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'Frieze'

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'Victory Song'

This is my friend Brian Vouglas. Years ago he lent his mellifluous singing and vocal talent to a Robert Martin film project which is now about to be screened. This is the song from that feature. Enjoy the forties flavored tune composed by Michael Lande. Lyrics by Robert Martin. Portrait shot of Brian Vouglas by me.

Sunday, August 23, 1964

From the San Francisco Chronicle and the San Francisco Examiner

Sunday, August 23rd, 1964 10:40am PDT


As best I recall, I was in the kitchen that morning with my mom and dad. As she was hovering over the stove, he and I were watching television. I remember the televised Sunday morning segment was about epilepsy and the incidental things that can trigger an attack or fit, such as the strobing lights of an emergency vehicle.


Suddenly, over the black and white footage and sounds of fire equipment rushing to the scene of a fire, my eldest sister Yvette came running up the hallway yelling, "Smoke! Smoke! Smoke!" She was in no way playing off the program.


She pointed to the kitchen window facing the rear of our property and in the direction of roofing company next door. This was the second fire to erupt next to our house in two weeks!


What my mom viewed when she went to look out the window I never saw, as the shade was drawn. I only remember her expression of alarm and her reflexive life and death determination to get us all to immediate safety.


I barely had time to dress while Yvette summoned the fire department. I called out for my two possessions, but only one of them left the house with me: a stuffed toy tiger.


We escaped unharmed into the street, Potrero Avenue to be exact, directly across from the
then emergency ward of the San Francisco General Hospital. There were six of us who were forced out that day: my parents, my eldest sister Yvette, my twin sister Georgene, and my uncle.My sister Angie, the seventh member of the Sanchez family was staying the month in San Jose with our aunt and uncle.


By now, the Crystal Springs Roofing Company was totally involved, with the flames cresting the side of our three story house.


Then came the fire engines, the crowds, and the press.


The photographer for the San Francisco Chronicle was the first from the press corps to arrive on the scene and quickly sussed out the residents of 988 Potrero Avenue. Of course my stuffed tiger was one of those story angles newspeople just love to cover. It's a natural, y'know, human interest an' all!


Unfortunately for the Chronicle, by the time their staff reporter showed up at the scene, my friend Carlos Sanchez had joined us. When the photographer pointed the reporter in our direction the latter came straight up to Carlos and me and asked,


"Is your name Sanchez?"
Carlos answered, "Yes. Carlos."
"'Sanchos'," noted the reporter, "What's your father's name?"
"Joseph."
"Then who's Manuel?" (Manuel was my dad's first name.)
"My kid brother. He's six," disclosed Carlos in all truthfulness.


And the errors just kept mounting with the reporter scribbling away.


Well, thankfully, the the San Francisco Examiner got our names right, although it still manage to exaggerate our plight (for color I suppose). We weren't made homeless. Our family lived in that house another thirty four years.


Enter Aunt Toy.


What a shock it must have been for her, coming straight from Los Angeles that morning, to find upon her approach, a terrible sight: a roiling column of smoke was now designating our home's location on the cityscape as the exterior of our residence was slowly being engulfed.


Yet worse than the fire for me, was my being smothered by Tia Toy's demonstrative hugs!


I could go on about a possible arson angle (remember this was the second fire in a forte night to hit our building). At the time, someone was pushing to buy up four properties (two residences and two businesses). The two residences were the hold outs, and both were homes were damaged.


Or I could focus on the firefight, which was also very urgent. For not only did they have the roofing company to contend with on the one side of our house, but a gas station on the other with its used motor oil pit and underground gas tanks. A "blevy" (Boiling Liquid Expanding Vapor Explosion) directly across from the San Francisco General Hospital is all the fire units would need!


Well, the crews did a valiant job.The fire was stopped short of the gas station - just barely. And as bad as it looked, our house was actually spared total destruction. The roofing company, with a history of suspicious fires, was not. It was completely gutted.


Respectively, the story made page 4 and page 6 of the Monday, August 24th, 1964 edition of the Chronicle and the Examiner.


Now, if your wondering what I may be thinking in the Chronicle photograph as I dearly hold onto my tiger Toni, (apart from our family losing our home) I am also thinking of my other "prized possession" that didn't get rescued by my sis, my little black toy ewe named "Lammie".


This is how I confabulate the day forty seven years ago today, and all I am relying upon is my tattered mental notes.

Jose Ramon Lerma (2011)

'Jose Ramon Lerma' by antaresrichard

This is a photograph of my friend and neighbor, artist Jose Ramon Lerma. Cropped from a three shot, it was taken at the Sidebar on Grand Avenue in Oakland. The date was April 26, 2011.

I've always enjoyed the outfit, expression, color scheme, and the lighting.

Castro vs. the Flying Saucer

Shooting the ceiling of the Castro Theatre (see July 15, 2011) did remind of this interior image from 'Earth vs. the Flying Saucers' (1956). Just a side note: actor and vocal talent Paul Frees provides the voice for the saucer device pictured in the above image.

'The Day the Earth Stood Still' (Lux Radio Theater broadcast)

What's with the repeat post you ask? Simply put, this is the more complete Lux Radio Theater broadcast of the radio play posted below. References made in the program to 'How to Marry a Millionaire' and 'King of the Khyber Rifles' date this radiocast to December 1953 at its earliest. Enjoy! Airdate: 1-4-1954!

August Sturgeon Moonrise (2011)

Sturgeon moonrise over downtown San Francisco as viewed from Pacific Heights.
Photo by antaresrichard

Hollywood Radio Theater presents 'The Day the Earth Stood Still'

Color publicity still for 'The Day the Earth Stood Still' (1951)

Airdate: 3-26-1954: Actor Michael Rennie reprises his role as Klaatu for the radio listening audience. Jean Peters plays Helen Benson. Billy Gray is recognizable as the character of Bobby Benson. Of special delight: the narrator is none other than the "voice of fifties sci fi" himself: Paul Frees!
 

Castro Theatre

The ceiling of the Castro Theatre in San Francisco.
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Pilgrimage 2011

Escalator

A Little Twist of French

Karl's cameo & Brian's brio in Pussy Tourette's ‘FRENCH BITCH’

Cathedral Building, Oakland,CA (First Post)

The Cathedral Building as viewed from Cafe Van Kleef. Photo by antaresrichard

This is my very first blog entry. Therefore, all posts appearing before this item have been backdated.

James Dean, Pink Floyd, Cholame, and Steve (backdated)

    The above is a screen capture from a 1999  DVD copy entitled: 'James Dean, Pink Floyd, Cholame, and Steve' (which you can view below). Sadly, the original, higher quality DV was lost and so I apologize for the degraded resolution.

    The video marks the then forty fourth anniversary of actor James Dean's death and documents the road trip my brother-in-law, Steve Staley and I took on the occasion to Cholame, California to pay our respects.

    In the capture, my in-law, Steve, his head lowered to adjust his camera, is facing east down California State Route 46 (466 back in 1955). Immediately beyond is the James Dean Memorial Junction, with its turnoff to State Route 41 to the left,.  On that tragic day, Dean was traveling west on 466 when Cal Poly student, Donald Turnupseed, heading in the opposite direction, decided to execute a left turn onto 41. 

    Dean's doomed Porsche 550 Spyder, came to rest along the side of the road just past the end of the fence visible in the image.

    Of the two occupants in the Spyder, only Rolf Wütherich survived. Turnupseed, in his Ford Tudor, escaped any serious injury.

    Getting back to the freeze frame, I particularly appreciate how the little pictorial elements make Steve look in my imagination like a person of the cloth reading prayers over the scene. Our mode of transportation to the crash site was Steve's new, white Chevrolet Corvette (C5).