Showing posts with label Elvis Presley. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Elvis Presley. Show all posts

Friday, October 17, 2014

THREE-CARD TRICK





I once played against a good three-card trick man for over an hour.  I knew exactly what he was doing and how he was doing it and he still beat me three times out of five. That was how the Oberholzer game worked. Only we had been winning five tricks out of five, until I lost one that made it necessary to change not only the name of the game but also some of the rules.






Text: Eric Ambler, Send No More Roses (1977)

Wednesday, April 2, 2014

CHARACTER BUILDING





When he came to watch me work, Wade said it was amazing because you couldn’t tell where instinct left off and technique began.  I couldn’t either, and Alex said it didn’t matter.  Wade thinks Alex has a very commonplace mind, which is the result of confining himself to the movies and never getting a whiff of the keen stimulating air of the theater.  




When you work in the theater, even in a flop, you realize all over again that an actor can be the prisoner of his mechanical responses.  Anyway, my instinct makes me do a lot of things that Stanislavski teaches, and they’re right.  Frankly, this doesn’t surprise me, because I’ve studied in my own way, and I really knuckled down when I made all those recordings on the pier, thinking about the songs and the feelings they gave me, etc.




However, Wade points out that even if you start with a rare natural gift, the world will corrupt it.  You have to be a very special kind of person to stand up to the world and say no.  Even though I said no to the last scene of Song and Dance and I don’t intend to sing unless I believe it, according to Wade the whole experience is insidious and the world tricks you into believing your own lies.  That’s what happens when I go cute.
   




Gavin Lambert, Inside Daisy Clover, New York, Viking Press, 1963.

Sunday, June 23, 2013

RUBBERNECKING





Paul Cézanne, Mt. St.-Victoire, 1890, Metropolitan Museum of Art, New York


Stop, look and listen baby
That's my philosophy
It's called rubberneckin' baby
But that's all right with me;
Some people say I'm wasting time
But they don't really know
I like what I see I see what I like
It gives me such a glow
First thing in the morning, last thing at night
I look, stare everywhere, and see everything in sight.



Paul Cézanne, Mt. St.-Victoire, 1897, Baltimore Museum of Art

Elvis Presley: Rubberneckin' (Link)
 


Tuesday, February 19, 2013

CLOUDS







“Man, I remember one day at the Palm Springs house in Chino Canyon Road,” says Dave.  “It was hotter than hell, over a hundred degrees.  Anyway, Elvis wants to suddenly hop in the car and go down to the shopping area to load up on some stuff.  When he goes, everyone goes.  We all jam into this car.  There were four or five other guys along.  God, it was hot.  Elvis was talking about the power of metaphysics, although I’m not quite sure whether he knew the real definition of the word.  


“Anyway, the sky is desert clear, not a cloud in the sky except for this little tiny cloud a long way away, which was minding its own business. 







“Suddenly Elvis yells out, Stop the car.  I want to show you what I mean, Dave.  Now see that cloud?  I will show you what my powers really are. Now I want you all to watch.  All of you, look at that cloud.


“Well, we all look at the damn little cloud up there like a bunch of goatsElvis is staring a hole through the damn thing.  Well, the perspiration is dripping off us.  Not a sound in the car, just a whole lot of dummies dying of heat stroke looking up at the cloud.


“Im near dying and praying that the sonofabitch  would blow away. At the same time, I’m really having a problem not to burst out laughing.  Well, after about ten minutes, thank God, the damn thing dissipated a little. I mean, if you watch a single cloud, anyway after ten minutes, it will move or dissipate to some degree.


“I saved the day by noticing it first, and because I didn’t want to die of dehydration, I said, ‘Gee, Elvis, you’re right, it’s moving away.  That was just the right thing to say.  Old Elvis gave me one of those sly little smiles that told me he had done it again.I know, I moved it,’ he says.   Then we drove off.”





Joni Mitchell -- Clouds (Link)



Text:  Red West, Sonny West, Dave Hebler as told to Steve Dunleavy, Elvis:  What Happened?, New York, Ballantine Books, 1977.



Cloud Images:  Palm Springs, CA