DC-99 is making its first movie, "The late progressivist". It's supposed to be our entry into some youth cup or whatever, up to 10 minutes, color, free subject (i.e. not specified). What we shot is, as Mišo Kovač would say "unter grundig". It was all shot in apartment of Pop (Lesnina, some other entrance). A guy (played by Skule), fine and healthy, sits and spends time in his room, playing music... and doing nothing. Just thinking. Outside, the life goes on. Eventually it dawns on him and he realizes the first step in solving his problem: shouts "I am young!". That's it. But we stretched these two sentences to whole seven minutes, I have no idea how. I know I was shooting some outside scenes, money changing hands at a kiosk - zoomed all the way in - and had some dark color tape scratched with a shaving razor, so it rained neon blue streaks in projection, which was cool and was used to denote the turmoil. We shone so much light on the record player, that the "Brandenburg concerto" LP got all warped and would eject the needle like a colt. Well yes, halogen light produces a lot of heat. Skule smoked half a pack while posing with a kilometer stare into nothing.
Initially, the epiphany was supposed to be a door opening, flash, the sentence, door closing. Instead, we flashed the reflector behind the patterned glass of the kitchen door several times, and added that scratched tape and rapid montage of various junk scenes from other tapes. A mishmash. But that's the story for when it was over. We're still inventing it at the moment.
Pop saw a similar movie somewhere, with that sentence, and just stole the idea and wanted to express it our way. For a while we thought we may be attacked for whichever ideological deviation, but no, our right to express ourselves was respected, and this wasn't deemed a luxury and waste of tape. Actually, around 14th the money was approved, we can start shooting.
At school, Zova and I, to some extent Sredljak too, are having too much fun with Sonja. I wrote just short excerpts, too short to remember the context.
Around 16th found a scribbled love message on the inside cover of my reader book, but very anonymous. Could be a trick, could be real... I'll never know. I didn't trust it and responded harshly, same place, and asked the writer to come clean and explain. Didn't come, didn't investigate.
T. Rex published „Hot love“, a smasher like the rest of them. They'll call that glam rock later. This was probably what Marc once said that he was so pissed of by publishers not crediting him for those original things he made as Tyrannosaurus, not making him into a guitar hero, but prefering to sell mindless rubbish instead. Well, you'll see rubbish, I can do them better. And he made it. Too bad, the old stuff was much better, though I haven't heard much of it, just... looking at this silly trash, the texts were imbecile. It did have a momentum, though.
27-XI-2020 - 21-VIII-2025