Note to Pilgrims and Seekers
Dr. Omed's day job has been a bit demanding of late. Done been rode hard and hung up wet, as my Granny would have put it. As a result, occasions worthy of posting have gone by unremarked. Leonard Cohen's 70th birthday was Tuesday. The film director Russ Meyer, excuse the expression, went tits up yesterday at age 82. Back in another lifetime when I was working as a movie projectionist, I screened his three of his later films, Supervixens, Up, and Beneath the Valley of the Ultravixens, at the Cinema Mayflower in Oklahoma City. Busloads of Baptists would come and shake Bibles at us on Sunday. His masterpiece, however, was Faster Pussycat Kill Kill! Meyer's films had brio, wit, and strong women (albeit with massive mammaries) quite unlike the depressing and mechanical porno flicks I had to screen most of the time.
Tonight Will Be Fine
Sometimes I find I get to thinking of the past.
We swore to each other then that our love would surely last.
You kept right on loving, I went on a fast,
now I am too thin and your love is too vast.
But I know from your eyes
and I know from your smile
that tonight will be fine,
will be fine, will be fine, will be fine
for a while.
I choose the rooms that I live in with care,
the windows are small and the walls almost bare,
there's only one bed and there's only one prayer;
I listen all night for your step on the stair.
But I know from your eyes
and I know from your smile
that tonight will be fine,
will be fine, will be fine, will be fine
for a while.
Oh sometimes I see her undressing for me,
she's the soft naked lady love meant her to be
and she's moving her body so brave and so free.
If I've got to remember that's a fine memory.
And I know from her eyes
and I know from her smile
that tonight will be fine,
will be fine, will be fine, will be fine
for a while.
Leonard Cohen, Live Songs
10:33:47 PM 
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