And after my Paris-to-Dakar like stamina blogging in October (video posting is a cop out, but I wrote everyday, dammit!), I’ve petered out a bit. So here’s some quick bits:
1) Going on a family vacation to Vegas. For Thanksgiving. Expect lots of fun tweets.
2) FZ6D continues apace and I’m getting tired of waiting for it to get here, dammit.
3) Going on LOTS Of auditions and getting closer and closer to being cast.
And I looked at a sweet vintage Vespa this past weekend but have decided that it’s just not practical. When did I get THIS grown up?
See, normally I do a Holiday mix cd (non-denominational but admittedly Judeo-Christian skewing) as an inexpensive but personal way to show my friends and family love this time of year. Sadly, due to a few technical issues I will not be able to do this for the coming Holiday season.
Now: I abhor talking on the phone (long story), but a happy byproduct of that is that I have a tidy surplus of night/anytime minutes at my disposal, so I had an idea…
I am willing and able to call any of y’all and sing a snippet of ANY holiday song of your choice anytime between December 1st and 31st. The only stipulation being you give me time to research it if need be!
So if you’re interested, email/txt/ping/whatever me with the following info:
1) Song/artist
2) Preferred date in December
3) Time of day you’d prefer your call
It’s silly, I know. But 2009 has proved to be a doozy, and I wantto let you all know I care.
There’s a story that they tell in the southwest about a woman done wrong who murders her children to spite a lover and then accidentally (depending on the version) kills herself. It’s called (you guessed it) “La Llorona,” or “the wailing woman” for you non spanish speakers out there.
And buster, you want THE thing that consistently freaked me out from ages 5-13? This is it.
See, in New Mexico she is also known as “The Ditch Witch,” and is used as a cautionary tale to keep children away from the concrete ditches that weave through the city and are known to be fatal during flash floods. Y’see, in one telling of the story she drowns her children and then jumps in the Rio Grande after them to try and save them, but smacks her head on a rock and dies instantly. Her spirit then wanders for eternity looking for her missing children. And the wisdom goes that if you’re playing in a ditch/after dark/being unruly, she’ll come and get you and take you away to the spirit world with her.
I eventually got over my fear, but I should mention that up until his early 20’s, a friend of mine who had a ditch just on the other side of his fence lived in mortal fear of La Llorona.
And my gift to you is THIS version by quintessential New Mexican storyteller, Joe Hayes.
Not much of a video here, but if you’ve seen “Suspiria,” you know what a trip it is. I think I heard somewhere that Dario Argento referred to the visual style as a “Disney Horror Movie.” If you can confirm or deny this statement, ping me!
