HANG UP Tagline

The other afternoon at a 8th Street bar I was drinking with several friends discussing the reasons for my movie script not having found a home.

“BET ON CRAZY has it all, a diamond heist, love, violence.”

“Yes, but that doesn’t says anything.” Jason came from Malibu. He had movie star friends. He had helped me with BET ON CRAZY. “When you pitch a script, you have to think on one line.”

“The tag line.” I knew the process.

“Yes, producers are besieged by countless ideas every minute of the day. You have to think of a better tagline.”

“Diamonds are forever and a crime takes a minute.”

“A little cliche.”

“A diamond belongs to one man until someone else takes it.”

“But it’s not telling the story.”
Jason typed out something on his cellphone and showed me the poster for a black exploitation film from the 70s.

HANG UP

His job was busting junkies.
His mistake was loving one.

“That’s what I’m talking about.”

Jason was right. Those two lines told it all.

“His job was selling diamonds. Stealing one was much easier. Getting away with it was the hard part.”

“Better, but that has nothing to do with your story.”

“And I’m sure that neither does the tagline for HANG UP.

“Work on it.” Jason ordered another vodka. I had a gin tonic. They brought out my mean streak. I left at the end of happy hour and kept my mouth shut on the train. No one wanted to hear mean.

She Got Me There – Six Degrees West

Here’s a great tune by Six Degrees West out of Kansas City.

My old friend Ray Santos is on drums.

To hear SHE GOT ME THERE by Six Degrees West, please go to the following URL

Meir Kahane Is Dead

This weekend I petitioned passers-by at the General Fowler Triangle in Fort Greene. Blacks were eager to sign. White people shook their head, when asked to sign a petition asking Congress and President Obama to support a ceasefire in Gaza. Hamas’ resumption of its missile attacks reminds too many New Yorkers of 9/11 and the dangers of Islamic fundamentalism. Their statements about Hamas using human shields and accusations of anti-Semitism came straight from the Western Media without any consideration for the injustice caused by the foundation of Israel.

Hamas is evil.

Israel is defending itself.

A Russian Jewish friend walked by the triangle.

“I can’t believe you’re supporting terrorists.”

“No, I’m supporting an end to the fighting.” I quoted Michael Jackson’s line from BEAT IT. “I don’t care who’s wrong or right. All I want is peace.”

“Meir Kahane said we can never be at peace with the Arabs.” Mike was a young man. We knew each other from 47th Street. He bought gold. I sold diamonds.

“Meir Kahane?” I hadn’t heard the name of the JDL’s assassinated leader in ages.

“Yes, Kahane argued against the two-state solution, since the Arabs could outbreed the Jews.”

“I recollect his saying that the Arabs should be forcibly deported from Biblical Israel.”

“It’s the only solution.”

“You mean like a Final Solution?” This adoption of the Nazi policy against the Palestinians was too ironic for my tastes.

“It’s us or them.”

“But not the two.”

“Never two.”

“I don’t think the USA will support that measure.”

“That’s naive. The Arabs don’t care what happens to the Palestinians and neither does the USA. Only Israelis care about them and the only way to end the war is to end Palestine.”

“A pogram?”

“They threw us out of North Africa by the hundreds of thousands.”

“After letting the Jew live amongst them for centuries.”

“Everything comes to an end. Good and bad.” Mike walked away toward Atlantic Terminal.

“Sie gesund.”

“Ed, the head of Brooklyn Peace Intiative came over to me and asked, “What was that about?”

“Meir Kahane.”

“Meir Kahane. He was a friend of Bob Dylan and he instructed Arlo Guthrie on the Torah.”

“He did?”

“Yes, but he’s dead since the 90s. He was shot at a hotel. Supposedly the first al-Qaada attack, but the killer wasn’t convicted of murder.”

“Why not?”

“CIA?” Ed shrugged and we returned to petitioning the pedestrians.

None of them were Meir Kahane. He was dead.

Only people on their way home or Frank’s Lounge or Mullane’s or Mo’s or la Habana.

Life was good in Brooklyn.

It wasn’t Gaza.

And The Old Is The New

Jonas Bendiksen, GEORGIA, Abkhazia, Sukhum, 2005

The Great Mosque of Mali.

LET’S GET TOGETHER

In a time of unending war there is only one path to freedom.

Get Together.

To hear this song by the Youngbloods, please go to the following URL

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Hbrn9eXEKWk

And while we’re at it

GET TOGETHER by the Youngbloods
PEACE TRAIN by Cat Stevens

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=d_X9eqYa6CQ

And not to mention IMAGINE by John Lennon.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yRhq-yO1KN8