Backseat Eternally: Time
Chubby, Loose, and Kind of Nuts: Lyzyrd Skyzyrd
Right before a rousing, heckle-strewn viewing of Cassavetes's's Shadows, the Colin Farrell Cinema Appreciation Society was treated to the video for "Rapture Riders," Go Home Productions's unsettling mash-up of Blondie's "Rapture" and The Doors's (damn, a lot of s-word plurals today!) "Riders on the Storm."
00:28 Oh no
00:59 Ha ha
01:40 Oh no, ha, that tickles!
02:18 Didn't Lester Bangs write somewhere that a man's appreciation for Debbie Harry comes from a deep, impossible desire to murder her?
04:49 Ha - no, please
Well, since it's obvious that nothing is sacred/anything goes/time and context are meaningless vacuums i.e. I won't waste my energy deconstructing anything; instead, I thought I'd just, you know, reconstruct the studio time Deborah Harry and Jim Morrison would've spent together through the beautiful words they've left behind over the years.
D: “I saw you on the corner…”
J: “Hello, I love you.”
D: “Once I had a love and it was divine.”
J: “Can you find me soft asylum / I can't make it anymore.”
J: “Let me sleep all night in your soul kitchen / Warm my mind near your gentle stove”
D: “Oh, no.”
J: “Please believe me / The river told me / Very softly / Want you to hold me, ooo.”
J: “Tell you 'bout the world that we'll invent / Wanton world without lament.”
D: “Dreaming is free.”
J: “Let me slide in your tender sunken sea.”
D: “The tide is high.”
J: “Blood in the streets runs a river of sadness / Blood in the streets it's up to my thigh.”
D: “Just go away”
J: “Touch me, babe.”
D: “I’m always touched by your presence, dear.”
J: “Get on out there on your hands and knees, baby / Crawl all over me.”
D: “Too dull, your senses.”
J: “I’m a back door man.”
D: “It's 11:59, and I want to stay alive.”
J: “No one here gets out alive, now / You get yours, baby / I'll get mine.”
J: “Ride the snake.”
J: “It will be / An easy ride, yeah”
J: “Ride, c’mon.”
J: “Riders on the storm.”