TMT: One last time together
This is the next entry in a Theatre… a Movie… and a Time, a series that was begun here. No one is more surprised any worthy memories left to download than…
TMT: “…with quiet dignity and grace.”
This is the next entry in a Theatre… a Movie… and a Time, a series that was begun here. Though this motion picture is in-between milestone anniversaries (those…
TMT: “Help me get my feet back on the ground”
This is the next entry in a Theatre… a Movie… and a Time, a series that was begun here. The following was inspired by attending last weekend’s screening…
TMT: “Now that was really close!”
This is the next entry in a Theatre… a Movie… and a Time, a series that was begun here. We’re well into 2016, which is astonishing given how quickly…
TMT: Orienting the Egyptian
This is the next entry in a Theatre… a Movie… and a Time, a series that was begun here. As usual, it’s the online interactions of…
TMT: “Grow up, grow up, grow up!”
This is the next entry in a Theatre… a Movie… and a Time, a series that was begun here. Once more, it all comes back to timing. In…
TMT: Purely Accidental
This is the next entry in a Theatre… a Movie… and a Time, a series that was begun here. With our next duo post kicking in on the last day…
TMT: “My divorce! When do I get my divorce!”
This is the next entry in a Theatre… a Movie… and a Time, a series that was begun here. For this recollection of my wayward youth, care of the…
TMT: “The Wrath of…Who?”
This is the next entry in a Theatre… a Movie… and a Time, a series begun right here. As mentioned before, at one time I had a list of movies…
Union Station at 75: Still in the Hearts of L.A. & the Movies
New York City’s Penn Station may be larger, certainly busier, and Chicago’s version the midway hub for rail traffic spreading out to all parts of the U.S.,…
TMT: Sneaking In When You’re Out
This is the next entry in a Theatre… a Movie… and a Time, a series that was begun here. For this memory download1, I finally follow-up on something…
TMT: “Hey, Ridley, ya got any Beeman’s?”
This is the next entry in a Theatre… a Movie… and a Time, a series that was begun here. Being that my duo post partner Rachel and I…
TMT: “You’ll shoot your eye out!”
This is the next entry in a Theatre… a Movie… and a Time, a series that was begun here. As they say, “Tis the season.” My colleague Morgan…
Reprise » Friday Forgotten Song: Bobby Fuller Four’s Let Her Dance
I thought I’d end the holiday week with a forgotten song post for the last Friday in November. Since I mentioned it on Thanksgiving Day, I’ll…
Book & Audiobook Review: Suspect by Robert Crais
“The man’s breathing grew shallow and steady, his heartbeat slowed, and when the surge of his pulse grew no slower, Maggie knew he was sleeping. She…
TMT: Season of the…
This is the next entry in a Theatre… a Movie… and a Time, a series that was begun here. The sole reason this memory popped into my head…
Reprise: Friday Forgotten Song: Marty Robbins’ El Paso
I know why I think of this old song. Usually, the month of March does it to me. Since 1978, it is the month when I…
Friday Song: Different Drum
Written by: Mike Nesmith Acoustic Guitars: Bernie Leadon, Kenny Edwards, Al Viola Harpsichord: Don Randi Bass: Lyle Ritz Drums: Jim Gordon Concert Master: Sid Sharp Produced…
Reprise – Tales from the (Movie) Theater: Outro
As well, access to other portions of the theater’s roof framework were available via adjoined ladders at various points along the top of the building — including the central section over the audience hall and all the way back to high point of the rear structure. You can see the lone, naked ladder in the photo that climbs up to that highpoint location, here. It provided one of the highest viewing whereabouts in the city of Huntington Park.
Tales from the (Movie) Theater: Journey’s End (Part 11)
Being a senior projectionist, at age 22 for the first half of 1977, no less, at the independent Huntington Park Warner Theatre (a place I had come to regularly since I was a kid), was a one-of-a-kind experience. I went from someone who knew next to nothing about the trade to someone who could at the very least get a movie projected — by hook or by crook.
It Rains... You Get Wet 