Monthly Archives: February 2017

John Waters’ Multiple Maniacs Restoration

John Waters’ restored MULTIPLE MANIACS released in UK this week.  THE GUARDIAN interviews John and reveals a few new things.  

Ever the joyful fop, John Waters, in full regalia, offers a real Brit pose for the GUARDIAN.

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Old Movie Theaters

A collection of forgotten theaters
discovered in my travels

I passed through Cheyenne, Oklahoma to avoid the Interstate for a few hundred miles between Oklahoma City and Amarillo, TX.  Cheyenne is almost at the exact half-way point between the East and West Coasts.

It is also close to the Battle of Washita site where Gen. George Custer led his soldiers on a  murderous winter-night raid against a Cheyenne encampment of mostly peaceful, children and women, killing over 100.

The town is more than 100 miles from any city, about 65 miles from an Interstate Hwy, and has been shrinking for decades.  Now, nearly every store on the main street is abandoned.  Someone tried to renovate this beautiful deco movie theater, but stopped– probably several years ago.  Not much of a future for little Cheyenne, except for people who want to visit sites of America’s great massacres.

On Travel-Part 1; First Memories

A ‘truck farm’ on Maryland’s eastern shore. One of my first memories.

Travel has been a big part of me—well, forever.  I was born in Salisbury, Maryland, a moderate size town on the Eastern Shore, surrounded by  fields of tomatoes, corn strawberries, and squash—‘truck farm country.  We lived in a small comfortable  house on about an acre of land  on the edge of town that bordered pine woods stitched together by lazy creeks.  It was a 45 minute drive to the Atlantic ocean’s broad sandy beaches, which for many years were my favorite place in the world. These are my first memories, from about 3 years old.

It’s a short memory, because at 4 my father was transferred to the big city of Baltimore.  We traded our open spaces and agricultural setting for a brick row house with a tiny yard, and a hundred neighbors.  It was all new—we walked to a little shopping strip with a bowling alley, sandwich shop, hobby shop, small lunch counter, and a couple pharmacies with soda fountains and twirling comic book racks.  We were 100 yards from a main street where an electric streetcar glided and jerked you to downtown through a dozen different-looking neighborhoods to Baltimore’s giant skyscrapers, gilded age office buildings,  large, comfy department stores, and a mysterious downtown wharf.

Baltimore Inner Harbor c. 1955. An exciting contrast to Maryland’s Eastern Shore where I was born

At four, I learned that life in one spot would not be my world.  We returned regularly to the land of endless truck farms to visit family friends, driving for hours, even crossing the Chesapeake Bay on a new, suspension bridge that soared 200 feet over the water. It was a good contrast, leaving the row houses and shopping centers and electric streetcars behind.

My mother had two brothers, who lived with their families, just outside Washington DC, about an hour away.  We made many Sunday trips there.  I enjoyed staring out the window of the big Chevy 2-door sedan, mesmerized as the trees of the Baltimore-Washington Parkway whizzed by.   I still love looking out windows of moving planes, trains, and cars, for hours on end.

It made me dream of one day making trips all over the world on a motorcycle through the woods, ignoring roads, stopping when I wanted, and experiencing the thrill of the new and different.

About The Warehouse Cinema – An Art House Cinema

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