I’ve had a few “Blade Runner” moments. Times Square at midnight in summer. Listening to Japanese radio while standing on a hotel balcony overlooking downtown Honolulu. Walking from building to building across interconnecting enclosed pedestrian bridges in Hong Kong. The marvel of the Las Vegas strip.
In those moments, I felt like I was looking into the future. But it was the present. And the reality is those experiences are now part of my past.
The cliche is true. The future is now.
A passable movie is one where you sit in the theater and say to yourself, “This is going to happen now,” and it happens. I’d say “Arrival” was the last great movie I saw, and that came out almost a year ago.
How great would life be with narration?
A widower raises a daughter.
I watched this and remembered that 40 years ago, when I was in the South doing the journalism thing, I interviewed the Starland Vocal Band. “Afternoon Delight” was a big hit, and the band had yet to get their short-lived TV variety show.
I interviewed Bill and Taffy Danoff (whose names I just had to look up) but the two other members were off getting food between shows and didn’t seem very interested in being interviewed, anyway.
So I wrote a nice little feature, and a few weeks later, Taffy sent me a thank you letter and all of the albums they had released. I still have the albums somewhere in my pile of vinyl. I might have the letter somewhere, too. But that was literally 40 years ago.
How is that possible?
Here’s something I should have known when I wrote my story. Bill and Taffy already had a super-mega hit record. They wrote “Country Roads” with John Denver in 1971. I didn’t know that until just now. That’s why you’re supposed to do research before you write a story.
And through the weirdness of the cosmos, we all lived in D.C. at the same time.