Still more lazy thoughts from this one…

TMT: Greased is the More Like It

This is the next entry in a Theatre… a Movie… and a Time, a series that was begun here. I have to thank my blogging colleague Jeff over a Stuff Running ‘Round My Head for inviting me to take part in his splendid 95 Songs of Summer series. It was an honor to contribute. Today’s song entry on his site directly relates with this particular memory download.

“You can’t just walk out of a drive-in.”


The Hollywood Pacific Theatre:



June 17, 1978: the same year my mother passed away marked the beginning of an upheaval period in my life (as I partially noted in an earlier entry in this series). This manifested soon after when I became involved in a fleeting relationship with one woman, in particular; easily the most tumultuous I was ever to be part of. Life has a way of not meeting your expectations.

Mature by at least five years, even more in worldliness, than the 23 year-old she was dating at that time, my ‘girlfriend’ (who I met at work) also had two young sons. The oldest of which was just 15 years my junior, at least by my math (and like mine, his brother was less than two years younger than he). Great kids. In a way, I could relate to them pretty keenly. We shared the same situation: that of dads AWOL during a time they were most needed. If I was any kind of figure to them beyond just the-guy-dating-their-mother, I will never be sure.

Movies endured as refuge for me. My lady friend (a nightclub/party person) was not one who shared that. With permission, her boys joined me the opening weekend to see Grease. At that time, going to the heart of Hollywood Boulevard’s movie theater district still held sway, so we landed in the balcony of the grand Hollywood Pacific Theatre for a matinée showing. We were thrilled with the results — the movie and the experience of seeing it together. The lads even more so with the former. The pair, way more street-wise than I at a similar age, went back the very next day, completely on their own, and re-watched the film.

In fact, for the next few weekends, they’d periodically returned to catch what was their all-time favorite movie musical. At least, to that point. They saw it many times, and memorized every word to every song in Grease, that summer. As fortune would have it, by the autumn the lady and I were history. I think about them from time-to-time. Each re-screening of the film in the years since remains a joyful, shared memory of a Saturday afternoon movie. It haunts me still.

The entire TMT series can be found here. If you’re interested how it’s put together, click here.

5 Responses to “TMT: Greased is the More Like It”

  1. John DuMond

    I fist saw this one in a theater in Quebec City. It was dubbed into French, a language I was not fluent in. Thankfully, the music was left in its original form. As it turns out, John Travolta has a much deeper voice in French that he does in English. 😉


  2. ruth

    This is such a perfect date movie, I didn’t see it on the big screen but if I had grown up when this was released I’d think it’d be fun to see it w/ my hubby. The songs are pretty timeless aren’t they? Great post, Michael!


    • le0pard13

      It is a tremendously fun and entertaining film, alright. I can see it working well as a date movie. Thank you very much, Ruth.



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