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Experiencing life in Iowa.

KMOX Radio: ‘Rocky style’

About the only benefit to being up at 3:30 am is sometimes catching some very interesting radio shows. Anyone familiar with amplitude modulated broadcasting knows about a phenomenon called “skip”, where the radio signal bouncing off of clouds (at night) in conjunction with humidity and barometric pressure can result in reception of some far off stations. That happened to me Wednesday morning when I happened to turn on my Panasonic RF-P50D (a transistor radio that has the most amazing selectivity and sensitivity).

Kmox CBS Saint Louis broadcasts at 1120 on your AM dial. Their show ‘Our American Stories’ featured the making of Sylvester Stallone’s ‘Rocky’, which began on this date in 1976. The movie’s success was as improbable as the character’s. While $950,000 went a lot further then it does today, it was still a shoestring budget for one hell of a lot of movie. I had forgotten that Stallone wrote it. It was his baby all the way, he birthed it. Without his gumption this amazing movie never would have saw the light of day.

As a seventeen year old when it came out, I thought it was a boxing movie. Ha. All it encompassed was the sometimes pretty, sometimes ugly story of human triumph. Not bad for 2 hours. The story about the casting was a hoot. Meryl Streep, Bette Midler, Cher all wanted the Adrian role. Francis Ford Coppola’s sister Talia Shire got it. Stallone wanted Lee J. Cobb for the ‘Mickey’ part. Cobb tells Stallone, “I don’t read” (audition). ‘Apollo’ played by Carl Weathers after making mince meat out of Stallone in the boxing audition, “Maybe he’ll get better.”

To hear Sylvester tell about Ken Norton auditioning, Joe Frazier, brought back all the memories of just how huge boxing was in the 70’s. In fact I was completely unaware of the real life inspiration for the movie, the March 1975 bout between longshot Chuck Wepner and reigning World Champion Muhammad Ali. Wepner was within 20 seconds of going 15 rounds with the champ before succumbing. Unbelievable.

Shooting on the streets of Philadelphia when nobody knew who the hell he was. Doing the ice skating scene where it was supposed to be with 300 extras and 1 shows up. Stallone said that if it hadn’t been for the invention of the Steadicam in 1975 and the mobility this new equipment afforded, Rocky never gets made. A truly fascinating story at 3:30 am.

God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen

God rest ye merry, gentlemen, let nothing you dismay,
Remember Christ our Savior was born on Christmas Day;
To save us all from Satan’s power when we were gone astray.

O tidings of comfort and joy, comfort and joy;
O tidings of comfort and joy.

In Bethlehem, in Israel, this blessèd Babe was born,
And laid within a manger upon this blessèd morn;
The which His mother Mary did nothing take in scorn.

From God our heavenly Father a blessèd angel came;
And unto certain shepherds brought tidings of the same;
How that in Bethlehem was born the Son of God by name.

“Fear not, then,” said the angel, “Let nothing you afright
This day is born a Savior of a pure Virgin bright,
To free all those who trust in Him from Satan’s power and might.”

Maud Lewis

A most fascinating film was found on Netflix the other day, ‘Maudie’. About a Canadian folk artist who lived from 1903 to 1970. Crippled by rheumatoid arthritis and living a very harsh life in the land of sky blue waters, she nevertheless captured the minds of Canadian art lovers. A beautiful and fascinating person.

Loving Vincent

While Hollywood is busy making remakes (Murder On The Orient Express being the latest example), indies continue to advance the cinematic art. Loving Vincent is a good example of that. A hundred artists hand painted this animated ode to Van Gogh. Over 65,000 frames. An artistic feast for one of the greatest to ever live. If only Almond Branches and the Tower had been included.

They said at the end of the movie that Van Gogh painted 800 paintings in his tragically short 8 year career. With a total of 1 painting sold during his life. Mystery surrounded his death as shown by the film. Loving Vincent closes with that haunting Don McLean song, Starry, Starry Night…

Starry starry night
Paint your palette blue and gray
Look out on a summer’s day
With eyes that know the darkness in my soul

Shadows on the hills
Sketch the trees and the daffodils
Catch the breeze and the winter chills
In colors on the snowy linen land

Now I understand

What you tried to say to me
How you suffered for your sanity
How you tried to set them free
They would not listen they did not know how
Perhaps they’ll listen now

Starry starry night
Flaming flowers that brightly blaze
Swirling clouds in violet haze
Reflect in Vincent’s eyes of china blue

Colors changing hue
Morning fields of amber grain
Weathered faces lined in pain
Are soothed beneath the artist’s loving hand

Now I understand
What you tried to say to me
How you suffered for your sanity
How you tried to set them free
They would not listen, they did not know how

Perhaps they’ll listen now

The field

 

Ultra Runner David Laney

“I think people don’t realize how bad these races are for your body. They do extensive damage; you are running hard for such a long time. Your brain chemicals get really out of whack after doing something that hard.” – David Laney

Later in the September issue of Trail Runner he talks about being in a complete funk for a week after an ultra, “post-race depression”. There is another condition your body goes into when it has gone too long without nutrition called “Catabolysis”, and your body has no energy left and starts to breakdown muscle tissue. Ultra runners who run an entire day or multiple days during a 100 or 200 miler can’t consume enough food. It is in essence “starving to death” during the run.

So let’s see, after an ultra your body starts to eat itself and throws you into a depression. Who wouldn’t want to do that??  Seriously though, when you have gone past physical fitness and into harming your body, that’s just stupid. The whole point of running is for health and the runner’s high. What David Laney describes in his on words is not good for the body or mind. It does not compute. I read Trail Runner for the wonderful vistas and stories of human triumph. Unfortunately there is a dark side to it as well.

From the October issue of Runner’s World: “In the 1982 Boston Marathon during their ‘duel in the sun’, Alberto Salazar and Dick Beardsley famously duked it out on an unusually hot day. Their sprint to the finish remains one of sport’s most epic moments.

Salazar won – by 2 seconds. Soon after, he was rushed to a medical tent for 6 liters of saline solution, delivered by IV. As he told John Brant in a 2004 Runner’s World feature: “After that I was never quite the same. I had a few good races, but everything was difficult. Workouts that I used to fly through became an ordeal. And eventually, of course, I got so sick that I wondered if I’d ever get well.”

Salazar did get well, eventually, but his racing career never fully recovered.”

Another example was in the June 2018 issue of Runner’s World about Amelia Boone. She was crushing it in “obstacle racing” (90-pound pack for over 72 hours at a time in freezing rivers in the dead of winter). She amassed four obstacle racing world championship titles and over 50 podiums in five years. All the while nearly destroying her body by not having a coach and not listening to her body.

When it should have been the happiest time of her life, “I would sob before races because I was afraid of letting everyone down.” “That if I didn’t win races I wouldn’t be loved.” “I spent years winning race after race and wondering why I still wasn’t happy. Why the more I won, the less fulfilled I felt. I kept waiting for the time the winning would finally fill me up, without realizing that winning was never going to be enough. No number of wins on earth would make me happy. I was missing the point all along – to embrace the things that truly brought me joy: the pursuit, and the sharing of that pursuit with others.”

 

25 Hill

Corbin Bernsen does it again with 25 Hill. Written, directed, produced by. Simple, original, faith movie. Real people, real locations. A son without a father and a father without a son get together to fill each others voids and ride to soap box glory!

2011, also stars Ralph Waite. Nathan Gamble plays Trey ‘Wheels’ Caldwell.

Police Story

Watching reruns on the retro TV channels in central Iowa has led me to a couple of conclusions. There are your ‘bubblegum’ shows, Gilligan’s Island, Brady Bunch, shows that are just fun. Not Masterpiece Theater, but they stand the test of time. Then you have your shows that didn’t stand the test of time, Night Court, Jefferson’s, Hogan’s Heroes.

Three shows that I didn’t watch when they came out, knocked my socks off in reruns. Police Story, Heat of the Night and the original half hour black and white episodes of Gunsmoke . Only one was a ratings bonanza, Gunsmoke. The other two ran 6 years each. They had respectable ratings, but not “out of this world”.

In the case of Police Story and Heat of the Night I think they had 3 things going for them. The writing, the acting and the location filming (I realize Heat wasn’t filmed in Sparta, Mississippi). Today’s television suffers horribly in comparison. It reminds me of the Star Wars series. George Lucas thought the second set of films were superior because of the whiz bang special effects. How clueless can you be? That’s not why people loved Star Wars.

Is a person’s taste in art at all quantifiable? It’s so subjective. I suppose in the end TV as art can be judged with a real simple test; ratings. Movies on the other hand have always had as their gold standard for worthiness the Academy Awards. Which went after how few people watched, their trophies were handed out by the anointed few, not the masses.

It’s hard to say what’s “good” and what isn’t. Part of it is the barren wasteland of modern TV, the older shows stand out in such contrast. They’ve also done studies that show that what you were exposed to between the ages of 8-15 become your “comfort” shows later in life. No doubt your own demographic plays a large part too. Who knows, its hard to put a number on art. We do know what we like though.

Something changed around ’81 and shows like Hill Street Blues. They took themselves so seriously, they forgot one important point: The characters have to be likeable. Weird, right? Nobody on that show was likeable. I’ve never seen my theory about what makes a movie or TV show watchable proven wrong. You need quality writing, good cinematography and actors that people can empathize with.

You can see which ones were successful at this by which ones from the 80s and 90s are shown in reruns today. Two of the most widely shown reruns of the Police Story genre shown today are Walker Texas Ranger and Magnum PI. Quality production with likeable people. Another thing Police Story had going for it besides that, was the genius in having an entirely new cast every week! It never got stale!

Rust

Corbin Bernsen hit one out of the park with his “written, directed and produced” by movie ‘Rust’. Sure I have an affinity for the small budget indie movie, and for good reason. Having come from a small town on the northern plains, I know what one looks like in the winter time. It doesn’t look like one of those Hallmark Channel ‘Winter Holiday’ movies, with fake snow, fake people, fake buildings and fake towns. This movie screamed real. It was set in Kipling, Saskatchewan, it doesn’t get anymore real than that.

Bernsen plays a preacher who upon losing his faith returns to the comfort of his hometown decades later. The pickup he drives is a real GM 1500. The houses are real houses not palatial mansions. The people have the lumps and bumps we all have, not the look of people that could have just sprung off the pages of a glossy magazine. They used mostly folks from Kipling itself. It reminded me a lot of what they did with local talent in Winter’s Bone, an exceptional movie.

There’s a scene where Bernson is talking to his mentor in the living room late on a winter afternoon. They used just window light to caress each man’s face and bring out the character in each. Hollywood never would have done that. Low winter sun is beyond them. Sure the scene with the volleyball coach is a little stiff using an amateur. Sure his “sister” was not a professional, but it worked. And like his “dad” worked really well. So take that Hollywood.

I’ll take a low budget indie anytime over what Hollywood puts out. And as much as I enjoy the cheesy goodness of a winter Hallmark movie, after awhile the lack of any snow melting on an obviously 70 degree day it becomes painfully obvious they’re on a synthetic lot, and not really in Hometown, Ohio.