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| From | beeman <beeman@istar.ca> |
| Subject | Stonesmania hits Vancouver |
| Date | Thu, 19 Jun 2003 22:48:56 -0700 |
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Holy S**t department: Once a month the Celluloid Social Club, a drop in
once monthly event for film aficianados and those in "the biz," and
commoners such as myself, takes place at the Anza Club(australia-new
zealand society -- now when those two can drink in harmony ya know
Canada is a truly special place). Drop in fee is a fiver. There's
usually a indie film and discussion. Well, next weds the guest is ANDREW
LOOG OLDHAM and the indie film is CHARLIE IS MY DARLING the rare Stones
documentary. Yow & Gah. It's not to late to jump on a train, guys. See
you there.
I went online to find more info about the documentary and found Oldham
mentioned twice in the following writing by our pal Gary Pig Gold (who
truly must think I'm stalking him <grin>)
Wonder why never released?
regards, Judith
TEN REASONS WHY THE ROLLING STONES WERE THE WORLD'S GREATEST ROCK AND
ROLL BAND
2. ANDREW LOOG OLDHAM
Take equal parts Col. Parker and Phil Spector, mix with a liberal
helping of Laurence Harvey (cf: "Expresso Bongo"), garnish with a dash
of Anthony Burgess, and you have the wonderlad who transformed himself
from failed pop crooner Sandy Beach to frustrated Brian Epstein gofer to
chart-topping svengali of the world-famous anti-Beatles .....all within
a mere eighteen months. Needless to say The Rolling Stones, not to
mention Malcolm McLaren, would not - in fact, could not have ever risen
to successfully battle the rock wars without the skilled example of
Andrew Loog.
7. "CHARLIE IS MY DARLING"
Forget "A Hard Day's Night," "Eat The Document" and even "Gimme
Shelter": for a true docu-style glimpse of those once-swinging Sixties,
"Charlie Is My Darling," produced, of course, by Andrew Oldham, boldly
treads where no Arriflex had been before (ie: into an Irish hotel
ballroom circa 3 A.M., where them shit-faced Glimmer Twits butcher
"Return To Sender" whilst sliding tumblers full of champagne back and
forth across a grand piano top). Also watch the band being savagely
attacked on stage, and hear Brian describe what "surrealism" means to
him. Hmmm... I wonder why this has still never been screened in America?
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