Showing posts with label DARK STAR. Show all posts
Showing posts with label DARK STAR. Show all posts

Monday, January 4, 2016

FIRST MONDAY IN JANUARY

Hope everybody had a great holiday. Happy New Year.

The January issue of Phoenix Magazine, now on the stands…


…features a variety of scribblings by Your Humble Narrator, including my first restaurant review for that publication, of Max’s Mukhaase, a Ghanaian restaurant in Mesa. It’s on page 130, or you can read it here.

Tomorrow marks the release of the “dead tree” edition of Star Wars: The Force Awakens...



...Alan Dean Foster’s novelization of the movie (it’s been available as an ebook since December). Here, on the New Times Arts Blog, is me, on some of Foster’s literary triumphs.

Thursday, March 7, 2013

DARK STAR SEARCH

Check out the March issue of Phoenix Magazine...


...for two stories by Your Humble Narrator: On Arizona-based executive producers (page 40, or here) and on Bisbee's wonderful Warren Ballpark (page 50, or here).

Driving down to Bisbee in January for the second story, I passed through the town of Benson, Arizona. I promptly found myself singing the following, out loud in the car:

Benson, Arizona, the cool breeze in your hair
My body flies the galaxies, my heart longs to be there
Benson, Arizona, the same stars fill the skies
But they seemed so much brighter when I watched them in your eyes

I was singing—that is to say, I thought I was singing—the theme to Dark Star, John Carpenter and Dan O’Bannon’s low-budget sci-fi comedy of 1979.


A few minutes online showed me that I had rewritten the lyrics of this bit of futuristic cornpone in my head; they actually go like this:

Benson, Arizona, blew warm wind through your hair
My body flies the galaxies, my heart longs to be there
Benson, Arizona, the same stars in the sky
But they seemed so much kinder when we watched them, you and I

In my defense, I last saw the movie almost thirty years ago. I remember it fondly, however.

So...

Monster-of-the-Week: …this week the nod goes to the alien from Dark Star...


...memorably played by a painted beach ball with costume monster hands glued to the bottom. You can see him/her(?), and hear “Benson, Arizona,” here.

Belated RIP to western-movie fixture Harry Carey, Jr., passed on at 91.