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DECADES LISTS

GREATEST STUFF FROM EVERY DECADE

Here are some quick lists, not in any particular order of importance, of memorable and great stuff from every decade. These lists will have to do with the stuff that was important according to my age. In other words, PINK FLOYD, LED ZEPPELIN and TAXI DRIVER won't be in my 70's list, as I was too young to dig that stuff. These lists will grow in time... A work in progress...

1970'S

MR. ROGERS
ROMPER ROOM
STAR WARS
BATTLESTAR GALACTICA
SUPERMAN
THE WHITE SHADOW
THE BRADY BUNCH
GREASE
HAPPY DAYS
LAND OF THE LOST
LENNY & SQUIGGY
PLANET OF THE APES
THE MUPPET MOVIE

1980'S

THE EMPIRE STRIKES BACK

THE BREAKFAST CLUB

VAN HALEN (DAVID LEE ROTH)

RISKY BUSINESS

EDDIE MURPHY

OZZY OZBOURNE

RONALD REAGAN

SEAN PENN

TIME BANDITS

JOHN BELUSHI

DAN AYKROYD

JOHN LANDIS

SLY STALLONE

IRON MAIDEN

WALLY GEORGE

1990'S

NIRVANA

QUENTIN TARANTINO

AMERICA ONLINE

HOWARD STERN

FOO FIGHTERS

SMASHING PUMPKINS

TROLL 2

GOODFELLAS

TO THE POINT

I've come to

The point of my life

Where I'm rereading

The books I've read

Re-watching the movies

I've already seen

Rethinking thoughts

Out of reach

While dreaming the same

Old dreams

Whether I'm awake

Or asleep

REB BROWN BAD DREAM

Last night I had what I call a F***ed Dream, when everything goes wrong and everyone's against me. Took place on a street where there were a few small houses on an avenue, and everyone was partying. I was the most uptight person and all these people hated me. Reb Brown, a cult actor that I interviewed in real life, also hated me (and he's the coolest, nicest guy in real life but can play tough guys on screen). That hatred I took the most personally and everyone else hated me not only because of Reb but I just didn't fit in. It was an entire suburban block (yet rural) filled with the kind of older guys, teenagers, that grew up in the 70s realizing I wasn't cool like them, and putting me through hellish mental torture and misadventure and with Reb Brown, hating my guts, right along with them.

A DREAM AT A COLLEGE

Dream that my entire family hated me. I did something having to get my niece mad at me and she was crying on my voice mail. I was at a college and wanted to take classes, but since my family hated me I was wandering the campus trying to connect with someone, anyone, on my cell phone, carrying my backpack and an extra bag (like a carry-on) and went into the parking lot to find my car. Forgetting where I parked, I went into this little building in the middle of the lot where there are benches set up. Kind of like a bus station. As I entered... actually, as I re-entered after having been in there a little while to put my bags there... A couple thug students began to attack me. It was scary. Towards the end of the dream the tables turned and I got just desserts, but felt more nervous getting back at these guys for some reason. Meanwhile I was still hated by my family, none of whom I was able to connect with, stuck at this college, sort of a purgatory.

WHITE BALL IN TALL TREE

I'm reminded of perfect isolation each time I walk my dog out onto the park near my house and see, up in a tall, almost leafless tree, a white ball stuck for what seems like eternity...

READING ON THE FORK LIFT

My cousin was a hip guy, older than me and a child of the sixties and seventies, a fact he'd often rub in.

"I saw THE DOORS when I was 13," he'd always say, "and didn't even pay attention."

I was an 80's kid and was never sure if my cousin thought I was cool, but he saw me at work once, sitting on a fork lift reading this book by Hunter S. Thompson that, because of the politics and my current opinions therein, I probably couldn't finish today but back then, with a voracious appetite for counter-culture literature, I ate it up like a piranha does to rambling river cattle.  

And best yet, I was cool. At least while I was reading. 

WHERE I HID MY DRAGONS

Back in the day I dropped acid. Personally referred to as "Lenny on the Sidewalk with Dragons," I was fearless with the drug.

Only once did I have a "bad trip" when, while listening to THE DOORS ALIVE SHE CRIED on my record player, Ray Manzerek's pulsating Hammond organ on LIGHT MY FIRE went a little too fast for my brain to fathom.

I walked downstairs, force fed myself, returned to my bedroom and, lying on my bed I listened to an Eddie Murphy concert tape on my Walk Man to "come down" a bit. (Later I went downstairs and watched an Eddie Murphy film... possibly BEVERLY HILLS COP as he was my hero at that time.)

Anyhow, here's the album that, although it's the worst Ozzy Osbourne era Black Sabbath album, TECHNICAL ECSTASY is where I used to keep my tabs of Sidewalk Dragons in.

In which LP did you keep yours? 

NEW YORK EARTHQUAKE DREAM

A dream that I was in New York, in a high rise and me and some friends... not friends in real life but in the dream only... were about to have a party. My dog, who died a few years back, Chuy, was there and I was worried about her. I left her in the room and went downstairs to a big plush party, and as I went outside to use my cell phone, a giant earthquack erupted. I didn't feel the initial jolt. A pretty girl told me it was happening and then we walked down the city street and I was protecting her, making sure we weren't underneath anything. On all sides of us, parts of bridges were falling and people, unseen, were dying. Then I worried about Chuy, my dog. This is a strange aspect because Chuy died two years ago and when she was alive I used to have reoccuring dreams about her disapearing, usually towards the end of the dream which would cause stress for me to wake up. I didn't wake up. Instead I went upstairs. Jane Fonda was in my hotel room with some guy, a convict of some sort, really scary type, gruff and honest. He was threatning to ruin the bar that had china plates and expensive glasses. I told the guy, "Don't ruin my stuff. Ask Jane about things that cost a lot of money." I was referring to her wealth; the wealth she had even before she earned her own money (from her dad Henry). Jane came in from the kitchen and joined in on breaking my dishes. I took out my cell phone, went downstairs and then outside, and tried calling the police. I told them that Jane Fonda, the actress, was ruining my plates, and even told them "This may sound completely ridiculous, but..." Oh and somewhere in the middle of the dream there was a questionaire-poll thing I was supposed to fill out in order to win money, with actors names and it was really hard writing and completing these forms... kind of like when your feet won't move when trying to run away.

THE JERKS 91

THE JERKS 91

Etched in stone, THE JERKS 91...

This is outside the Cypress (California) Municipal Center... The sidewalk in-between the baseball field and the street...

THE JERKS, whoever they are, or were, made their mark in 1991... and forever...

All hail THE JERKS!