of turning her into a sex object and should confront the reality of her after they've through her been satiated. The predator's actions arising from his or her fear of intimacy produces a victim far more cloying. Predators? Victims? Become more goal oriented... Someday you'll meet your equal.
Nino, who is, I believe, Argentinean, played next. The amazing sound system picked up every click of his guitar. It's a percussive instrument. He introduced his second song as being "about one night stands." "I was born to tell this story." "How's my hair?" he asked, an inquiry that betrays being self conscious about one's basically handsome appearance.
Julian Ballard took to the piano singing all right with you. If it's all right. Julian has a nice low voice. His performance was not without snaz, and it was almost a challenge to like him. The music demands to be liked. His technique and quirky material win out in the end. See him there Saturday at 8.
posted by Peter Dizozza 8:33 AM

Thursday, May 16, 2002

Publication Notice: A new AntiFolk MagaZine centering around SideWalk artists who also play the RaVen is now available. What was formerly called AntiMatters is now AU Base and its editor in chief is none other than the amazing Patsy Grace.

By the way, regarding Rick Shapiro, like Lach says, he's "The Only Comedian That Matters."
posted by Peter Dizozza 1:16 PM

Wednesday, May 15, 2002

Sometimes I feel sad and dissolute, in a state of suspension.

Anu cut my hair last night. She did so in gratitude for the Anu Hair Graduation pages at

My hair looks good!

Then I attended the SideWalk performances of Toby Goodshank and Kimya Dawson. Theirs is a style in stark contrast to the antifolk history of histrionics (a subchapter). The intensity remains. The delusion of a relaxation aura permeates. They are acting like wheel cogs performing their assigned function. They are highly observable. They are honest and confrontational and yet pleasing to the eye. Their material is outrageously humorous. I will take them up on their performance suggestions, I who was always the piano pounder, singing above my natural register... A parallel to their progression (Through "Hammel on Trial" into "Major Matt Mason, USA") may be traced in the performance of Hoagy Carmichael. He seemed to get slower, from the bix band days into the lazy river days. He didn't deintensify his performance, he only made it sound like he did.

I ran into Rick Shapiro. He had read something I wrote about him that I think you will find in these archives, around July 2001. It was a wonderful moment to see him look back at me with some inkling of recognition.

posted by Peter Dizozza 2:26 PM

Tuesday, April 30, 2002

The Prepare to Meet Your Maker Soundtrack will be mixed on Saturday.
posted by Peter Dizozza 10:17 AM

[4/26/2002 9:34:44 AM | Peter Dizozza]
The Association of the Bar of the City of New York hosted a scotch tasting evening last night. Clunk on the floor. My favorite was that 19 year old dark one with the smokey aftertaste, but please, at one point my throat was emulating the Strept Condition. Barley and malt ferment. Single malt? The Scotland Highlands. The problem with a promotion like that is afterward you can't remember a thing. Last night my innards were burning. That's a hearty crew. Later on I ran into Turner Cody, Brer Brian, Spencer Chakidis, Monica, Turner went back to tip the bartender, our anti-hoot friend George Levy, hey, the Cinema Place on East 11th got its liquor license. I walked with him to discover all this.

Brer helped improve the Cinema VII collective with some worthwhile links to be found on his star galaxy page, and I note here his info about Surf Reality (open mikes Sunday hosted by Face boy) and Collective Unconsciousness (open mikes Wednesday hosted by Rev. Jen) <- that's the info. I saw him twice yesterday, once in the morning and once in the evening.

Hey, tonight the moon is very full.

Sunday, April 21, 2002

Dear Terry and Yuko, I include in this email an informative, if completely outrageous, speach given during one of the early runs of Prepare to Meet Your Maker.

Here's an announcement:

The theatrical centerpiece of the WAH Center's Apocalypse '99 returns to the stage June 2nd, 7, 8 & 9 & 14, 15 & 16

Celebrating the release of the WAH Center's first musical theatre soundtrack album, the WAH Center Theatre Wing will present seven encore performances of Prepare to Meet Your Maker.

For your consideration: The Essay: Prepare to Meet Your Maker and the Issue of Consent (Please note that, herein, kiss may be substituted for all terms of passion.)

Good evening, Ladies and Gentlemen. Allow me to introduce to you Prepare to Meet Your Maker, the heavenly musical mystery play by Peter DIzozza (celebrating the release of its soundtrack album with seven performances at the Williamsburg Art & Historical Center.)

This surrealist masterwork depicts the meeting of a corpse, Cementeria, and a gravedigger, Quasimodo, who, through contact with one another, are both invigorated and revitalized.

The action takes place in and around a pearly-gated community, called the Ordered World. Only people who have been to the baptist may enter this exclusive enclave.

Cementeria (an unwashed cindergirl) takes drastic, and some may say offensive, steps to be with the baptist -- in doing so she follows in the footsteps of Salome.

By beheading the baptist, she gains entrance to the Ordered World, but, once inside, she meets her maker, dies and is promptly removed by Quasimodo and other hunchbacked gravediggers, who treat her lifeless body like so much after-dinner garbage.

The male romantic lead in this work, Quasimodo, initially sees himself as repellent and solitary, certainly not above administering rohypnol, the "date/rape drug," if such were available. Instead, he satisfies himself with the dead. Therefore, the only Ordered World residents he embraces are corpses.

The discarded Cementeria offers much to those with whom she comes in contact, and Quasimodo is the first to discover this.

When Quasimodo's graveyard lovemaking awakens Cementeria, her first order of business is to improve his health and posture "I don't like you hunched over like that. Stand up straight."). Then, applying lessons in personal hygene learned from her experience with the baptist, she and Quasimodo return to the pearly gated community of the ordered world (through a side entrance) and present themselves as a proud couple that the ordered world residents wish to embrace and include among the best of them.

All goes well for a time until Quasimodo reveals their secret, "She's dead and my fucking her is what's keeping her alive."

Upon learning this, a strong-arm coalition of necrophiliac-bashers force them to separate.

The rest of the story portrays their reunion and subsequent rehabilitation as participants in an ancient Egyptian tale of resurrection, the legend of Isis and Osiris.

(Kerrigan Webb as Cementeria and Charles Herold as Quasimodo)

Along with the dead, many issues are raised within the breathtaking scope of this work, not the least of which is the issue of preservation or disposal of the dead, currently an issue of cryonics or cremation. Furthermore, as a surrealist work, Prepare to Meet Your Maker defies explanation, yet one issue does reoccur which is worth considering during the Dawn of the Age of Romantic Enlightenment announced within the work, and that is why, I suggest we consider Prepare to Meet Your Maker and the issue of consent.

"'At the moment of consent I say, 'It wasn't what I meant.' It only takes an instant to be cured of a forfeiture.'"

That quote from one of the 12 songs in the show (The Cage is Chilly) is important because both Quasimodo and Cementeria act in ignorance of consent at some point early in the story,

Cementeria in kissing the baptist,

and Quasimodo in kissing (fucking) Cementeria

both actions occur at times when the object of their affection is unable to refuse,

the baptist, because he has been beheaded

and Cementeria because she is dead.

There is little more to be said on the subject except that Cementeria does come to appreciate and instruct Quasimodo on the importance of consent for mutual satisfaction in long-lasting growth relationships. It is she who advises him, "a woman should be conscious before you start getting excited about her."

Here is yet another example of how Prepare to Meet Your Maker contributes to the greater goal of Romantic Enlightenment for all. Go forth in a state of exuberance. Thank you.

And thank you, for wading through this. Perhaps it will be of some assistance in promoting the show.

We can sell the soundtrack CD at the performances and on the site to raise money for theatre development there...

Yours truly, Peter
posted by Peter Dizozza 11:54 AM

Tuesday, April 09, 2002

I'm moving Part Two of the April 8, 2002 antihoot to the end of part one.
posted by Peter Dizozza 12:23 PM
Wow! Welcome to Wowtown! It's the April 8th, 2002, Antihoot at SideWalk and I'm deciphering my memo notes. Thomas Tumax played a great song about the groundhog that passed (it peaked out its nose into the path of a passing meteor). "It's a Full Moon Over Wowtown." See him Friday at Sidewalk with David Dragov opening the night.

Chris, wearing a Ramones T and playing a nylon string guitar, and Dan, on bass, played a great first song and the second, a two chord walk on the wild side song.

Joe Bendik's opened with an open tuning steel slide of a song with the lyric,"My Landlord Not Feeling What I Mean." He's always up against The Man, and frankly, I think he can handle it. Next song, a list song with a gospel blare repeated that "It's a a fine Line between," well, a list of things, most memorable being, as Lach quoted throughout the night, a blow job and getting sucked... I think there was a female reference contained in the line.

Robin, like Chris, was also in nylons (nylon guitar strings, originally catgut??? more easily obtained than wire... Smithsonians? History lesson please.) She sang about the Blackstar Cowboy with buddhist tendencies.

Casey Holfet back from California with Jenn Lindsay talked about riding in the back middle seat of the car, riding bitch, and an audience member corrected him, saying the term referred to the passenger on a motorcycle. Casey played a 12 string, filling the room with it, and his voice, during the chorus climax of his great second song, one of his earlier songs.

Sonia, in love with the pencil bearded silent bob (yes, the man with a view askew), but respectful of his marriage vows, (it's the innovative filmmaker/writer/actor/auctioneer, Kevin Smith -- she confessed her fondness when Lach asked about the cartoon graphic sticker of him and his blonder counterpart on her guitar.), Sonia, at eighteen, is one powerhouse vocalist and simply the coolest of the coverers. I am so grateful for her performance of Look how they shine for you, referring to the stars; it's a strong song by Cold Play. Good thingI was sitting with musicologist tv personality Dave of Dave's Place. She also referred to that good feeling when they knocked out the Death Star, a Star Wars reference, thank you Joseph Cambell for at least making such info available, again I owe understanding the reference to The Dave of Dave's. The reason for the reference being the parallel in movie history heights achieved with the ending flames of The Fight Club. Then she played the Pixies song that plays under The Fight Club end credits, "Where is My Mind," beautifully performed. Pixie guys, you'll love her. (Before her I only knew "Is she weird? Is she white? Is she promised to the night? -- and her head has no room -- is she...").

Lach observed that the Sinking of the Bismark was, like the destruction of the death star, a turning point, this one for England v. Germany. He just saw the Christopher Lee film version. He also described a Real World documentary about a cosmonaut stuck up in the Mir Space Station during the Soviet/Russia transition. You're going next week, right? AntiHoot Open Mike hosted by Lach every Monday at SideWalk, 94 Ave A, NYC's East Village.

Next stop, the Nemo conference performer presenting a cliche ridden specifics aversion song for the Poor Little Rich Girl and all the kings horses couldn't put richie together again. (Noel Coward wrote to her, "don't drop a stitch too soon." Did he coin the PLRG phrase? Brikell well caught the gist when she songwrote to the iconic Edie Sedgwick)

During the second song ("clone me" inspired by the pet cloners' press release), I started critiquing the steak wrap I was eating. Dave pointed to the salt & pepper shakers and I started critiquing them until his definitive "vintage" left nothing more to be said on the subject. Anyway, and obviously, the performer's two songs were quite strong in that they made identifiable marks upon the memory. .

Chris Taylor started off slow and ended big with what is the very big "Come Over Here My Love," and followed with the not too dissimilar sounding "I'm Sorry." He brings to mind the later set of James Levy. Both have strong realistic rock ballad voices and songs that grow.

Lach with the elegant Chuck on Sax performed "I Always Love the Girl Who Lives in a Private World, and I Become a Jester Just to Get Her To Smile at Me," and with regard to the statement contained therein, SO DO I, although I'd love to temper "Always" with "when I think she on to something," or is that, "when we discover the near spiritual connection that has ALWAYS existed between the two of us?" Dream on.

He followed with his hilariously unique brand of the blues riff, "Drinking Beers with Mom."

Jordan Corbin performed the indelible Halfway Dingbat Halfway Smart Halfway Science Halfway Art. And the Bird on a Painting song which some say refers to female orgasm. Dave observed that vocally she bears resemblence to Jil Sobel. I forgot to ask who that is. Could it be the woman I know as Just Jill?

Nell Baliban, with "Just No Forcing Love" followed by the beautiful jazz chorded "Wallow," provided a Joni Mitchell moment or two.

Next played a fellow wearing a parks department shirt; I meant to ask, does he play guitar for the NYC Parks Dept? He'd pasted his ID on the guitar. I think Sean was his name. Parks permits are essential during the summer.

James Levy played Cementeria or, rather, something about cemeteries, and was joined by Dina Dean for Smoking in my Window. There's a girl at my window.... "Who on earth is tapping at the window?" asked Elvis Costello. "She Came In Through The Bathroom Window," was a refreshing moment during the mordant second side of the Abbey Road album with the funeral march cover. Was Paul Dead Or Not? Not in that song. (added note: I'm just remembering how depressingly horrifying that album was. Can an audience really make entertainers THAT weird?)

Yuka played and sang one outrageously controlled simple single note sounding ukeleili song, followed by and joined by Joe Driscoll for the beautiful Yes Yes Yes! Joe provides beats -- tasteful mouth percussion. Joe runs Artland on Grand Street in Williamsburg, Brooklyn

Do you think I keep up with this detail? I played next joined by J.T. Casaubon. Maybe more later. See you there Sunday April 14th at 10! This is a continuation of the blogger entry that precedes it.

Last night I played "Cul de Sac" and, with Josh (J.T. Casaubon) singing, "Don't Leave Me Behind (Prisoners of War)," then went downstairs to speak with Jenn about California venues. She likes Javanikan in Pacific Beach and Zodiak Cafe in La Mesa, both locations suburbs of San Diego. In San Francisco she likes Coffee House at Stanford University, The Hotel Utah Saloon and Cafe Du Nord.

Regarding Jamie Litt I have The Dave of Dave's note, nice hair, longer than ever.

Earl Pickens did his cowboy routine with open shirt revealing a T that read "Don't Fuck with New York." Let's all add the poetic follow-up line together, "'Cause New York will fucking kill you." He plays Saturday with his Black Mountain Maurauders.

Magicomic Asi bent spoons with his eyes. Jordan Corbin tried to afterward. He asked Jordan to sign his mailing list and she promptly took his sharpy and traced over her police academy sweat shirt, actually only over the "po" part...

Of Thee I sing, Baby.
The Thee of which I Sing is You!
The thee of whom I sing is you?
Eric McFadden of Funkadelik introduced the above word ideas with intricate guitar interplay.

Dave provided these names for while I was occupied: James Levy, we remember him. Lorraine Leckie, Timothy Dark, oh, I was back for Pre-War Yardsale. Their next stop is London!

Mary Gatchell played a song to help us recover from the inadequate Titanic Ballad, quite an inspiration to hear.

Anika played, oh, and it's anika that rhymes with Monica, her second song being an earlier one, "fuck with me. She sang, if you do, then do it right. Lach managed to offend a woman from England when he regretted missing the premier to Spiderman. Apparently, he'll be n England where they're just getting premiers of Planet of the Apes.

Atoosa combined Karma, Hades, Isees and Pythons in her first song. Her second song, a new one, quite beautiful and simply accompanied, was called sun yellow reversal. Was she wearing a sun yellow reversal at the time? We get spliced from circles into triangles.

Leaving I saw Adam Green, Joie DBG and Cockroach in the restaurant area, Cockroach being particularly well shaved. Apparently the way to go is a woman's bic with aloe. Sidewalk resumes serving its breakfast special after midnight. No one with three dollars shall go hungry there! Before the eggs arrived, I left.

And that's all I have to say about the latest in popular music as of last night.


posted by Peter Dizozza 10:27 AM


The Golf Wars first concert reading, at La MaMa e.t.c.! April 5th, 2002, with Nadja Stokes, Beth Benjamin, Helen Senechal, J. T. Casaubon, Peter Dizozza & John Seroff. It returns to the stage May 26th at SideWalk!
posted by Peter Dizozza 8:18 AM


Thursday, March 28, 2002

At The New York City Bar Association's Bar All-Star Revue organized by Havona Madama I performed "Let Me Be," "Don't Leave Me Behind" (from The Golf Wars) and Tu Pac's "I Get Around." I had the pleasure of welcoming Maria Guccione back to the stage with her singing "I'm a Stranger Here Myself" and "Buddie Beware." Other performances by Jonathan Perkel, Ondine Darcyl, Ellen and Frank Estes, Elizabeth Keitel, Jennifer Shafer, Erik Hanson and Tyrone Mark Powell. I played piano for Erik's performances of Flanders and Swann's "Have Some Madiera, My Dear." (Forget the Rohypnol. A swig of this and she awakens with a smile on her face and his beard against her cheek.)
posted by Peter Dizozza 10:13 PM


Tuesday, March 26, 2002

"Welcome to my Inner World. ... There are no flies on me!" -- no, not here.
Last night Steve Espinola and I wrote a song for collaboration night at Sidewalk. Steve Shiffman on guitar joined us in our presentation of it, which followed immediately thereafter. It was another instance of spontaneous combustion during an evening that began with The 48 Hour Spontaneous Combustion Production at Manhattan Theatre Source. There may be a stillness to the inner world, but in the collective outer world it's like we're living fifty years in a day.
posted by Peter Dizozza 7:26 AM


Wednesday, March 20, 2002

The parallel in Sweet Smell of Success between the leads and Ike and Tricky, Eisenhower and Nixon, is humorous to say the least. Where Sunset Boulevard the musical merely stimulates yearning for the film, The Sweet Smell of Success may actually supplement and stand on its own.
posted by Peter Dizozza 6:15 PM


Sunday, March 17, 2002

A new version of my ghost story, "The Eleventh Hour," opened Friday the 15th at the WAH Center to a warm response. Congratulations to John Seroff and all involved. The date also marked my grandmother's 97th birthday.

"In the stillness of suspension, as the suspense continues, onto other matters including tending to the matters of the day." (The utterance of that line ended the 1999 version.)

posted by Peter Dizozza 10:15 PM 

Wednesday, February 20, 2002
Kurt Kobain would have been thirtyfive on the day the zeroes were bookened between the twos. Covering Nirvana songs can reveal limitations, even though Nirvana songs sound like anyone can sing them. Certainly anyone can feel them. posted by Peter Dizozza 10:24 PM 

Tuesday, February 19, 2002
Last night at SideWalk I received the reminder of where the innovative songwriters go. I heard cool music coming from the system. It was Joe Bendik's new CD. Testosterone Kills opened with a Korg Moog accompaniment. Then Jen sang about the "can of sleep" that I'd like to open and pour into my aluminum stovepot. Prewar Yardsale took the stage with I am the Life of the Party. I am Alone at my party. All my friends left, or were clumsy to fall through a trap door. A great song. They played a rhythmic version of the Nirvana song with the line, "with (your) eyes so dilated, I become your pupil." I thought the line was theirs, but there's a 35th birthday event that they're participating in at the Knitting Factory, playing the whole well-recorded album, "nevermind," apparently that pupil song's on it. Hey, that album returned my attention to popular music. The Olive Juice crowd participating may have picked up a few songwriting pointers and you'll see them if you, like I, plan to go to the Nirvana Knitting Factory evening this Wednesday. Steve Schiffman asked, How come everyone's getting married (song one), then played his hit song, "I don't want to spend a day..." Jeff Lewis with his decorated although not exceptionally crafted in appearance guitar performed Living in the Graveyard. It's an unbelievably favorite song of mine, fitting into a Lenny Molotov favorite category because of the unique sounding tuning guitar twang. I miss Jeff's mother's little brown Martin, but this guitar sounds great. What a fun song! Tamany reintroduced herself, she was arrested in Seattle with Seashepard, a group that rams boats, and I mistook the boyfriend influence element to be reference to Sam Shepard, and she said he can ram into her anytime. Sugar pills and peroxide seemed to be part of her first song's prescription. In the second, for the lesbians, she acknowledged someone as being "so down for me." November Rain, Don't Cry, these are favorite guns and roses songs. The subject of G&R came up when Joie DBG appeared in a Tumbling Dice at Vegas Guns and Roses t-shirt. He sang Rock Star Junkyard with audience yelps, connecting with the brilliant Lach crowd control. We remembered a guns and roses blue and red double cd, "Illusions, Use them or lose them" The "Down" lyric ("so down for me") continued with Major Matt's double, "Come on Down" and "The Whole Way Down" followed by Cockroach's "Calm Me Down." There was some variance when Cockroach's next song featured the line "Hold Me In." Dave of Dave's place popped in with a reminder of grammar school classmate of mine that he met. I was sitting with Brer Brian and Baby Skins. Dave Deporis sang, "Watch as my country goes to war again." He prepared a guitar and sang possessedly. He also had a line about Onion Breath. He drew the longest applause of the night. Dina sang, "No that ain't tea in Grandma's cup" in Hold up the Night, a great song with the I II IV progression strummed in a new rhythmic way. Her voice and that song are exceptional. What natural ease! I miss the Flowers is another note I have in my little memo book, what do you think? I remembered any of this? I'm just typing out my notes in a semblance of sentences. Actually, I remember it as I write it, not otherwise, though. Our sensory perceptions stay in the brain as memory but we need stimulation to access them.  "Why you sitting over there when you got a warm place to share IN THE PRINCE'S BED" asked Adam Green. Uh, well, a memorable new song.  Jordan overwhelmed the blues wailers of the past, my favorite of her lines being "Go get the nipple of your goddess moon."  Kimya played two beautiful songs, and yes, by not writing memory lines and simply gushing with acknowledgement over how wonderful her set was, I'm left commentless... Her brother's coming back. She had an evolving pattern in the chorus, her strumming fingers worked like a centerpede upon the strings.  Pab, the Argentinian Cellist singer songwriter, sang I don't cry for Argentina, but for my family living over there!  It was president's day and Lach was asking who's your favorite, and with regard to Argentina, being that the terms there have run in the weeks, we reached a funny new awareness of the differences in the world. His second song had a great rhythm.  I played at some point in the night, Take Me Love, and the song I'd recorded that day with Major Matt entitled "Don't Leave me Behind," which by now you'd think I'd know. "Unlawful combatants, Unwilling Detainees, just call us Prisoners of War." Maybe next time I'll actually sing that. Lach dispelled my notion of the kinder than Guilliani Bloomberg with 30 tickets for postings on public property of a gig at The Sidewalk. He didn't have the number of the artist who posted (or who had directed his lackey's to do so for him) so SideWalk gets the tickets. Major Matt sings eloquently on this subject, a flyer upon a flyer upon a flyer, and everyone represents a dream.. to paraphrase...  posted by Peter Dizozza 3:53 PM 

Saturday, February 09, 2002

I've met again Donna Ong, who I know from the second Witchfinders Production in 1997. Her website is I must include her in the Star Galaxy. We're at Lisa Dery's apartment in Englewood right now.   

It's "whom," isn't it...
posted by Peter Dizozza 4:31 PM 

[2/5/2002 7:02:28 AM | Peter Dizozza]
Ah. Another opinion just in, Polly Paulusma, singer songwriter from London, with whom Major Matt Mason USA and I shared the bill at Spice of Life. "Peter, I LOVE Pro-Choice on Mental Health. You get me at that crying/laughing cusp."

[2/4/2002 6:36:02 PM | Peter Dizozza]
Ah, returning to the office this morning after our London trip I found the following on my desk, the first review of the Pro-Choice on Mental Health CD and it's terrible. It's so bad that I must put it on the website, linked to the PConMH project page, and here it also is:

It's the 4th of February, 2002. The following criticism leaves the reader with no doubt that it is a negative review of the Pro-Choice on Mental Health CD.  
Applause! Applause! Volume VIII, Issue 2 Dr. Thomas Robert Stevens Editor in Chief, Tel/Fax: 718-357.7075 A subscription publication
John Patrick Schutz
Pro-Choice on Mental Health - Peter Dizozza
CD Review (CVII Recordings)
As the album cover states, "Pro-Choice On Mental Health - A Seven Song Cycle with Monologues and Mini-Play" originated on a Strange Folk Sunday at Lach's Fort at SideWalk in January of 1996. Somehow though only thirty-seven minutes and twenty seconds long, the piece seemed to me to take at least two or three geological ages of the world. Then I actually had to listen to it AGAIN in order to review it properly. I would love to sue to get that hour and a half of my life back. To be fair, I am unsure whether this performance art piece is to be taken seriously or considered a satire of the mental health system in this country. If seriously, I am very frightened for the artist, and suggest that he get a new therapist and get off the medication he claims on the album they are prescribing for him. If this is indeed satire, I failed to find the humor. Yes, our mental health system leaves much to be desired, and yes, the "magic pill" for every problem in your life may have created a generation of insecure neurotics who think peace of mind can only be found through chemicals. Unfortunately, this piece doesn't find any recognizable humor in these foibles. The monologues are abrupt and lacking in focus, and the songs are recorded with the singer off-key against a sythesized score with a mechanical rhythm device. Again, extremely unfortunate if serious and extremely annoying if purposeful.
The song lyrics are simplistic and without clear direction; "Thank you doctor, you heard all of it, and your pills they do not hurt a bit. I have been caught in time, to sit with dreams benign. But come the clear sign, I lash out like lions - in their prime." And so on, and so on. If you care to listen to someone else's therapy, perhaps this album is for you. As for me, in ten years of reviewing, I have always strived to find something positive to say about any work I review, no matter how unpolished or incomplete. It hurts me to do so, but unfortunately, the only positive thing I can find about "Pro-Choice On Mental Health is that having listened to it twice, I will never have to listen to it again. The album appears to be available through 
Peter Dizozza comment: It appears from a web search that John Patrick Schutz is a 2 time MAC nominee Cabaret Performer (The Manhattan Association of Cabarets & Clubs gives out MAC awards.). He has worked with Neil Burg, a songwriter music director whom I know from the BMI Music Theatre Workshop. Although his review is dismissive, I find no fault in it. I question whether the literal meaning of the word "listen" applies when he uses it, since it is my position that if he had listened he would have enjoyed the album. His quote from The Song of Laughter and Forgetting is representative of my lyric writing. I do not claim to take medication in the album. Although he states it as obvious, his well-worded statement, "Yes, our mental health system..., Yes, the 'magic pill'...." accurately summarizes the album's intent.   

Here's you're chance to get a copy of your very own. (The new edition is enhanced with an MPEG scene from The Last Dodo and bonus tracks, alternate takes of songs from other CVII recordings, featuring my controversial vocals.)

[2/3/2002 5:18:59 PM | Peter Dizozza]
While in London, I bought Time Out London's number 1640 & 1641.
Here are their Dizozza descriptions.

Number 1640
Friday 25, * Peter Dizzoza + Conrad Vingo + Overwater + Liam Moore + Andi Neat Up All Night at Spice Of Life W1. Unsigned talent showcase, headlined by funny anti-folk fella Dizzoza, who plays keyboards for Major Matt Mason USA and here promotes his new CD, 'Pro-Choice On Mental Health'.

Number 1641
Wednesday 30 * Peter Dizzoza + Amy Thomas + James Henry + Toph Up All Night at River Bar & Brasserie S#1, Dizzoza is the latest (and possibly strangest) star of downtown NYC's anti-folk scene to make it across the pond. Imagine a nerdy John Turturro playing Woody Allen and chanelling Harry Nilsson and you're half way to grasping the Sondheim meets Burroughs vicissitudes of new CD, 'Pro-Choice On Mental Health'. Maybe he'll perform his sublime, hysterical 'miniplay', 'Self Rape Among Tubing'.

[1/17/2002 7:50:26 PM | Peter Dizozza]
Heroes is Marvel comics contribution to the World Trade Center Disastor Relief Fund, the Twin Towers Fund, and the comic may even mention the idea of someone organizing an auction of the original drawings. Thanks to Mr. Kay, (first name?) the auction took place this evening at Club 101 at 101 Park Avenue. I piled four country's food atop a plate and took my seat by Coleen Delaney and there I remet my friend, John Sturner, who has moved from his DuRona studios (he made children's comercials in the Yonkers terrytoons studio) into collecting, and his collecting includes comics. The auction was beautifully conducted by filmmaker Kevin Smith who bid against the audience for the last piece and went home with it, THEY DIDN'T EVEN give him a bag, actually there were bags there, he was just carrying it out to show people its splendor. It's of a firefighter appearing out of the carnage THANK YOU to save us (The artist is Brian Stelfreeze). You may know Kevin's alter ego, Silent Bob, who conducted the silent auction, one of the items there being a Mercedes Mountain Bike. I wonder who got that.

[1/11/2002 10:14:47 PM | Peter Dizozza]
I spent the past week at the New York City Bar Association with other members of the Entertainment Committee preparing for this past evening's presentation of Scaling The Heights: The Life and Times of Betty Ellerin. I learned that she was the presiding justice on the Appelate Division, and now Judge Nardelli is acting justice. The governor appoints the head of this appelate court. The group of people working together became, rather quickly, a family where people were genuinely interested in talking and getting to know one another. These times when there is a project with a due date, a performance project, these are quite the happiest times. It's also great and expanding, in this ever expanding universe, to meet new people and to rediscover the world through them.

[12/20/2001 8:32:04 PM | Peter Dizozza]
The Eleventh Hour had its auspicious premier in concert reading form at La MaMa's La Galleria in April of 1999. Cheryl La Rosa and Jeffrey Lewis played the 13 year old boys, one of whom is a ghost who only appears to others his own age.

George Ferencz runs La MaMa's Experiment's reading series. My offering for 2002 is The Golf Wars.

The cast for the Eleventh Hour Concert reading at Fort at Sidewalk includes Toby Goodshank, Cockroach, Abbey Soft and Kimya Dawson. The pairing of Toby and Cockroach is the reason for this reading; it occurred to me when I saw them sing together to great effect. All four cast members are exceptional, highly professional anti-folk artists, and are a great pleasure to work with.

The upcoming performance includes songs from the 70's movie musical, Lost Horizon, by Burt Bacharach and Hal David. My reordered sequence of the songs provided the outline for The Eleventh Hour.

I shall next apply this method to the Rough Trade Album of The Moldy Peaches.

[11/24/2001 10:32:43 PM | Peter Dizozza]
Lunchin' consists of Allen Brock (amplified acoustic guitar) and Sanjay Kaul (djembe). They played at CB's Gallery on Friday, November 23rd, the day after Thanksgiving. They make an incredibly beautiful sound. 

I played at Sidewalk on November 21st and will next play there on December 12th at 8. I was happy to precede Linda Draper (Snow White Trash Girl) who was at her best! 

On Thursday at my parents house we met Ronnie Rogers, a man responsible for some hits by Kid Creole and the Coconuts.

This evening (Saturday) we saw the Breughel exhibit of etchings and drawings at the Met Museum of Art. We learned the following: 

The wise fools recognize the folly in themselves, embracing Erasmus' idea that self-knowledge is the key to overcoming moral failings. 

If Mopsus can marry Nisa then ANYTHING can happen. 

Searching for worldly goods and self knowledge among the piles of merchandise is the folly of everyman, who, by the way, rules the world. The Connoisseur with glasses and pouch tightly clasped cannot trust his eyes. He needs spectacles to see.

Labotomy through the ages. He has been to the mill means he is insane. He needs the stone operation performed by the witch of Mallegem. REMOVE the stone. 

Ishmael is the product of Hagar, the banished; Isaac, the product of Sarah, the wife.  Abraham's the father of both... God said to Abraham, "kill me a son." There is apparently dispute over which was the one? 

In the painting, an angel saves Ishmael and Hagar. Follow the geneology. 

[11/16/2001 10:22:20 PM | Peter Dizozza]
I need to be hit over the head and thanks to Kimya Dawson we were there where we should be, in the audience for Moldy Peaches and THEY MIGHT BE GIANTS at Town Hall, November 16, 2001. Moldy Peaches have established a wonderful collection of songs, particularly exceptional being their singing together slightly different lyrics to their rock solid song structures. They resonate something in the depths of my soul, because my childhood concerns focussed upon the great substitute for competetive sports, SEX! Let the other kids play hockey, I want to play with girls. I'm still in an impossibly yearning search mode and I'll tell you, if I find anything interesting. Oh, all right, it's the hermaphrodite newsgroup, worth a visit while you're downloading porn with Dave-O. 

Adam and Kimya present a beautiful picture up there, and made a beautiful sound with their voices and Adams guitar, a duo to anticipate the talented duo they preceeded... 

They Might be Giants, with George C. Scott, was on TV one evening; what a spectacular film! I felt, at the end, that it was the best movie I had ever seen and I didn't recall having that much fun since Dr. Strangelove. The imdb indicates 1971 was the year. It must have been broadcast a few years later. I do remember something about a scene in the supermarket. It's worth a second look. Steve Espinola said that's where the band got its name. 

Oh, I see, The Four Lads, peak Billboard position # 10 in 1953, -Words by Jimmy Kennedy and Music by Nat Simon. I thought it was a song from a Broadway musical. I'm referring to Istanbul not Constantinople, a song popular during the Korean war, brilliantly performed by the charming duo. What else do they sing about? If they're not glorifying being hit by a meat truck to the tune or feel of Bacharach, they're singing about Evil to the tune of Goldfinger... It's all about the music. Their music is fun! I also heard mee mow mow, mama mee mowma mow mama... 

Boy, you can find anything on the net. Well, there's a song I liked on their album, John Henry. A Self Called Nowhere is what it's called. I keep remembering that in listening to it I felt like I was sitting on a chair that's suddenly kicked down the stairs. 

They Might Be Giants is a musical package of tremendous intelligence and talent. 

The evening was phenomenal and confrontational, and while I'm sitting here, Tony's at the couch snuggling with Kim watching the sepia part of the film I checked out from the library, it was the library that introduced me to They Might Be Giants, and the film is Sea Hawk... NOW WHAT? 

[11/12/2001 8:30:58 PM | Peter Dizozza]
>From: Kitty Blue 
>Subject: more kitty 
>Date: Thu, 8 Nov 2001 01:53:46 -0800 (PST) 

>Kitty Blue continues her adventures in Northern California assisted by the 
>narration and musical composition of multi talented J Greco. In addition 
>to Mr. Greco, a song has been provided by Broadway's own Peter Dizozzus. 
>Meet Kitty's new love interest and listen to the sweet strains of 
>soon-to-be showtune: 


>Thanks for watching!

[11/9/2001 7:25:12 PM | Peter Dizozza]
I presented an introduction to The Golf Wars at Lou Rodgers Square One series, November 6th, 2001, a sleepy Tuesday everywhere but there. The evening was a sell out, and I presented myself quite solo, editing the material, only for time.  The new songs included Take Me, Love, a rather happy song. 

[10/28/2001 5:08:21 PM | Peter Dizozza]
East Village Outdoor Antifolk Revue at the Naumburg Bandshell in Central Park hosted by Master of Cermonies Joie Dead Blond Girlfriend, organized by him, Major Matt Mason, and me, is completed! Featured acts included, well, us, and Fenton Lawless, Stephan, Jude Kastle, Paleface, Simple, James Broughel, Atoosa, Tony Hightower, Lenny Molotov, Randi Russo, Kenny Davidsen, Jeff Lewis, American Anymen, Patsy Grace, Grey Revell, Dina of Pre-War Yardsale, Drew Blood, Cockroach, Toby Goodshank, Seth from Dufus, Dave Deporis, Derek Richmond, Lunchin, Joe Bendik and The Voyces! 

[10/21/2001 8:09:56 PM | Peter Dizozza]
What a pleasure to see Erika Belle explaining the early 80's in New York. Good Evening. It's Sunday night; Kim and I are back from our trip through the Southwest, and after seeing David Kaye at Sidewalk, we happily watched a show about Madonna's early influences which VH1 broadcasted concurrent with "Alias." 

-- Hot blazing 97FM had already alerted me to the importance of Alias when they said its sponsor would allow its first episode to run without commercial interruption -- 

Anyway, VH1 wisely contacted Erika to explain the late era of disco during shows they say connect with fashion week. 

Her work is inspiring. Needless to say I'm a big fan, and yes, I like Madonna, too. 

[9/26/2001 8:07:59 PM | Peter Dizozza]
Kim and I began our travel across America in Jacksonville Florida and went West to New Orleans before we travelled back.
More recently we visited her parents in Michigan near Grand Rapids. Our next trip will be from New Orleans to Phoenix, stopping to Tucson along the way to visit her brother, a doctor interning at one of the hospitals there. 

[9/12/2001 6:53:23 AM | Peter Dizozza]
As he twisted his mouth into a photogenic smile/snear, Charles Busch incorporated a naturalistic Jimmy Shtewart lisp into his beautiful succubus monologue. During that moment from his Vampire Lesbians of Sodom exerpt he created indelible theatre! His hosting of the emerging playwrights beneft on September 10th at Theatre for the New City was a return to the stage for him following open heart surgery and he is back with a vengeance, thank heavens!

[9/11/2001 6:13:52 PM | Peter Dizozza]
Theatre for the New City presented a glittering evening to benefit TNC's Emerging Playwrights, which they called 2001: A Downtown Stage Oddity, hosted by Charles Busch. I've posted my pictures from the evening at

[8/31/2001 8:29:40 PM | Peter Dizozza]
The Village Voice, SEPTEMBER 4, 2001 VOICE CHOICES page 83
"The Peter Dizozza Band
Not unlike the glee-club piano nerd from the old "Coke Is It" commercials imitating Daniel Johnston interpreting Trust-era Elvis Costello, musical-theatre parodist Dizozza unpacks his "song cycle" Pro-Choice on Mental Health. His carnival-rock group is serviceable in the same sense that a Holiday Inn poolside buffet is nourishing. Likable and touching because it's a turnoff to respectable alt-culture pills. With LP Funk, Duende, Nino Pinelli, and Toby Goodshank. Sidewalk Cafe, at 7:30. (McMurtrie)"

[8/30/2001 12:09:54 PM | Peter Dizozza]
Is it really so easy to post from this Long Island City library? I'm in the children's section, awaiting an eggplant parmagiane sandwich, and here it is, a place to sit down and write, surrounded by the classics. They have an entire paperback section dedicated to star trek. I knew someone who wrote one of those novelizations, David Spencer is his name. He's a lyricist, too. He was a critical participant in the Lehman Engel BMI Musical Theatre Workshop and I often think of him when I think of Adele Anroheim, which is when I see her. She's an excellent writer with a distinctive acting ability having quite a unique and emotive voice and a porcelina quality that reminds me now of that cryptic smashing pumpkins song that revitalized the word... So the minutes have passed. The sandwich has burned.

[8/19/2001 12:10:57 PM | Peter Dizozza]
Key Words: Marc Blitzstein, Leonard Lehrman, Nicholo Sacco & Bartolomeo Vanzetti, Leonard Bernstein, Maggie DaSilva, Howard DaSilva, The Cradle Will Rock, Emma Goldman, Parade, Jason Robert Brown, Steven Spielberg, Picasso's Guernica.

Consider a subgenre of history-inspired art called the re-enactment of inhumanity or injustice... Inhu-, inju-. Is there an applicable term that does not contain its opposite?

Something about this passion play genre confuses me and distances me. I want something other than history to happen up there.

Do we depict atrocity as a warning? Why show human behaviour at its worst? Is history a ritual to be safely re-enacted on the stage? Is theatrical repition a glorification of the atrocity?

Schindler's List stirs emotions, legitimized by its obscure history lesson within the familiar picture. Did you know that an industrialist shielded and saved intended victims of tyranny?

Saving Private Ryan was a great fictional idea inspired by some newspaper clippings during World War II. A mother lost three of her sons to her country's war and the fourth is still fighting it. Was the Normandy introduction a gratuitous depiction of the butchery of attractive young men? On a personal note, I love visual communication. Steven Spielberg is a great artist of the cinema and his films have driven into my awareness, into the world's awareness, essential historic facts. (Remember to visit the D-Day Museum in New Orleans (at the boatmaker's factory) as a follow-up.)

An invasion across the English Channel is basically inconceivable. Why didn't they take the hovercraft, right, or the chunnel? I thought they were invading from over the Atlantic. I don't know what I thought in my brain's nebula; the nebula does not inform me it is thus until direct confrontation occurs, like remembering something I forgot when I need it...

It's a movie. An entertainment. Art entertains and informs. So does life, so does participation. Let's participate by creating more art, and more children while we're at it.

So there I was at Lucille Lortel's White Barn Theatre at the edge of Westport, Connecticut, watching the premier of Sacco and Vanzetti, the Blitzstein Opera completed by Leonard Lehrman. Guess what, if you didn't already know the history of them, the State of Massachusets goverment electrocuted them, again, and to the opera's credit, we did not see them fry. I sure learned about them, though. Leonard has done this before with his exceedingly educational and likeable Emma Goldman musical, which I remember as EG... The sensitive topic about which I learned is called Anarchy. I still can't tell you what that is, I mean like using the term to describe your political allegence. "I'm a communist, a Bolshevik," well, all right, anarchy is a peaceful vision of governmentless society, at its most neutered, since the word reverberates with anger... It's not like the word placid. I'm a placido, a placebo, a placifist... That sounds pleasant.

The Italian guys, down home family men, thought they were arrested (and knew they were guilty) for being anarchists, helping workers in the shoe factory to consider unionizing for better treatment, and there was quite an analysis in the opera about the inhumanity of assembly line work. The shoe factory where he worked adopted the Henry Ford technique and the true cobbler wants to make his shoe from beginning to end.

A few guys robbed a shoe factory, then five, perhaps other, guys robbed another shoe factory a few months later. The year was 1919 and Sacco and Vanzetti fit the vague description of foreigners involved. The second robbery required two murders to be successful. S&V go to get a car to hide some anarchist literature; the owner's wife calls the police and they act guilty when the police arrive. They carried guns...

This is reminding me of the striking coincidences of two brushes with the law in my own life over just the past two days, Friday and Saturday, Friday for admitting another subway passenger on my swiped metrocard.

The revolving unsupervised exit/entrance turnstyle away from the token booths can fit two, as you may surmise. After swiping her card, this woman managed to misuse the thing and lose her turn. The guy behind her was waiting to get in, I was waiting, too. The train was coming. In my usual judicial aggression, which exists within me, almost apart from me ("You're such a silly woman. Put the wine in the coconut..."), I jumped ahead of him, swiped my card, told her to come in, too, and we both went through.

A young diminutive Asian police man had stopped her as I was boarding the train, escaping! But no, I waited to straighten this out! He brought us up to the token booth where we checked her card. It had just been used, and so had mine. I promised not to take the law into my own hands again and he opened the gates to let us through (it was amazing how convinced he was that we were to get summonses). HEY, THERE'S A MYSTERY HERE: He opened the gate. We were free to go. The woman began to cry.

I left her crying at the gate. The experience had so upset her that she stood there, as the officer did, what? to intercede. I don't know if he did anything because I left. The beginnings of an injustice had concluded, and I think the woman demanded more acknowledgment for being a victim.

Proceeding with the next brush with the law --

On Saturday evening, during the drive to the opera, I made a U-turn within an intersection well past the White Barn Theatre because I'd missed my turn off route 7. A police officer followed and pulled me over, saying you wouldn't try that in New York. I said I would because I believe it's legal to make U-turns in intersections (I think making U-Turns between intersections, especially over double yellow lines, is illegal.) . He said, "Go into a driveway..," demanding my license and registration. I continued to apologize adding I'm heading to the White Barn to show how respectable I was, he said "go two lights and make a left it's a mile and a half on your left," and handed back my papers.

I WAS NOT GUILTY IN MY MIND AND ATTITUDE! Don't be embarressed by what you do. Be honest, be aware, believe in yourself... And of course, still, anything can happen. Imaginations, start working. The first escalation factor would be a hint of marijuana in the car...

So Sacco and Vanzetti think they're on trial for their political beliefs and a founder of the civil liberties union, here's the program, it's Elizabeth Glendower Evans, co-founder of the New England Civil Liberties Union and a dowager, as in an elderly woman of high social station, through and through, thinks they're innocent of the murders and informs them of what's happening so they won't act so guilty... Your beliefs are not the crime!

This Sacco and Vanzetti controversy was heatedly debated with relevance from 1919 through 1927 when they were electrocuted, and continued without relevance, all right, the issue remains, until 1977 when Massachusetts Governor Dukakus called for all shame to be removed from these names, or some such acknowledgment absent the word "INNOCENT." Eenosant!

Anyway, innocence is the wailing word.

Perhaps you've heard John Kessel wail it live in his histrionic, verging on humerous, transcendent song, "I am Innocent!"

PomPom girl Ms. Spears' committee made an effective pop statement by having her announce the opposite. "I'm not That Innocent." What a trigger word!

I was assistant conductor for Leonard Lehrman's Cantata setting the text of the Julius and Ethel Rosenberg letters, entitled "We Are Innocent." The Federal Government executed them, with the help of Roy Cohen, I believe, for managing to give Russia the bomb. They provided the formula enabling Russia to make an Atomic Bomb, an amazing accusation given their level of education, and again, Julius and Ethel were caught feeling guiltily aware of feeling disagreeably sympathetic to communists during a gung-ho feeling period -- the American/Un-American Fifties.

So Leonard Lehrman musically ritualizes inflammatory lynchings, and his work clarifies our perception. Rather, he shapes our views. If you ask me, all I know of the subjects is from him. All I know of Americans in Japan is from Spielberg/Ballard's "Empire of the Sun." All I know about Leo Frank I learned in Harold Prince production of Parade. Huxley wrote the Devils of Loudin, and Ken Russell illuminated it. Seeing a flawed man, innocent of the crime for which he is accused, executed, is a ritual. Will it never happen again? Let's learn from these re-enactments.

I think we may be learning. Injustice. Inhumanity. Aggressive actions both contain and effectuate their opposites and, for the great example in western civilization, of course, look to the silencing of Jesus Christ.

[8/13/2001 7:06:32 PM | Peter Dizozza]
Hey, we're still in Michigan! I imagine myself in an old age home creating artwork from the material collected in my youth. We visited Kim's Grandmother Dunne today at the old age home where she used to be its nurse administrator. It's a retiring place as you can imagine, in a pretty part of East Grand Rapids. It's wonderful to have a visit, but when we left her I'm sure she returned to her work, knitting. She made Kim a beautiful pink satchel for her bathing suit. I'll be knitting audiovideo images. I'm sure you'll like them!

[8/9/2001 4:06:14 PM | Peter Dizozza]
I love to shape reality, and the easiest most harmless way to do so is through film and sound editing. We stop and start and I get to edit out the breaks and piece together the sequence. It's like knitting something seemless from string fragments, although knitting is harder. Fifteen years ago I spent considerable time independently editing film. The computer has again made this activity possible.

[8/6/2001 8:57:51 PM | Peter Dizozza]
Candlewood Isle is situated on a manmade lake, lake Candlewood; it was a mountain peak and since 1926 it's the tip of the berg, a long strip, thin on the South end and fat at the elbow where Lake Drive North makes a 90 degree curve. It looks like a long wedge and we're in the middle if you consider where it balances. The long south end is very thin. I was so happy when we began going there, which was since I was what, 8? Candlewood Isle has an otherworldly quality where anything is possible. We went by boat from the beach to an undeveloped inlet to film the wackyland portion of The Last Dodo on August 4th.

[7/31/2001 11:36:22 AM | Peter Dizozza]
Misquote alert. Diane Cluck's lyric is "the washed out splendor of the nest unmade"

[7/30/2001 10:26:45 AM | Peter Dizozza]
I played two songs at the park while just about everyone else played one. Of course, we ended the event with 20 minutes to spare; of course, after my second song I knocked over Drew Blood's keyboard. Then, when Jordan Corbin attempted to use it thereafter (she even asked me, should she, and I, the deluded prayer gambler, said sure), it didn't work. She played, beautifully, her dingbat song on the guitar. Dingbats, by the way, lodge in crevices of only the best and most decorative cathedral ceilings. So basically the only two glitches in an otherwise flawless 48 performer talent cavalcade were my dropping the keyboard and Jordan attempting to play it thereafter, the second glitch, MERELY AN EXTENSION OF THE FIRST. Congratulations everybody! John Gernarn & Lach, with Joie and Amos Elpmis ("Simple" Soma) in the background, engineered great sound with out-of-the-ballpark think-on-your-feet skill.

Another drop on my part -- you probably missed this one but here is it and its consequence. After The Moldy Peaches had completed their well-crafted conceptual pop outrage to a packed room at the Sidewalk Cafe, I pulled my video camera out of its perch by the piano. I pulled it up by the stand -- it was already up pretty high -- so it hit the ceiling and dropped off the stand onto the floor. I picked it up and returned home. The battery had fallen off.

Now Rick Shapiro, occupying the "Sidewalk Sunday at 10" spot, commands attention. He also thinks on his feet, pretty freely, in a way that I can't imagine helps him move forward. In fact the operative words here are wallow and glorify, where I, too, find art. Moving forward is not the way of Til Eulenspiegel. To quote from a nice fellow I met at The Eulenspiegel Society, Til rolls the ball up the mountain and each time, upon reaching the pinnacle, it rolls back down. Repeating the same thing twice and expecting a different result is a good definition of insanity. It also defines ritual and that's what sado-masochism is about.

Where else might we encounter such repetitive movement syndrome?

When I returned at 11:30, Rick was still on, performing to a packed house. He was doing a great Italian goomba routine.

He also does an amazing movie announcer voice when he says "Whitney Houston in a Penny Marshall Film." He repeats it with varied inflections and each is perfect in its portentiousness. There is something ludicrous about names and their associations with people. Matt Damon, Lawrence Larry Fischburn. Betty Bette Davis. Try it.

He also has a "middleclass" routine about redecorating his wife's vagina.

He did an australian aborigine routine while Dina Dean majestically stood before him. The pop song playing during his dance was a good one.
Lach returned to the audience with the tip mandolin, encouraging Mr. Shapiro to continue while he did so.

Rick embarked upon a taxi ride routine based upon an incident he reported repeatedly was really true. Apparently the "taxi driver" wanted to make some point that men would fuck even if it meant certain annihilation by asking Rick a question. Rick would walk out of the cab and the taxi driver would coerce him back in. As Rick relived the taxi driver attempting to keep Rick's attention, Rick was keeping ours, AND THAT'S IT. It's not the question, would you stick a penis with a babyface into a bunny's porcupine vagina, nor what you might answer, but simply, in the wake of this disturbance, Does attention to Mr. Shapiro continue to be paid? Exquisite torture. What kind of free-ride pay-to-get-out masochism are we honing?

Kubrick said the greatest crime is to be boring, then he tested our limits, and it's enlightening to discover in the details what was at first boring to be incredibly interesting...

The audience was relatively quiet during his performance. They certainly faced acknowledgment if, in departing, they should catch his eye.

So in much the same way as Rick did last night in getting into the baby's breath delicacy of this penis tip before returning us to its destination, the cake of nails, I return to my battery, all the way in the far corner of the room by the piano. My eyes were tearing from the smoke. I was sneezing. At last a seat opened up by Jordan Pfister, my dear friend who played bass for our set earlier in the evening. After enjoying the Jeff Lewis and The Moldy Peaches, I left to drive back Hens' drumkit. Jordan remained.

After Rick's set, all Jordan said was that the performance, at 2 hours, went on too long. As I sat by him during it, I remembered another event he helped host back in the WKCR concert fundraising days at the cusp of the repetitive new music breakthroughs of Steve Reich ("Drumming"), and Philip Glass (And Glass was achieving breakthroughs while we sat there listening to him work through his noodlings. Is Shapiro?). I mean, now that I think of it, Philip Glass achieves dizzying musical vistas, and on that day, when Jordan's friends, The Model Citizens were playing with Reich, and John Cale (with Bowie on violin) at Carnagie Hall, Glass ended the evening, people vacating in droves, by playing the organ. Who'd be there when he stopped? I was, with a kvetch like this thereafter.

The tables at Sidewalk cleared. It was 12:30. While I was feeling around the floor, Jordan found the battery on the table. The camera is ready for playback. Let's go to the videotape.

What a day! July 29th, 2001.
Through my usual tunnel vision, the Diane Cluck Wild Line of the Day That I Caught


"The washed out splendor of the mess she made."

[7/26/2001 12:41:12 PM | Peter Dizozza]
I received Lach's Folk Fest email. He has 48 people on that park performance list. July 29th will be a memorable afternoon.

We rehearsed last night at Tu Casa. Mario, who runs Tu Casa, said the park people promised the East Village community a stage after they removed the bandshell. He used to put on park concerts but not again. Apparently he's part of a not for profit organization connected with Charas. El Bahio, perhaps?

Look to August 1st for the new status of Charas, the big abandoned public school that for many years has been a community rehearsal space, not without charge, of course.

Every week, some major new change awaits NYC.

Look to the November election for 40 new city council members, plus a new mayor.

[7/25/2001 10:29:40 PM | Peter Dizozza]
I acquired from Jordan Corbin a copy of her CD and it sounds surprisingly dreamy. Her high notes are eerie and she can really hit them. Enter her raw, intimate, exclusive world through the acquisition of her CD. Diane Cluck also has that exclusionary intimacy that seems to contradict mass production of her work. They get me dreaming, but to what end?

Sitting on lawn chairs by the lightly lapping lake as the sun, descending behind the mountain, glows us golden, we chat.

[7/22/2001 9:38:29 PM | Peter Dizozza]
We visited Coney Island on Saturday; t'was Kim's first visit there and she loved it. The occasion was the Siren Concert, with the Astro Boys to Men and Another band with the word "voices," and a band with the word Blues in it, like they were blues masters. The music sounded great. Matador records gave out free samples, including a clear plastic record for the old victrola.

Jon Berger suggested this outing. He, Grey, Matt Mason, Randi Russ, Dina Levy, Kim and I met in front of Nathan's; he was sitting on a waterplug attached to the building like he was the only one there, at its corner, while fourteen hundred people awaited Nathan's seafood to his immediate left. We headed over to Popeyes then to the jam packed alley by the rollercoaster where the bands blared. While on the boardwalk, eating, I ran into my old friend, Jordan Pfister, and I called to Grey when Jordan said he studied with Jack Cassidy. Grey thought he meant Jack Bruce, do I have this right? Of Cream. Anyway, Jack Cassidy was in Hot Tuna and Jefferson Airplane and he played Bass. We were clarifying that when I realized it meant that Jordan also played bass.

"Hey, Jordan (I had just invited him to my antifolk fest performance next Sunday) Do you want to play with me???" Hens of Monospace, Jordan and I rehearsed today. It went great. Joe Bendik will join us on Sunday. We play on the bill with Moldy Peaches, Cock Roach, Jeff Lightning Lewis and RICK SHAPIRO! That's this Sunday, after the Tompkins Square Park event which will miraculously feature preview spots by all 50 of the fest participants. I met Francis Ford Coppola today at Frank Restaurant and made sure he knew about it. He wouldn't commit, but at least he got the info.

Come to think of it, to get to Coney Island we travelled by subway over the Manhattan Bridge. That sentence strikes a nostalgic note because, in keeping with our "end of the old NYC" tradition (last week, goodbye gas tanks), as of Sunday the bridge is closed to subways until 2004.

Other visits there include an overcast Mermaid Parade in 1995, where I took a photo of the woman with the keyhole ("Hers is the keyhole to youth regained") which is at

[7/20/2001 10:51:15 AM | Peter Dizozza]
Well, that's done, the Examination Under Oath proceeds.

As it's been since 1999, this time of year is Tompkins Square Park Folk Festival Time. (It's also Nutmeg Festival Time in Ridgefield)

Specifically, Summer AntiFolk Fest 2001 commences on the 28th, and during the afternoon of the 29th, the many performers come out to play at the former bandshell area. That's something to look forward to, our own little Woodstock.

Woodstock established everyone who played there, even people who were there, EVEN FANTUZZI!

Country Joe and the Fish, Canned Heat, Hendricks, Jefferson Airplane, Crosby Stills Nash, Arlo Guthrie, The Who played there too, and ShaNaNa anticipating the return 50's. why do I know this? "I will not support a concert that benefits drug peddlers," well, that's quite a position. What's that Spell, FUCK! I'm a farmer. Don't touch my bags if you please. A triple album. Naked in the mud.

OK, it got me dreamin'. I wanted to be like them.

David Bowie, OK, he got me dreamin'. I wanted to be like him.

Anybody who gives you the space to make up your own stories, thank you!

The EUO is complete.

This year's Woodstock, at Tomkins Square Park in the EAST VILLAGE, Sunday Afternoon, July 29th.

[7/20/2001 10:18:16 AM | Peter Dizozza]
I am happy and grateful for the wonderful people in my life.

Now to assist an examination under oath for one of our motor vehicle accident victim clients, a taxi driver with the last name Singh.

[7/18/2001 10:32:06 PM | Peter Dizozza]
Off to Dave of Dave's Place's Place at the Manhattan Cable Studios, in 20 hours or so, to present the Debra Wakefield Mike Perazzetti video of Prepare to Meet Your Maker, cueing up the best scenes, from the many copies awaiting purchase. What a cast! Amy-Jo Mikiel, Laurel Hoffman, Tony Hightower, Kimberly Mossel, Meghan Elizabeth Burns, Drew Blood, Lisa Shred, Linda Kobylinski, John Kessel. What a band, with Kessel on Bass, Brian Wayne on percussion and Music Director Kenny Davidsen at the piano. It will only become more amazing an assembly with the passage of time. How to speak coherently about such an unspeakable project? That which must never be spoken aloud is spoken the loudest, "Do you hear me, my Cementeria?"

[7/15/2001 7:23:41 PM | Peter Dizozza]
It was a beautiful morning. We awakened at 5:30. These are prime hours we often miss. Thank you Keyspan for giving us a reason to get out. Jerzey Kosinski, who killed himself three times over just to be sure, used to split his days in two, sleeping in the mid day to enjoy the best times, early morning and late night. Well, sleep deprivation is the secret cause of all mental disturbance, and I'm well on my way to schizophrenic depression. I am ready to renegotiate although I have yet to successfully flex the netherworld of sleepytime!

[7/12/2001 10:41:22 PM | Peter Dizozza]
I heard a lecture on the radio, it was on one of the lower FM bandwiths which usually means University Affiliate. It wasn't the KCR Columbia guys because I had already passed them. They were busy broadcasting an historic histrionic rant by a female singer setting straight the record on how mean her man is. He's a mean man. He's HER man. Obviously not a 78rpm recording cause it went on way too long. Then KCR DJs have a tendency to speak twice as long as their next recording, so I switched to another station. Why did I even move from WQXR to begin with? Well, if it isn't Vermont Teddy Bears it's some other inane adspot that bought up their break time, this one about REEE-sorts, everything fine at the REE-sort (scansioned to the tune of Downtown). So I was off on a survey of the other stations (which reminds me, cable tv surfing is TOO SLOW.).

The lecturer was considering the LSD movement, so he must have been speaking to a crowd in the 1960's. He was warning the young generation about its inability to describe the awarenesses chemically achieved. He mentioned two buddas, one that stays enlightened in the mountains and the other that willingly returns to us and plays along with the rules we subconsciously accept as part of our life. He was wonderfully perceptive and reminded me of the ecstatic enlightenment that removes us from society...without lonliness, this being broadcast while people were crossing sunny 6th Avenue and West 8th, near the theatre I was approaching for tonight's performance of The Wise Sophia.

Buddist writings, especially the English translations, and I'm familiar only with Advanced Course in Yogi Philosophy and oriental occultism by Yogi Ramacharaka from the Chicago Masonic Temple, 1908 (and Zanuck's Razor's Edge), are sensitive to the path to awareness being something that you arrive at but may not necessarily be able to express. I kind of get that it's the rule of the word that unites us, and I'm echoing the hodgepodge version of yogi/protestant work ethic I learned from the Werner Erhard Est Descendant Seminar called, THE FORUM. (Did you get it? We're not leaving until everyone does -- really does.) Anyway, goldfish in a bowl, it's a good reminder which returned while waiting for a cue backstage. I realized I am a product of rules, repetition and expectation, and the actor is supposed to follow whatever set of rules his character limits him to. The actor assumes the roles of society.

The other echo from the 60s was Linus Gelber's announcement that Wild Thing and Just Call Me Angel in the Morning were written by the same songwriter whose name, yes, escapes me. The lyrics to Angel in the Morning announce that sex out of wedlock could be beautiful, causing a stir in 1962.. Whatever you say, and whatever I say, does it communicate?

[7/10/2001 9:51:59 PM | Peter Dizozza]
Boy, the Post is cruel, but accurate. IT'S A BIG APPLE BLAST


July 5, 2001 -- HAPPY 225th

... At Gallagher's Steak House, Lisa Dery and Peter DiZozza
tried but failed to set a record singing patriotic songs by
George M. Cohan and Irving Berlin for 14 hours. "They
pooped out after a few hours," a Gallagher's worker said. ...

I have no further comment but to respectfully acknowledge that the words that the waiter I neglected to tip blabbed were true. WE FAILED, but we will return.

Gallaghers is the place that features steak aged 26 days (see Potemkin -- please, I'm kidding here, if you connect with such a comment) and the best ox-tail soup in town. I remember when Fred Astaire, in Bandwagon, said, before wandering around 42nd street and discovering how it had changed (When there's a shine on your shoes...), he said, as they were entering sardi's, "you go ahead in, I want to walk around, order me a steak!" Well, Sardi's is on 46th Street near Shubert's Alley, Gallaghers in on 52nd, near, I don't know, THE MUSIC MAN, and the theatre where Urine Town is moving. They've opened Gallaghers in other parts of the world, ie, Las Vegas, in the NEW YORK HOTEL -- walk across the street, VENICE!

OK, I took it for granted that my love for Michael Douglas being derived from his father is the equivalent of common sense, but actually, one may not be aware of the wondrous of achievements of Kirk Douglas, a consummate actor, whatever that means. He certainly didn't care about directing negative responses upon himself, as shown by his performances in The Big Carnival, the Bad and the Beautiful, Lust for Life, Young Man with a Horn. He portrayed the fiery temperament of cinema youth when it was still in its first stages (John Garfield preceded him.). He was attractive but unavailable, his tormented mind always sending him elsewhere. This is broader topic than I can assist with before bedtime, so let me just jump to the understatement, he supported the talent of Stanley Rubric, paving the budgetary leap from Paths of Glory to Spartacus.

Kubric's impact on society is readily delineated on another occasion.

[7/9/2001 11:28:33 PM | Peter Dizozza]
I watch Dave of Dave's place push the energy envelop to entertain the people waiting to entertain him or whomever is remaining. The performance opportunity is stimulating. People this time of night are just wanting to play. (I wound up singing to my cd, and the next time I will play the piano as it plays, that way, well, at least I'm doing something other than sitting there sounding flat and presenceless.) So what is driving Dave? He is quite earnest and there are times when it doesn't seem that difficult what he is doing, certainly not as difficult as the sweat on his brow makes it out to be. He's the happiest man in show business, as distinguished from the hardest working man, James Brown. Then a black fellow from LA came on dedicating his set to Lennon and covering Glass Onion, one of the more difficult Beatles songs to be captured by a six string guitar. Paleface sang a great song about gadgets with the help of Dina Dean echoing the word whenever he said it. "Guys that buy gadgets," hey, that's me. Paleface, wow, looks like Oliver Reed. A unique singing voice. His next song was a reminder that we pay for entertainment. His eyes shut into slits, does he have another verse? No.

Sometimes, not with Paleface who is exceptional, the excitement from the performer is when his or her song is over, the tremor in the heart to be that much closer to performance time. My offering to the world, thankfull and thoughtfull, that's what Darryl sang about at the end of his two song set.

In case this has not rung the awareness bells, I attended Lach's Antihoot this evening, on my way to the nearest parking spot, no I sincerely looked forward to playing and when we spoke on the phone he asked if I was coming by. Monday night, Sidewalk Cafe at Ave A and East 6th. People sign up and introduce their talent to their fellow performer/audience members.

Hey, the singing group Phonic sounded great and the event of their playing tonight gave Lach the opporunity to utter, "I got hooked on phonics so I had to go to the phonix house..." The place where creativity ferments, Lach's Fort at Sidewalk, not only the means to an end, but an end in and of itself, whatever your stature in the entertainment world.

[7/8/2001 9:31:14 PM | Peter Dizozza]
The reason I love Michael Douglas is 'cause he reminds me of his father... He's actually got several great accomplishments to his name, probably more than I know about for I have not seen his period with Ms. Kathleen Turner and Danny Davito, but he has made an impression as, well, as a producer of the Milos Foreman "Cuckoo's Nest," a great moment in Juicy Fruit history, and there's more to it than that, AN UNDERSTATEMENT. The blue lit end is truly a cinematic coup in an already solid stage adaptation currently featuring who, Gary Sinise, over here... Um, He's also got that performance in "Wall Street" that folks made much of... Martin Sheen, Oliver Stone, it all looked so local. How about, uh, oh dear, the great heroine, Glenn Close, and that hideous family that wrecked havoc upon her elevated existence... Well, by the end she's martyred gloriously, congratulations to the manipulative monster behind that camera lens. The director already had a history. Did he make Flash Dance? Adrien Lynn, eight and a half weeks, how DO these words stimulate the memory? There's insolence in that family and they inspire strength in us. They are incorrigible and I love them. But now this thing with the Traffic costar. Hadn't she already established herself as a Bond woman. Steven Sodenburgh introduced her in the film as a star underneath a bushel of hay. I actually recall meeting Eric Douglas, who is I believe a half brother to Michael, yet they both bear such strong resemblance to their great father. He became friends with one of my close friends some years back when she was more in the producing business. Yeah, sure I was scared, but I enjoyed his company. What a riot to hear friends of my parents comment on his upbringing. Manners, baby, that's what it's all about up there on Candlewood Isle.

[7/8/2001 12:27:37 AM | Peter Dizozza]
The Twelfth Night directed by Chad Stutz at La Plaza Cultural, the park with the willow trees on Ave. C and East 9th, opens with, "If music be the food of life, play on, followed by, enough, 'tis not as sweet now as it was before.." The play runs Thursday through Saturday until the end of July beginning at 7PM. Sharon Fogarty and Jason Howard (who plays the fool) provide music. At the beginning of the evening, the birdies were chirping wildly. You may be asked as you enter, after giving something in response to the suggested contribution of 5 dollars, to sign a petition to transfer the park to the City Parks Department. I suppose that would save it. Charas is up the block toward Avenue B and there doesn't seem to be much hope saving that from its purchaser at auction. It's been his for the past three years....

Characters in the Twelfth Night, who roll in with the waves, unroll within cardboard from upstage. Lost in a watery tomb at sea, and being in the third degree of drink is to be drowned, they each of the other presume to be deceased. Sometimes the sea returns that which it steals from us.

The costumes were east village hodgepodge. Malvolio was a young man with a monocle (Eric Walton). The entire cast was young and appealing. Sir Toby doesn't have to be old to have a niece... He reminded me most of Roman Polanski, the actor... (It's Brent Popolizio)

Enter the cross dresser. She acted with Chad before. I need a link to Mary Robinson to refer you to -- Tara Platt reminds me of MR.... In other words she has a round lovely face with a prominent full mouth conveying innocence and intelligence. All the actors were excellent. Each knew the lines well enough to play while enhancing their meaning.

The mistress of the house catches the plague of infatuation upon meeting the cross dresser. "Be you his eunuch?" Catch the infatuation!

It was then I noticed the barbed can art mounted upon the fence, resembling pinwheels and puddings, that contained us in our garden theatre.

How likest this tune? It gives a very echo to the seat where love is throned -- that's the seat you're sitting on, dearie! Remember to bring a pillow. May thy tailer make thy outfit of changeable taffeta.

I'm onto the quotes. I assure you, your appreciation of Twelfth Night and of Shakespeare is readily enhanced by your attendance at this Manhattan Theatre Source, 2 Way Production.

"This letter will make a contemplative idiot of him."

"Some have greatness thrust upon them."

"See thee cross gartered in yellow stockings" (taken quite literally.) "My lady loves me."

Games... I would, for this, marry her, the wench, and ask for no dowry but such a jest.

I am not your fool but your corrupter of words!

The heavens rain odors on you.

These dopey bargirls play games with the nobility, perhaps one day to marry them.

Here's my purse, go feed you with the sights of this town.

I have limed her!

A little thing would tell them how much I lack of a man.

I so much like you that a fiend like thee might bear my soul to hell!

Thou shalt be both the plaintiff and judge of thy own cause. Heigh ho, the wind and the rain! Girl, I look forward to seeing thee one day in thy woman's weeds!


[7/7/2001 11:14:23 AM | Peter Dizozza]
"Traffic" was compelling cinema. Congratulations to all involved, but am I to understand that drug tzar Michael Douglas (Michael Douglas portrays a government appointed drug tzar in the film, "Traffic.") left his wife and child and actually married the (woman portraying the) drug barons' wife, Ms. Zita-Jones? Was she even pregnant with his child during the film? Was this a maneuver around or manipulation of public perception? He strikes me as a man with a deep sense of humour. 

Regards to Eric Douglas. 

Peter Dizozza

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