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mark Walberg and matt Damon
Category: ENTERTAINMENT
CLASSIC, FOREIGN, INDEPENDENT AND DOCUMENTARY FILMS
LEAPING OVER YOURSELF TO ENTERTAIN SOMEONE ELSE
THEATRE
JAZZ MODERN AND POP DANCE
MUSIC – SWING, SALSA, FRENCH, WORLD, JAZZ, BLUE NOTE
PAIN OR PLEASANTRY- SHOVELING SNOW IN SANTA FE
WRITING BY HAND at my tiny Eurasian desk facing the window to the west; framed by time and familiarity into the branches of JD’s pine tree, today ward-robed in bacon colored leaves. The black silky toned crows are still basking like prowesses on the branches, and waiting for the crumbs that fall out of the garbage cans at the hotel across the street. My bird family has already eaten through a full day’s feeding, and is fleecing each other to first place at the table. The silky drape of the winter sky sometimes adorned with lacy clouds is blue as sea and has shaken the clouds all night. N
O SNOW. I am selfishly opposed to snow because I don’t happen to get snow shoveling without gut-wrenching lower back pain. How do you shovel snow?
I’m wearing one cotton camisole, one shapeless thermo turtle neck, a down vest, and when I go outside I wear a down jacket. I’m so bundled up it feels like my limbs are bound in masking tape. My teeth look whiter and my hair is flat instead of frizzy. Snow changes everything. From my desk, I write, without thoughts predefined, just a drain of emotional threads from my heart, listening to Zap Mama as she takes me to the wild, naked, warm region of Africa.
This year isn’t like last year. The absentee man, fussing with the fireplace, making me afternoon espresso, kissing me when I cook, hugging me when I pull a folly, has excused himself from my adventures in livingess. It is not at all like last year. Long time friend Rudy is in San Diego and so I am not interpreting the division of attention, between two men laughing at the kitchen table, and eating my blueberry pancakes, as they did last year.
I had the song of Judy Garland’s rainbow in my heart. It was a time I will never forget, or regret, because I was satisfied for several years. Unabridged ecstasy poured out of body, and spread over my attitude, abundant spirit, mood, facial expressions, and my dreams were filled with amusement instead of nightmares. I wander into unfamiliar snowy woods unsteady, juxtaposed between, acceptance and self anger for being so so… whatever it is that I pump into myself. If I was judged by my adventures and not my accomplishments I would be a contender.
Growing up with gangsters teaches you to live with risk, to invite challenge, and not complain if you loose. It’s wrong but it’s right. Nothing is worthless; not one moment should be wasted because there is always that window of escape. Our minds are there to take us away. I’m escaping now, Zap Mama Pandora station on the headset, and writing. This is taking the moment out of frustration and into pleasantry.
My steps inward reply with emotional break-troughs, mundane tasks accomplished, solo ventures, match.com dates (another story) and a comedic sideshow as I wrestle with sealed boxes, make repairs, and toggle in my patent leather too stylish boots to actually be called snow shoes. In these moments, I assure myself that evolving is never ending, and we do not ever know what to expect from ourselves. If I write down the pleasantries surrounding my life, the blessings rise up and give me a softened comfort. The sweet peace may vanish the next day, or be intercepted by the news, a wreck in the street, an unexpected phone call. The crossroads of everyday life comes and goes. Between all of these uncontrollable incidents we are writing stories that some day will be told in conversation, or written in journals and books. The essence of our changing lives is universal. Why am I doing this now, why am I feeling this now? Etc.
Remember your pleasantries, and bring them closer. A few of my snow cold freezing feet remedies: Kneipps Herbal Lavender Bath: Do not apply to the face!
Ralph Lauren Candles: I paid too much, but the scent is like having a man around the house.
Homeland. Sunday nights Showtime. Clare Danes has replaced my empty strong female lead on television. I mean, this is one to Watch! ( season ended. Vegas on Tuesday’s is the other one to watch)
My friend Loren visits three times a week at least: Snow means, silence, and hermitizing, so I can’t wait to open the door to Luxury Limo Loren, and make him brunch. We harmonize for hours; on tones of fretful fear, wicked secrets, sex, laughter, Santa Fe, immigration, buy American, and the crust of survival that is stale and must be reheated.
Treats: Snicker bars, Vodka and snacks that I can nibble on while indoors more than I’d like to be.
Bar Bells: For those combative moments on hold with Comcast, SWA or Verizon.
Books: Time for Virginia Wolf and Jack London.
Movies- Zorba the Greek, Auntie Mame, U-Turn, Breakfast at Tiffany’s, and Once Upon a Time in America.
I AM PACKED FOR THE BEACH, JUST IN CASE.
JOCKS WEAR NIKES TOO
ENTERTAINMENT WEEKLY
- http://www.ew.com
- Ben Affleck wins Directors Guild Award
- ‘House of Cards’: Netflix has two aces
- Jennifer Lawrence sets talk-show bar high
- ‘Warm Bodies’ is No. 1 on Friday: $8.7M
- ‘Survivor’: Two who said ‘No’ to ‘Caramoan’
- Frank Ocean: No charges vs. Chris Brown
- ‘HIMYM’: Kyle MacLachlan to return
- ‘Do No Harm’ premieres with ratings thud
- ‘One Life to Live,’ ‘GH’ to share actors?
- Amy Poehler: I wish I’d pitched this!
- ‘Hunger Games’: Nominated for…nothing?!
- Music on TV: What’s THAT song?
- 16 movie stars’ moves in TV
- 23 guys who rage past age 50
- ‘HIMYM’ to end after season 9
I didn’t subscribe to this weekly trade rag, and I’m not in the entertainment business. Still they pile up on the island counter in the kitchen, because it’s what’s happening baby. So I opened one last night. My younger than I look paradigm dissolved, as I viewed musicians, celebrities, TV, film/ trends that were as unfamiliar to me as I would be to them. Should I develop an interest in what they are pitching? I kept reading about bands I never heard of,
books, new killer thriller suspense series that will make my blood curdle, single women who make love to themselves, murderers to fall in love with, and ten pages on the OSCARS.
I’m grateful for those artists of mercy that I have been turned on to in my life. Those are the ones I’ll cherish. That first Stones concert, first performance artist, exhibits at Mass Moca, an Afro-Cuban dance performance, Baryshnikov, Miles Davis, Cab Calloway, Tito Puente, the movie Women In Love, and Thirty Something.
WHAT DO YOU GUYS KNOW ABOUT THE MOB
Dead Don’s, shopkeepers, policeman, government employees, drivers, wives, and sons are slaughtered every week. You won’t know unless you study it, like I do. They are in Calgary, Montreal, Sicily, Rome, the UK, Russia, India, Asia, Macao, …. You have no idea how different organized crime is compared to the founders. Read about Arnold Rothstein, and ask people who knew Benny, what kind of man he was.
SWIMMING WITH GANGSTERS-VEGAS 1960s
PART THREE
THE CROWD TWITCHED IN ANTICIPATION, except for overly sensitive children, (OSC) without a prescription. My heart beat like a wild Pinto running from the rope as the doors to the Copa Room closed, and the lights dimmed. Streams of Parliament and Marlboro smoke desensitized the spring scent of Shalimar, Aramis cologne, and steaks grilling close by. The horizon of necks seen from the stage must have looked like a display at Tiffany’s.
We were in the front row of tables, two steps from the stage, so I had to raise my head vertically to see Ella.
I sat transfixed by this sensory tsunami at a table with a group of Uncles; Uncle Joey, (Joey Adonis, or Joey Fusco, or Joey whomever) Nick the Greek, Chuckie Del Monico (son of Charlie the Blade. I still squint when I read about him) and Uncle Charlie, (The Babe Baron) who enlisted or service in WW11 in Canada because the United State denied his application due an arrest record. Charlie was a stiff suited Four Star General under the hand of *General Curtis LeMay when he wasn’t managing the Riviera. Someone put that in “Vegas” the new television series.
The men and women composed a landscape of histories, though their costume like wardrobes were similar, except for the gangsters, who dressed according to Johnny Roselli standards. The women wore spaghetti strap cocktail dresses and strapless full length gowns, like a spring bouquet of color, transparency, and glitter. They, (I mean most of them that I met) were in a state of unconsciousness; shifting from cocktails, sun, lovemaking, gambling, and entertainment. Mad Women in the desert enjoyed their decorations of diamonds, fox fur wraps, and pointy spiked patent leather heels. Cocktail trays flew by in succession, because their husbands were not watching them. What was all the fuss about?
I could feel their panting exuberance before we even walked in the Copa Room. I felt it when we walked through the lobby, and everyone scampered before they knew where they were headed. It looked like an off stage performance; jittery anticipatory gestures that made any girl even without OSC dizzy. I was inside this swirl of liberation from the age of six to about twelve. We went to Vegas three or four times a year that I can recall. It was before I started my journal so the memories are part substance and part reflection. TO BE CONTINUED
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DON’T YOU DARE TAKE CHRISTMAS AWAY.
What is this nonsense? Am I really listening to a national complaint against,
Christmas? Who needs a job? Whoever you are that started this, dig yourself a hole in the ground and meditate for a month.
I’m half Jewish, half Catholic-all I know about my mother’s religion is the holidays. They remind me of her, and how the two weeks transformed our home, because she happy, really looking forward to seeing her mom, and sisters, and nieces and nephews….
Whoever you are, watch Hallmark television. We are saps for comfort.
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• The house is sandwiched between two outdoor living porches, one with BBQ overlooking the private garden. Daydream and smell the lavender.
• The garage is a renovated theater.. An overhead projector allows you to show DVD’s, plus turntable and 6 track CD player to create your own multimedia performance. Heated and furnished.
• The house is all hardwood floors, with French doors in the main living area connecting to the front porch.
• The kitchen is accessible to the porch and BBQ for dining Al fresco.
• There are FOUR unique private bedrooms and two baths.
• Two porches: One in front with garden of roses, and back yard garden is lush with herbs, pear and apple tree, roses, lavender, cherry blossom, and a string of lights for a really romantic night.
GALLERY LOULOU IS A PHOTOGRAPHY GALLERY AND HOME. OUR ICONIC ROCK & ROLL PHOTOGRAPHS BY JIM MARSHALL, BARON WOLMAN AND PHILIP TOWNSEND ARE FEATURTED THROUGHOUT THE HOME, AND ARE OFFERED TO GUESTS AT A DISCOUNT OF 15%.
We are two blocks from Canyon Road, which leads to art galleries, restaurants, and HIKERS AND BIKERS wilderness, Santa Fe Ski Valley and the Sangre de Christo Mountains.
Turkish Linens + Coverlets.
Three Queen Perfect Sleepers, one King Perfect Sleeper.
It’s fanciful, but unpretentious.
Writing Desk
Two televisions upstairs. Flat screen 52”
Indoor and outdoor music system.
Pantry.
Washer Dryer in basement.
Large eat-in, two sink, and island kitchen with pantry.
Jacuzzi Tub
Three outdoor dining areas.
Wi-Fi- purified water, and wood burning fireplace.
YOU’LL LOVE IT.
CINEMA FAVORITES
MOVIES I LOVED
SON OF NO ONE
DETACHMENT
THE LEGEND OF LYLAH MARS
OLD MAN & THE SEA
DUST AT MY HEELS
WAGES OF FEAR
GLORIOUS 39
GANGSTER
THE TUNNEL
THE WHOLE WIDE WORLD
ANYTHING WITH YVES MONTAND
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THEN… THE PHONE RANG
All photos: Waldemar Kalinowski
David Manzanares on the set of Sweetwater: Noah and Logan Miller.
The first time I met David Manzanares was when I rented my home to the Brothers film crew. He eased me through the process, which was a big deal that cold winter when I was living alone. I had Sam Shepard, Jake Gyllenhall, Toby McGuire and Natalie Portman all in the house.
I’m not sitting in a hotel lobby or a restaurant scribbling notes about the clothes my interview subject is wearing or how he acts in a natural setting because the interview wasn’t planned. It just happened one morning in August, while I was having coffee and watching the wild birds on the back porch, when the phone rang.
“Hello.”
“LouLou, its David Manzanares.”
“David! How are you?”
“I’m doing great….yea, very busy.” David’s sleepy slow tone beckoned the beginning of an effortless conversation.
“How’bout you?”
He listened attentively, only interjecting the flip side of my struggles to interweave what course his life had taken.
“I’ve not seen you since the Brothers shooting.” I said.
“What was that? Two years ago?”
“Yea, time is racing, but I love every minute. I wake up and look out the window, and thank God for my good fortune… the happiness.”
“I think of you as one of the most fulfilled men in Santa Fe.”
He chuckled, “That’s what everyone thinks.”
“It’s true isn’t it?” I shot back.
“I’ve been to hell and back.”
“You?”
“Oh yea. But very few know. It was a year ago.”
“Afterwards, everything became clearer; how to live in both worlds with my family and a film career.”
While I wandered from the kitchen to the back porch, David confided in me. I listened to the private life of a notoriously loved and admired local boy who climbed the tricky trail to Hollywood. David began a career in music in 1997 at the Santa Fe Bandstand playing his new Latin music on his guitar. In 2006 he hit the Billboard in the Latin Genre and went on to producing music for television and film. His song “Rocky Mountain Man” was in the film Brothers. David supplemented his music with a job as a location scout, a natural for a boy raised in Abiquiu. He walked the line of family tradition and modernism during his teens.
“What are you doing now?”
“Which day? I go to Abiquiu Tuesday, no Wednesday, then to scout some locations, then the following week I start shooting.”
“David, are you happy?”
“Yes, very very happy. I mean that I love what I’m doing, and everyday I wake up excited. You’ll get there with your passion for life.”
“David, would you be interested in … maybe a print interview?”
“About what?”
“You silly.”
A few days later I wrote up my questions, and sent them to him. He assured me he would make time, between studying his lines for the highly anticipated Miller Brothers Film, Sweetwater, and scouting a location for a reality show.
THE INTERVIEW
Q: “How does it feel being inside the desired creative environment of film and acting?”
A: “It has been, and continues to be an incredible journey. Sometimes it’s surreal. I read a script – jump into locations or acting and voila – months later it’s on the big screen. It’s very rewarding to be a part of a creative, collaborative effort.”
Q:“Has it changed you?”
A:Yes, it has given me the gift of doing something I truly love. I have always lived a creative life, whether it’s writing or performing music; acting or even reading a script and bringing a creative touch to the locations. I guess it’s changed me in my appreciation for things and it has opened up new and exciting opportunities.
Q: “What have been the life lessons from your work that you’ve used in your own life?”
A:Ah, the life of living on the hot seat. I have acquired the ability to go with the flow and be ready to shift in a moment’s notice. There is no prediction. It changes in a heartbeat. It’s taught me humility, patience and most importantly, appreciation. Both music and production are a constantly changing life force. I find myself grounded by my family. They are my anchor. My ship tends to sail all over the ocean and my family is a safe harbor from where I draw strength and support.
Q:What do you want our readers to know about Santa Fe, that they may not know?
A:Santa Fe is a multi-cultural, very accepting and unique place. It truly is the City Different on so many levels. There are people and places that constantly add to the texture of Santa Fe and to my life, personally. It’s great to see your city through the eyes of the world, the very creative world, and that’s a gift in itself.
Q:Who in the film business inspires you?
A:That’s a tough question. From an actor’s standpoint, I would say Alan Rickman. He truly is a most inspiring actor. I watched him portray a terrorist in Die Hard to Professor Snape in Harry Potter to the Colonel in Sense & Sensibility. Talk about range. He is one of the most outstanding, subtle and profound actors in the industry.
Q: What is it like to be on a team of accomplished creative people?
A” The past 25 years, I have worked with the most accomplished, directors, producers and actors. I get to work with the best crews, the best people in the best state. Each project brings a new inspiration, perspective and creativity. Right now, the project I’m working on is “Sweetwater” with the Miller brothers – Noah & Logan. Wow – their energy and creativity is awesome. I am always inspired – musically – creatively by all the departments from the Production Designer to Locations to Hair & Make Up & Wardrobe and everyone else. It is such a team effort to bring any project to the big screen. It’s awe-inspiring!
I work in Locations and that alone is one of the most creative departments. I get a script or storyboard and have to match the scenes with locations in New Mexico. Talk about challenging. Sometimes the story line calls for a specific location and I get to interpret it and create it. I have been with Ghost Ranch as their production manager since 1988. The light alone can create something amazing.
Some days I feel like the most fortunate woman in the world to live in Santa Fe. Today is one of them. From my porch I can see a bubblegum pink sunset, filtering through the trees, and the leaves are warming up like dancers in a soft breeze. I’m playing the dreamy music of Madeleine Peyroux when I notice my friend Pauline from La Posada Resort across the street. “Missy, you’re playing one of my favorites.” I wave back and sink further into the bliss of this quirky, dawdling little village of inspiriting locals.
ADVENTURERS IN LIVINGNESS 