Edward not for long

On my recent visit to my grandma’s for Easter to eat rack of lamb, I unearthed this ancient photo of me from a phase when I wanted to be like Edward Furlong. I suppose nearly every sullen, semi-rebellious, double kickflipping youth had this hairdo in 1992. My stepdad used to tell me that it made me look like Veronica Lake. Whatever. My dad would tell me that I needed a haircut, that people would think he was taking his daughter fishing…to which I would reply “Dad, it’s the 90’s!” His answer to that was of course “Yeah it’s the 90’s Brandon not the 60’s…” Touche! But if only it had been the 60’s. I don’t know about you, but I’d trade a year in 1992 for a year in 1962 without thinking twice about it. I remember in one issue of Mad Magazine they had a “then and now” cartoon piece called “the 60’s and the 90’s” comically comparing the generational differences like “make love not war” vs “don’t ask don’t tell” and “Tricky Dick” vs “Slick Willy”….as well as my own personal favorite showing our progress with Martin Luther King and his “I have a dream” speech to Martin Lawrence’s “You so F#!% crazy” with a shit eating grin on his face.

Funny thing is it was meant to humorously illustrate how absurd our society has become…but all that stuff is the norm and tame by today’s standards. What was a (somewhat) edgy hairdo in 1992 doesn’t even scratch the surface of the extreme self mutilation that is commonplace today (gauges, etc.) When my prepubescent eyes first saw the issue of Thrasher featuring Steve and Art Godoy covered head to toe with tattoos sometime in 1990..I had never seen anything like it. Now half the girls and guys I know look like that, and it’s rare that I’ll meet a girl who doesn’t have a plethora of tattoos and piercings. I still prefer the classically beautiful type…but I’ve learned to see into and through these illustrations to the person and their story where there is either beauty or there isn’t. I never like tattoos because I felt they ruined your versatility, your ability to adapt and shapeshift for a given situation. But now that nearly every type of person except the Amish have them I suppose even a CIA agent like Felix Leiter(Thunderball version) could have tattoos and not have to worry about his cover being blown.

One final note, I once saw Edward Furlong at a party at Aristotle Circa’s house in Los Feliz in the fall of 2000…. a classic party that Michael Runion and I rode our bikes to all the way from West Hollywood. I could barely keep up with him on my kids dirtbike, “the stunner” purchased from the (long gone?)Sears on Santa Monica and Western.

But enough about the bad old days. Tonight I shall go out, allergies be damned and enjoy springtime in Phoenix…my favorite time to be here.

April 9, 2010. Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , . Uncategorized. Comments off.

“I am so dead they’re going to have to bury me twice “- Corey Haim

Corey Haim died, which was pretty sad. He was always my favorite of the two Coreys. In the fall of 1988, my mom took me and Robbie Haas to see “Who Framed Roger Rabbit” but for some reason it wasn’t playing so we ended up seeing “License to Drive” which would later serve as an unbeknownst premonition to my own future drivers test woes. I really wanted to be like Corey Haim when I was a kid, and he inspired many of my early ambitions. It’s weird to think that getting caught up in all the seriousness of art, music and show business, that what initially got me into all this stuff was just wanting to be like childhood icons I once idolized like Corey Haim, Christopher Pettiet and Jonathan Brandis…a trifecta of cool dudes I spent endless hours trying to look like in the mirror in the early to mid nineties.

All three of them are dead. Someone preserve Edward Furlong!

I even liked Corey Haim’s later teen movies when he was starting on the way down. I remember a humid summer evening in 1992 watching “Prayer of the Rollerboys” by myself on the third floor and thinking it was a cinematic masterpiece. I have not seen it since but would like to. I always wished for these guys to make a comeback, and when I lived in Los Angeles I used to daydream about writing indie scripts that would be vessels for people like Jonathan Brandis and Corey Haim to make stage big comebacks and win Academy Awards or like the Sundance Film Festival or something. Alas, it never happened.

There are so many classic Corey Haim scenes, but one that comes to mind is when he is singing “Aint got a Home” in the bathtub in “The Lost Boys”


I ain’t got no home
No place to roam
I ain’t got a home
No place to roam
I’m a lonely boy
I ain’t got a home

I ain’t got no sister
I ain’t got a brother
I ain’t got a father
Not even a mother
I’m a lonely boy
I ain’t got a home

Woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo

Well, I got a voice
And I love to sing
I can sing like a bird
And I can sing like a frog
I’m a lonely boy
I ain’t got a home

I ain’t got a girl
I ain’t got a son
I ain’t got no kin
I ain’t got no one
I’m a lonely frog
I ain’t got a home

March 12, 2010. Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , . Uncategorized. Comments off.

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