The chain of pain continues—and ends at a meeting of the weirdnesses.
First, you may recall, I invoked the dark side of pop music with references to an O’Sullivan and a Jacks. Then, BdbdbdbdbdbdBuck brings in a melancholic ONJ reference. Then Mr. Johnny Trinity invokes Ms. Manilow.
And yesterday was the 100th Anniversary of the Great San Francisco Earthquake.
Which got me thinking about the City’s history, which got paired with Barry [Wo]manilow (as we used to call him) and I remembered the movie Foul Play, which was set in San Francisco in 1978 or so, and whose main theme song is my second-favorite Barry Manilow song, “Ready to Take a Chance Again”, which is an entirely apropos sentiment for me these days.
And? It just happened to be on comcast cable’s “On Demand” section, so I watched it immediately last night.
You know, I love this town. As if I didn’t already have the best parents in the world, not to mention the embarrassment of riches in all those who’ve been there for me through the years, San Francisco is something of the Mother of All of Us who know this is the only place to live.
Oh, and for the record? I’m a Jeanette, definitely not a Tony. I may be sentimental from time to time, but I’m not a sentimentalist.
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I remember…”Foul Play” was one of those movies a know-it-all preteen could see with his mom and enjoy. The limousine theft-kidnapping of two elderly Japanese tourists? “Kojak! Bang! Bang!” Commandeering the funky-shingled camper of that hunky cowboy-tourist? “Farrrr OUT!” But San Francisco bon-vivant (and Jew) Cyril Magnin playing the pope? Priceless. Barry’s song was good, too.
I love your city sooo much.
And even though I was just there at the beginning of April (rain, rain and more rain) I can’t wait to return next year.
Oh god. I SO loved that movie, although it gave me this lingering, irrational fear of albinos.
I just call him Barry ManHole.
Okay so I have had foul play on the mind since I first read this on Weds. So much so we had a spirited lunch time re-hash of how each of my mates remembers the movie. I saw it at the drive in numerous times (like 25) long storytelling on the horizon. Last night after margaritas flowing at Puerto Allegre I came home and drunk iTuned the song. I woke up with Barry Manilow on my iPod. Thanks