What this is is a tattered quickie video I made with a borrowed camcorder (thanks to Lyndon & Relena). I wanted t see if it would work. The camera. The song - Beat(ific) - Kerouac's re-defining phrase, is a new one. It is my take on all those amazing people I never knew who had such an influence on so many of us. Those sepia, blurred photos of all those guys in youth, working thru the horrors of the heart, of the planet as it hit them. How I would have liked to have been there, among them, lost, filled, alone, in love. Then again, where are those pockets of invention and rule breaking today? We all visit and know in our own world, groups of friends and artists with whom we collaborate in chaos and confusion. Famous or not. Near or far.
How wild. Those homos and bisexuals began what became the end of the phony 50's, the beginning of people and flower power, Women's, Sexiual and Gay Revolutions, voice of truth to voices of political deceit, etc etc. And all in the face of enormous pain and soul searching.
Ok. The view of me playing without seeing my hands on the piano is weird t say the least. Bouncing about as if jerking off instead of playing. Hell, kinda goes with the territory the song covers.
Give it a shot if in the mood.
Thinking of making burns of this and others down the road as free handouts at shows.
(NOTE: You'll most likely need QuickTime 7.0 or 7.2 in order to view these.)

Click on Ginsberg to view the clip.