A beach breeze with one of those Mexican beers with a lime on the top.
A beach breeze with one of those Mexican beers with a lime on the top.
I remember the day my family got cable tv. A Cablevision cable man in blue overalls came to the house to attach a cable box to our Zenith TV in the dinning room. My father was clearly excited as was I, since a couple my fellow 1st graders had recently gotten cable & If I recall, wouldn’t shut up about it. After installing a box with a red numbered display, the cable man handed my father this large and technologically advance brown remote. I wanted to hold that remote so badly, but knew my place in the pecking order and had to wait to fondle the buttons after my father was good and ready to pass it to me. On went the TV with its familiar hum & then on went the cable box with a ding. My father went straight to HBO, which was showing Fraggle Rock to my glee. The cable man waited with a little clearing of the throat as my father began to channel surf. Another cough and my father reached into his pocket with out letting go of the remote and handed the man five bucks. The cable man had to let himself out as my father was entranced with the TV. I pulled a chair from the dinning room table and awaited my turn to explore the seamlessly endless amount of channels.
My father came upon an image of an astronaut with a flag with an M & TV on it. The announcer saying “MTV music television all day all night in stereo”. That point forward it has become a blur of music videos with Martha Quinn to Matt Pinfield keeping me on the pulse of the music scene. My last memory of MTV was coming home after working a double shift as a waiter in the mid 90′s. Popping a can of beer & lighting a cigarette collapsing on the couch watching 120 minutes slowly fading into dreams about making music videos one day.
Here are some prime selects of music videos that have been burned into my memory from the days of Music televsion.
by Castillo
I have been accused of being biased before. What can I say? It’s true, I’m definitively biased when asked for an opinion on a Woody Allen’s movie. “Loved it!” I say every time, as soon as the EF Windsor Elongated font of the end credits appears on screen. I truly enjoy all of Allen’s forty and counting movies, but I’m willing to admit that among them I like some better than others. Some of them are undoubtably all-time favorites, most of them are really good movies, and very few others are just cute funny pictures I quickly forget about.
I don’t think Midnight in Paris will make it to the all-time favorites group, but it has already gained a spot as one of Allen’s really good movies. Owen Wilson does a great job playing the trademark neurotic character who, unsatisfied by his screenwriting career, starts writing a novel, dreams of settling down in Paris and wishes it was still 1920. He spends the day touring museums with his beautiful but incompatible fiance’ and her obnoxiously pedant pseudo-intellectual friends. But every night he departs from the group and strolls around mesmerizing Parisian alleys by himself, looking for inspiration. And every night, at midnight, a fashionable vintage car picks him up and drives him to wild parties where he magically hangs out with Hemingway, Stein, Picasso, Fitzgerald, Dali’, and many others – a refurbished and expanded version of Allen’s hysterical stand-up skit from the 60s. (check it out here!)
My cheeks got quite sore and my abs quickly ached, as I laughed my way through Allen’s funniest film since Deconstructing Harry. All the classic ingredients are thrown in the mix: art, music, love affairs, romantic rainfalls, and comedy. The dressings being great acting, beautiful photography and witty writing. Hungry for a good movie? Try the latest Allen’s. It goes well with champagne.
Fuma
When I heard that my main man Franck Onouviet was releasing a new film, I got so excited that I forgot to wear pants and went to work in my Winnie the Pooh underwear.
Produced and shot in Gabon on Canon HDSLRs, The Rhythm Of My Life is an experimental piece that combines fiction and documentary filmmaking to tell the story of Ismael Sankara, a Miami based rapper who travels to Africa and starts a prolific collaboration with two local beat-makers.
Directed by Franck Onouviet and Marc A. Tchicot, the film sets a new path for independent filmmaking in Africa and explores the creative chemistry flowing between talented artists that come from extremely different backgrounds and follow their dreams driven by the same passion, music.
Here is the teaser:
The Rhythm Of My Life – Ismael Sankara / TRAILER from ofa on Vimeo.
If you want to see the Outtakes and Freestyles from the film, check out and “Like” The Rhythm Of My Life Facebook page
Can’t wait to see the whole film. Good Luck, Franck!!
Fuma
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