Hickey and Boggs

Ever wonder why, dear reader(s?), there are so few posts on JAFO? Probably not. But I digress.

I could lie to you and tell you I'm out "Observing." But the fact is I'm not that comfortable with this blogging stuff. Every time I think I might have something of interest to say, my impulse to share information is overwhelmed by my love of anonymity. Then there is the bottomless pit that is the internet. I have found that almost anything I want to say has already been said by others - and usually better than I can say it. So why bother?

This brings me to HICKEY AND BOGGS, a movie that has, for some odd reason, stayed with me for thirty-plus years now. It's a minor obsession at times. And I've been going through one of those times of late. Something about its stripped down style appeals to me - especially in light of today's diet of overblown, expensive junk hitting the cinema screens.

Well, I watched the flick again a few days ago and was considering a blog post about it, but lo and behold, my buddy at Secret Dead Blog beat me to the punch. Read all about it here:

http://secretdead.blogspot.com/

I posted a reply and a link to a page where you can watch the film for free in his comment sections, so if you want to hear me ramble any more, you'll have to go over there.

Peace out, my bruthas and sistahs.

Another cool idea from David Lynch

http://interviewproject.davidlynch.com/www/#/about

David, part 2

Looks like the photo I posted yesterday isn't showing up on some computers. Here's a link to the shot if you want to see it, but can't, on this newfangled blog of mine.

http://www.terrillleelankford.com/rogues_3.html

David Carradine

I wish I could share some stories about my old drinking buddy, David Carradine, but the few I can actually remember aren't fit for public consumption - at least  not this soon after yesterday's tragic event. So I'll just share this shot of us on the set of Armed Response back in 1985 (or 1986). From left to right: That's me, looking dazed and confused in the yellow shirt, director Fred Olen Ray, David, Maxine Shepard (our set decorator), Jesse Long (our script supervisor) and Lee Van Cleef scratching his nose. Fred's trying to explain the script to David and Lee. Despite the fact that I wrote the thing and am less than two feet away, I was not consulted. I guess Fred felt that the bourbon breath I was exhaling disqualified me from partaking in the discussion.

Next time David and I have drinks, I have a feeling they will be Hot Toddys.  Farewell, buddy. While you were here, you sure as hell stomped the terra!