I was chatting with a friend from my childhood, this morning.......she asked about my "missing period"......"When was that?", I asked......"Well, from 8th grade, till...well, you know.....until now!", she retorted..... I remember, with the advent of pubic hair and my more increasingly questioning philosophical outlook, came a relative disinterest in 'popular tastes'......I was drawn to the 'beat scene'......which there was slim evidence of in N. Alabama....As soon as I was old enough to get out...in a black DeSoto with grey flannel seats......my Life expanded to a preoccupational wall, with Warner Bros. and American International Films, from a frustratingly shunted development, within the context of Pleasantvilleness and middle class takes on 'what Life is all about', featuring Annette and Frankie Avalon.....from The Lyric Theater's continuum of MGM musicals and Disneydom.......to the vehicle-accessible Woody's Drive in...on the 'wrong' side of town......my single contact point for cool, hip cynicism......
Roger Corman connected the perverse dots.......then, I was out of college, with a degree in Poetry..........tune in? drop out? 1967 was the pivot......on one side of the see-saw was the Past.....on the other, a voyage into the deep well of psychoanalytical thinking and philosophical substratum.........where Art is Real and the World of Normalcy....is Illusion.....
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