Thursday, September 03, 2009

Reprise One in 2000, original post in Wildsound blog, Blog archives

The movies and Marlon saved my sorry little non- life as a failing high school student running downtown to spend the weekends at Bloor and Yonge (how much time in my life is going to be spent in that vicinity, on the strip from Bloor to Wellesley, I have attended acting classes, sessions, workshops etc since my 'sainted' Mother schlepped me to Marjory Purvey's Theatre of The Air - School of Radio Drama, when I was 12 and we had just moved to Toronto from Stevenville, Newfoundland, a move I thought the Family had made for my acting career..I would have preferred New York, but Bloor and Yonge became the center of my Universe.

Smash Cut To Hollywood:

Canadian actress, first day in Hollywood, lunch at the Old World Restaurant with Henry Jaglom, one of three people she knows. Ten hours later, and an incredible parade of exotic people, like Roger who couldn't eat vegetables and seemed very intelligent and Rita, the beautiful Black activist who would become a close friend and so many more, capped by the image at closing time at the Rainbow when the handsome, great actor rising movie star JACK is coming at you, with a grin, you know that grin, meant for you, yes you, he's coming to see you.

Henry had alerted Jack that there was fresh meat in town.

"He's got a notch on his cock and he thinks he's a man" - Country Joe MacDonald song.

Now apparently the Big Bad Jack-be-nimble has 2000 notches to his credit. Lota water under that bridge, which would overwhelm even the large black dildo Jack pulls out of his pants in The Departed.

I bring this up only because my first night in Holly wood to have been cast in this Henry Jaglom experimental improv was more than even I could have expected of the Hollywood experience! WOW!

And Don Johnson had one line: "Cayle, Henry had to go, his friend Jack will take you home".

No kidding, crazy girl, you are here.

Would I kiss and tell or talk out of school about something that probably I would be the only one who remembers. Why mention it? Star fucking is a long tradition, but for my part, sleeping with the famous is not what it was about - rather the romance and excitement of dreams coming true, which is more as Biff Rose used to sing: 'the dream come false' or as I later thought The American dream had become the American nightmare. see Tracks blog.

I treasure all the many experiences I have had, some are worth talking about, some become the fabric for something else, all contribute to whatever it is I have to offer at this juncture.

I am the sum total of my parts.