Whenever I write characters I try to have as much backstory as possible. Most of the backstory never gets written in the story itself, but it's nice to have because it helps me get a true feel for the person. While writing out one particular character, one who shuns popular norms, dating, going to the movies, and listening to popular music, I decided that he needed to have a favorite album. After some careful research I found Donald Fagen's The Nightfly. The album is a strange fusion of pop rock and jazz. Heck, it's almost 90% jazz and 10% rock, and it works so well.
While I haven't heard any of Fagen's other work, besides Steely Dan, I did find it odd that he took an 11 year hiatus from recording solo albums. Researching the guy, I found that The Nightfly was sort of a cathartic experience for him, and it took so much out of him that he just had to disengage from everything after recording it. This is understandable, as some people feel they put all that they have into one thing, and it begins to take a toll on them. I felt this way about the mini movie that I directed and edited myself. The process was such that I decided I probably didn't want to do that again. However, there are times that I wish some people would just stop after making their own masterpiece. What if Kevin Smith had stopped after making Clerks? What if Star Wars had been a box office failure and George Lucas never made another?
Yesterday I went to this BBQ place in town and had lunch. I also had their famous pecan cobbler with ice cream. In the past this had been my go-to, but today, in 2017, I found the dessert so sweet that I just could not finish it. Is this a sign of becoming too old? 37 is just around the corner. Aye...
I recently discovered this video on YouTube. Someone took the time to splice clips of the movie Career Opportunities, and mixed it with Space Age Love Song by A Flock of Seagulls. I saw the movie years ago when I was a teenager. Back then I used to roam around the $1.00 section of the video store, and one day I came across this movie. The box art is what drew me in. It's Jennifer Connelly on Frank Whaley's shoulders, and he's staring up at her cleavage. How could a sexually frustrated 16 year old not love this?
While the movie is okay, it's this video that got me. Someone in the comments described it as "This is exactly what falling in love in the 80's looked like." Granted, the movie came out in 1991, but I agree with the sentiment. It almost makes me wish I had been a teenager in the 80's. I know I probably would have been the same frustrated teen back then, but still, one can dream.