Monday, October 9, 2017

Why You Should Go Watch Martin & Lewis Right Now

        A thing I like to do is research actors and their work. I’ve always loved to hear stories from people’s lives. Right now I’m studying Jerry Lewis because he died recently and shame on me for not getting to this sooner. I had always known about Jerry. I’d have to be living under a rock not to, my parents talked about him. Unfortunately by the time I was born in 1978 Jerry had been famous for 29 years already and his celebrity was waning. I consider this extremely bad timing because had I grown up watching him I would have been so inspired. Alas I’ll have to settle for being inspired now. 

Jerry came from parents who were stage actors, vaudevillians. Vaudeville was a stage variety act popular at the turn of last century featuring burlesque, comedy, song, and dance. He played night clubs in the 40’s as a teenager while supporting his new family. As the story goes he met Dean Martin and they were a hit overnight. In 1950 just as television was being born they were on a show called the Colgate Comedy Hour which can be viewed free on youtube. Check them out! I think you might fall in love with them just as I and 1950’s America did. 

Martin and Lewis weren’t popular just because they were funny and talented, it was because of the chemistry between Jerry and Dean. They were psychically linked on stage electric and exciting, they talked directly to the audience ignoring the fourth wall altogether. It seemed personal which is why you may as I did, start to notice that Jerry kisses Dean a lot. Really a lot. I can’t tell if it’s brotherly love combined with a comic’s compulsion to take things too far or if it was just love. Please weigh in if you’re reading this. I’d love an outside opinion.

Their comedy was a unique kind of genius. It was equal parts precision comedic skill and riffing, kind of like vaudeville meets jazz. In fact sometimes it was exactly that. They would start out with a rehearsed skit and escalate it to the point where they were so far off book it was all improv, a food fight, a water leak, a group tap dance turned contest. They would deteriorate into an improvisational work of genius all while talking to the audience as if they were watching live. The director would even play with Jerry by turning on different cameras so he would have to figure out which one to look at. He vents his frustration to you directly. 

If you’re into film, theater, or just a fan of slapstick please go and watch this wonderful piece of history. Watching Martin and Lewis was like the first time I ever saw “Singin’ In The Rain” I couldn’t believe how much I liked it and great art should never die. I’m not finished studying Mr. Lewis’ work yet I’m to “The Patsy” which I loved. Plus I just started reading Jerry’s book titled “Martin and Lewis A Love Story” and cried at the opening. 

On a more serious note, I hope in this new century we don’t forget to look back on history and learn. People used to go out and socialize, they had real connections and active lives. When TV came along a little of that disappeared, then the internet came and a little more went away, now cell phones exist and we barely speak to each other in person or on the phone that we carry with us EVERYWHERE! If you’re reading this I love you. Blessings.

Sunday, November 21, 2010

11/21/10 Extremely tired


I got so little sleep last night that the first thing I did when I got home from work is I went straight back to bed. It was a beautiful day weather wise or at least I thought so when the rain gave way and the sky became full of large fluffy clouds. (The kind you can see shapes in.) But my mind was still on the lightning last night, and I wished we would have more of those storms because we just don't get that here. When I got home after my nap I started to paint and this is what came out. I can't figure out if it's a reflection of my feelings for today or if it's just what I wanted to paint. The brown and blue are supposed to represent the stillness of the what is under the surface, it's not the foreground. Even though I've never seen a tornado first hand, thank God, I still love the subject. Nature's version of irrational I think. Chaos comes in many forms, but after these you see things like cars in trees and overturned houses. The word that occurs to me is irrational.

11/20/10 Optimistic



I loved looking out the window this morning to see it still raining. On the way to work I laughed and shook my head at all my fellow Californians, who forget every year without fail how to drive in the rain. I saw several rainbows throughout the day. But my mind kept wandering to the ocean. It's been a while since I've gone there and let the sea air and crashing waves clear my head. I like the ocean when it's stormy and alive. As long as I'm not on a boat that is. My good mood was triggered I believe by receiving my wish for a rainy day, but it didn't stop there. I was saying to my Dad over dinner, "I miss thunder and lightning storms" and almost immediately there was a flash of lightning. I'm still having trouble sleeping so I'm pretty sure the painting will not affect it at this point, but the calming, soothing value is still there. Now up late again and true to my nature I'm having that hot tea, wrapped in a warm blanket listening to the rain.

Friday, November 19, 2010

11/19/10 Lazy Day



Not all of the day was lazy, just most of it. I had only 2 hours of work which got cancelled after arriving. The rain is a welcome site though, I like winter and have been craving a day or night to listen to the rain and relax with some tea. I tried to catch up on some lost sleep last night but I still feel tired. That's alright because it's been my experience that a day like this is good for recharging my batteries. I expect tomorrow to be bright eyed and bushy tailed. Not too emotional today...OH! But I cried from watching an episode of "Bones" does that count? Seriously though the painting had to have a winter tree in it. I'm very drawn to trees and the Tree of Life is my favorite symbol so I wanted to paint one. My tree sits dormant on a grey day, much as I did today.

Thursday, November 18, 2010

11/18/10 Space Cadet



Today it was kind of difficult to stay on task, but I didn't set out to do a painting of space until I saw the photo on twitter. (below) I'm not talented enough to do the Aurora Borealis justice but it was nonetheless therapeutic. Also it was an appropriate analogy to my mood today. Work was nice however despite consuming caffeine I never reached a state of wakefulness necessary to convince others I wasn't a walking zombie. All I can say is, thank God for makeup. Now home I'm wondering where the time went and was not looking forward to painting but once I started I was once again reminded this is not a chore. I really get something from this and it's hard to put into words, more than therapy, than thought being solidified. My mind feels more at ease. I guess that's why I keep using the word meditative. It's still hard to fall asleep and I woke up about a dozen times last night.

Wednesday, November 17, 2010

11/17/10 Happy


I've come to the conclusion that it must be my allergies not a cold coming on. That's a relief! Plus today turned out to be a satisfying day at work, lively conversation and good weather. I'm still in awe of the beautiful trees the color of fall so I couldn't resist painting something in that vein. I thought this leaf would be easy, but it was time consuming! It took almost two hours. I don't mind, I hardly noticed since it was so relaxing doing it. It was nice to just be in a good mood today. I find there is still no change in getting to sleep quickly but I have been staying asleep longer. (as long as my allergies permit that is.) Although I can't say if there is a direct correlation of course.

11/16/10 Low Energy



Either my allergies are much worse than usual or I am getting sick, either way it was hard to feel anything accept worn out today. I did perk up a bit in class though as the history of comic books turned out to be much more interesting than I thought it would be. How to describe this feeling today. Well it was beautiful outside but I didn't really feel it. Everything seemed like it was tinted grey. I felt, tired, calm, isolated and a bit light headed. While I was painting I decided to listen to the album "Passion" by Peter Gabriel which I highly recommend and I found it suited my mood quite well. I'm not depressed, and I'm afraid my amateur painting skills may seem to give that feeling. But I do find myself starting to experiment with textures and my depth of field needs serious work, I also knew these were going to be more abstract than anything. They say an artist is his/her own worst critic. I'll be honest I didn't really feel like painting tonight but as I was I found myself still enjoying it and not rushing. I can really feel the externalization of my feelings happening and the focus I have while I'm doing it is very meditative.