Made it home Tuesday night just before sunset. I have to say the NJ Turnpike never looked so good.
The trip back to the US took over 18 hours. I stood in a frenzied clot of passengers at the Orly airport in Paris from 6:30 in the morning until 2pm; first waiting to see if I had a seat, and then waiting to see if the plane would take off before the airport shut down again. A woman from the airline came out to make an announcement. No one could hear her. I stepped out of line, leaving my luggage behind me, and walked up closer to hear what she was saying.
What she was saying was that everyone should stay in line. When I turned around I saw that the entire line had collapsed around me and about 300 people had now all rushed forward with their luggage. I went back to get mine and found myself far behind people who had arrived in the line hours after me.
The tension was so high I'm surprised fistfights didn't break out, especially since I was doing my best to start one.
I finally made it into the boarding area around 2:30. Just before getting on the plane the French Aviation Authority routed us south to Lisbon, Portugal--a 2 hour flight. We made it out just as all the Paris airports started closing again. After re-fueling in Lisbon, we started the crossing to Newark; another 8 1/2 hours in the air. The moment the plane started moving I instantly fell asleep.
My last day in Paris had been a strange one. I walked the city for hours, trying to enjoy myself but wracked with anxiety about having no idea when I'd be getting out. I took this picture. I felt like it really, really expressed my frame of mind.
Got back to the hotel room to find the message urging me to be at the airport at 6:30 am. After quickly packing, I met John for a drink and told him of my pending departure. He still had no ticket out and was not in a good mood.
We sat in the hotel lobby sipping scotch for a half hour. When I mentioned how bewildered I was at the nastiness of some of the US press he quietly urged me to not worry about it. "The press has always loved to hate us," he said. "You made a great film. There is no question in my mind you were the guy for us. You told our story."
At that moment I felt a rush of emotion so intense I had to turn away. It was difficult for me to comprehend the man sitting opposite me in his long, silver hair, gathered in the back in a neat ponytail, was one of the guys I never dreamed I'd meet when I was 14 and first listening to the original, long version of "Light My Fire"--that he was John Densmore, the sharp, precisely frenzied drummer I'd been watching on editing and movie screens for almost 2 1/2 years.
I managed to tell him how much I'd come to respect and admire him. We wished each other luck on getting home. Then we embraced and he was gone. When the alarm woke me 5 hours later I was deep in the tendrils of a dream where I was standing on the edge of vast, dark river; peering across it and unable to distinguish anything on the opposite shore.
I can’t wait to see it!
You wrote: “i know that i want to work with films, but i have no specific idea as to what i would do. also, as far as school goes, what degree would you suggest?”
Good to know you’re in Atlanta too! That’s great you contacted indie theaters. If you think it would help if I join you in putting pressure on them, let me know which ones you wrote to and I’ll send them a message as well. I know only the Tara cinema, at Cheshire Bridge, I kind of expected they would show WYS there and was disappointed when it did not turn out that way.
Here is the message I got back from Cinefest when I asked if they could show WYS longer:
“Unfortunately, April 18th was the last day we could show the film, as the print was subsequently shipped out soon after; thus, another screening wouldn’t be possible. Currently, the film is scheduled for a June 29th DVD release.”
It’s interesting you mentioned parking. That definitely seemed to be an issue at Cinefest, I had never been there before and was wondering where people would park (I took Marta).
Free from disguise
Gazing on a city under
My eyes have seen you
Eyes have seen you
Let them photograph your soul
Memorize your alleys
On an endless roll
Your inner 14 year old should be elated!!! Those tears are jewels that you should be proud of as they carry SO many emotions within each drop! When the moment struck…and the emotions were real, honest, and in full force, I know turning away is sometimes the easiest way to handle the explosion of emotions. John must have felt and genuinely appreciated what was expressed with only emotions. I bet he appreciates you and is so happy you came into his life as well. Life’s really remarkable. Who knew that you as a 14 year old would find a path to this moment in time. Wow! 🙂
— Henry David Thoreau
Why should you care what the critics say. These are the same ridiculous clowns who shamelessly drool over and praise shitty movies all the time. Then a couple of years later those same million-thumbs-up or whatever movies mysteriously transmute into one and a half star tv reruns at obscure times and channels. People with half a brain don´t pay attention to critics when deciding to go see a movie or not. If WYS were in more theaters and had more advertisement support, people would go see it. This is the band that still sells a million cd´s a year, after all. But here in Atlanta for instance WYS was in ONE theater, for only a week. ONE WEEK! I wrote the theater asking them to bring it back. I mean, really. I would go back to see it again, and bring others with me, if it was available longer.
Anyway. Look great works of art have been ignored and trashed by idiots throughout history, it´s a classic artist thing, it´s been going on forever. You´re in the company of people like Van Gogh, man. You created something oool, beautiful, long lasting. Those reviews/reviewers will be nothing but forgotten stinky dust and your movie will still be bringing joy to people. That’s how it is.
I liked your comments about your drinks with John in the hotel lobby…very cool.
Do you have any news on the possibility of release dates for When You’re Strange down here in Australia?
There’s heaps of people hoping it will be shown in cinemas down here!!!