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Yes, it's only in the last 2-3 years that I became acquainted with Italian cult film scores. They certainly had the funky 70's bit down to a fine art. I'd add Franco Micalizzi to the list for sure. Of course, many of these were using American jazz 'n funk as templates for their music in the first place.....
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Far Left Activist Andrea: "We understood you could get us some machine guns." Gun Dealer Jackie Brown: "Hey, look. You—You want to burn your fuckin' bra, all right… but what you're gonna do with a machine gun?" Far Left Activist Andrea: "We're gonna rob a fuckin' bank." Gun Dealer Jackie Brown to the two activists: "Look, I got two problems selling machine guns to people like you. The first is selling machine guns. That's life in this state. The second is selling to people like you. You're not honest. You know where I'm gonna be and what time, I'm liable to lose my machine guns." Far Left Activist Andrea: "Give him a thousand dollars, Pete."
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Alright, we got Coyle, Brown and Scale. Enough for our Seventies robbery!  Can I be Foley? Or better yet Dillon, who turns out to be the real badass of TFoEC: "I heard a guy on television the other night, he was talking about pigeons. He called them flying rats. I thought that was pretty good. What he had in mind, he was gonna give 'em the flu or something to make them extinct. Now there was a guy that got shit on, probably got shit on again. Then he got mad. They ruined his suit or somethin'. So he's gonna spend the rest of his life getting even with pigeons cause they ruined a $400 suit. Now there's no percentage in that because there are probably 10 million pigeons in Boston alone all of them laying eggs every day which generally produce more pigeons all dropping tons and tons of shit every day, rain or shine. And this guy in New York, he's gonna...well... There just aren't gonna be any more of them in this world. Yeah, a man gets desperate. He does a few things, he knows it won't work. Pretty soon he quits, packs it all in, goes away someplace. It's the only way there is."
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At least there are some reasonably priced copies on Amazon.
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Especially when the heist guys look terrifying--almost as terrifying as that woman's Shag hairstyle, that is. She was the inspiration for that Three Dog Night hit, "Momma's Gotta Shag." I'm watching this tonight - for the occasion I've put on my bright pink/red turtleneck; Jackie Brown took one look at it and even he said, "Cripes, man, that's in bad taste." I really should have picked up this FSM CD? Is it too late? Have a nice day.
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I really should have picked up this FSM CD? Is it too late? At my pad, this one is in heavier rotation than many other boutique film scores. It is essential if you love that early-70s introspective funk sound. Looks like it's still at a reasonable price. I spend my time hanging around this thread with you buncha people drinking your beer and eating your hash and hot dogs and watchin' you all going off to your stereo systems to listen to this disc while I'm sweatin' out how I'm gonna pay the plumber. Next time, it's gonna be me listenin' to this Grusin.
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