What is Going On

As I welcomed a new group of college students to their semester “abroad” in Los Angeles this week, I tried to stay focused on the entertainment industry and their future as emerging writers, directors, producers, editors and who knows what else.

Yes, there is a future.

And no, I don’t sugar coat it. 

I left my blue plaid jacket at home

On the other hand, it serves little purpose to go on about the gloom and doom in the air for the last six months since the end of show business has been predicted from the time talkies were first introduced.

I’m not old enough to remember that, or our transition from radio to the revolution of television. But I am old enough to have experienced the shift from black & white to color, then to VCRs, DVDs, cable, on demand, streaming and…

Well, who knows what’s next.

A return to typewriters!

But rest assured, it will be something. Our world has many rewards but there are inevitable downturns where things turn bleak and bleakest.  It is in those moments we need to be entertained or simply commiserate over stories about the bad times that somehow make us feel less alone and ready to fight on another day.

So truly, I don’t worry much about the industry, or Gen Z.  Especially since, in my experience, they have a keen sixth sense for bullshit.

They know

And boy is it getting thrown at them from everywhere and in much more sophisticated forms.  A.I. is predicted to be the death knell of truth but let’s be real here – hasn’t truth already evolved into truthiness or, as the first Trump administration liked to put it – alternative facts?

What a clever excuse for a lie. 

Though I much prefer the explanation Picasso gave almost a century ago.

Art Is The Lie That Tells The Truth.

“Weeping woman” — or how I feel when I watch too much cable news

That is at least an aspiration to something approaching honesty about the human story.  Not a bad con job by people looking to cash in on a hot streak mostly for themselves in the short term.

There is a lot of hot shot cosplaying these days in the political arena by the current White House administration that I’m betting my Gen Z students already see through and will be smart enough to continue to see through in the coming years.

Otherwise, why would the White House be so apoplectic over college DEI programs, suing (Note: Aka shaking down and/or controlling) major universities and college about who and what we are able to  teach to the next generation of aspiring Picassos, Clarence Darrows or Albert Einsteins.

You know I hate snakes

Which begs the question – would Einstein, an immigrant whose life was being threatened as a Jew in Nazi Germany, even gain admittance to the United States under present day rules?

Diversity, equity and inclusion are just that – a rainbow of various truths educators expose their students to in order to help them to see. 

See what?

Well, their truths, of course.

Oh but I think they can

If one is unafraid of what is true, then there is no reason to control the facts that young adults get to review, study and learn from in order to determine the course of their journeys.

But if one fears what someone of college age will find out about that Man behind the Curtain, then all the more reason for those institutions to be stopped in their tracks, taken to court and have the many questions they pose redacted from the record in favor of something more, well – unifying.

Don’t look!

In the last few weeks the Trump administration has dispatched close to 2300 members of the National Guard from a handful of red states that were once part of the Confederacy to the streets of Washington, D.C. in order to clean up its crime-ridden, dangerous, drug-infested streets.

This is in direct opposition to the majority of D.C. residents, many of whom have taken to the same streets in protest, and to D.C. Mayor Muriel Bowser, who notes violent crime has been significantly down in the last two years thanks to new programs the city has initiated.

Totally normal stuff here!

It reminds me of what happened in my city of Los Angeles last month, when the Guard and ICE agents patrolled a pretty much peaceful L.A. in combat gear and various weaponry while Homeland Security Secretary Kristi Noem gave a press conference with scads of misinformation.  But when our own Senator Alex Padilla tried to question her and correct the record, he was thrown to the ground and handcuffed by her feds for…. well, calling out the b.s.

A variation of this activity occurred in D.C. this week when Vice-President J.D. Vance and Trump Deputy Chief of Staff Stephen Miller zig-zagged past hundreds of protestors into Union Station to ostensibly photo-op/congratulate the Guard and treat them to lunch from Shake Shack.

Does Vance go anywhere and not get booed??

They and Defense Secretary Pete Hegseth were roundly booed and initially drowned out with shouts of “Free D.C.”  But Vance countered a few minutes later to reporters that the troops were there to, “Free D.C. from being a city that has one of the highest murder rates in the entire world.”

Which is complete fiction, aka alternative facts.

Lies on lies on lies

Statistics actually prove those rates went down by one-third since 2023 (Note: Use the google) and that there are dozens and dozens of cities in countries all over the world with significantly higher crime stats and murders.

But this LIE wound up being lost, or shall we say, eclipsed, by more b.s. from Trump Deputy Chief of Staff Stephen Miller, who seethed that these protestors were crazy communists…seeking to destroy a great American city, along with stupid, elderly white hippies.  

Communists?  White hippies? 

I’m sure young people are as on board with this as we were back in the late 1960s. 

But what made it even more callow was Miller and Vance, of all people, ranting that D.C. was a majority Black city that deserved to be safe.

The fact remains that none of the National Guard troops have not been dispatched to majority Black neighborhoods but to landmarks like the National Mall, Lincoln Memorial, Union Station and other tourist destinations.  As well as on air force bases and the upscale streets of tony Georgetown.

In other words, places where they can be amply PHOTOGRAPHED, FILMED and show a FICTIONALIZED VERSION of FORCE (Note: As they will in many other cities nationwide. Chicago is next, then San Francisco, New York and a town near you).

Yeah, we’ll see

Yes, there have been 700 D.C. arrests in the last few weeks but almost none of them have been for violent crime.  Most have been immigrants, protestors, the homeless and the drug-addicted.  Disappeared and often not easy to track down.

Those of us who have seen this kind of thing before and have survived long enough to witness the ebbs and flows of the world, especially need to help young people to understand the difference between sloppy, drooly lies that profess reality vs. honest protests in the streets demanding a course correction from the real life edicts of slick, overheated, recycled bullshit.

A valid question

This is not to say that they don’t already get it.  But as we have learned over generations, there is great strength in numbers.  Not to mention, it can also inspire a few cool stories, as well as other pieces of art.

Marvin Gaye – “What’s Going On”

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I was dating someone in the music industry in 1981 and one night they excitedly put a cassette in a tape player that contained a song by an artist I’d never heard of. For those who don’t know or can’t remember what cassettes are, think of it this way:

  • Records
  • Reel-to-reel tape
  • Eight track tape
  • Cassette
  • CD
  • Downloadable content
  • Virtual Reality
  • Extinction

But probably this first

But probably this first

Anyway, that’s not the point and it only makes me, and perhaps some of you, feel right on the precipice. What is pertinent is that I thought my industry pseudo boyfriend, who worked for a company associated with Warner Bros., would lose his mind as he cued up the tape and gushed that the about-to-be-heard song was by this kid from Minnesota who did everything. He played every instrument; wrote, produced and mixed all of his own songs; performed them with abandon; had a gay androgynous look complete with makeup; and, most importantly, was quite short and sexy. Of course, me being massively insecure, in my early twenties and only 5’7” I immediately forgot the artist and appropriated the last two adjectives into a personal compliment – one that positively ensured my future with the Industry Guy.

This, of course, is something only someone in his or her twenties can or should be allowed to do – seeing the world totally in terms of yourself and appropriating free-floating compliments as your own. That is because it blinds you to the greatness of what’s right in front of you. In this case, it wasn’t the boyfriend (Ahem – that didn’t end well).  It was the artist….formerly known as Prince…who when he unexpectedly died on Thursday of this week was once again simply known as…

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His song was a nice little Prince ditty called Controversy and while I liked it I can’t honestly say I was overly impressed. Though after the 12th time it was played – yeah, this industry guy was nothing if not insistent about me sharing his opinion of things – I started to get it. And knew, at least this one time, he was right.

There was something about the beat, the repetitiveness of words – some of which I couldn’t even understand, the sometime squeaky yet tuneful multi-octave voice that sounded like nothing I’d ever really heard before. Eventually I couldn’t get the song or this kid/guy/artist/whatever Prince out of my head. And that was before I had actually read and studied the words:

I just can’t believe all the things people say/Controversy/

Am I black or white, am I straight or gay?/Controversy

Do I believe in god, do I believe in me?

Controversy/Controversy/Controversy

I can’t understand human curiosity/Controversy

Was it good for you, was I what you wanted me to be?/Controversy

Do you get high, does your daddy cry?

Controversy/Controversy/Controversy

Do I believe in god, do I believe in me?

Some people want to die so they can be free

I said life is just a game, we’re all just the same, do you want to play?

Yeah, oh yeah

Controversy/Controversy/Controversy/Controversy/Controversy/Controversy.

Just... mesmerizing

Just… mesmerizing

There are more verses but this sort of says it. He wasn’t quite drawing on the sexual fluidity of David Bowie, who came right before him, and he bore little resemblance to Michael Jackson – the other young Black, somewhat androgynous artist we had all grown up with. At that time, and probably at any time, there was never anything sexy about MJ no matter how often he grabbed his crotch and gyrated in later years. But Prince? He was kind of…dangerous? The embodiment of the performer you’d see if you snuck into the fantasy club your parents would never let you attend.

What made Prince special were so many things musical. As a writer he not only churned out hits for himself but handed off songs he had written to countless other performers that became their signatures – Sinead O’Connor’s Nothing Compares 2 U and Manic Monday for The Bangles are just two examples. His live shows were massively colorful, even edgy theatre pieces with costumes that evoked a sort of schizoid mix of Liberace, Little Richard and James Brown. But even when he stripped things down, literally – they didn’t take a back seat to what he was singing or he and his bands were playing.

The many faces of Prince

The many faces of Prince

When Doves Cry, Let’s Go Crazy, 1999, Kiss, Purple Rain.   I could go on and on for years and years – duets, solo records, thousands of hours of unreleased material he notoriously stocked that we may or may not hear one day. But again, you get the picture.

I guess what I want to say is what he did he did it. As himself.   Yet somehow maintained an enigma. Some people that knew him didn’t know him and others that did knew him well. But by all accounts, no one entirely knew him. As you can’t really know anyone. What a dichotomy in an age when we know too much about everybody – even those we don’t know.

There’s talent and then there’s egotism. Of course, there is a double edge to talent. Not everyone is brilliant at everything. No one could ever accuse him of being a great film director (Graffiti Bridge). Nevertheless, he won an Oscar. Some wouldn’t call him a great business person for signing a contract that he later felt enslaved him to WB Records and cause him to forgo his real name for a number of years when he asked people to refer to him as a symbol – and then simply The Artist Formerly Known As Prince. But that too he did with originality – whether we liked it or not.

Truly only he could get away with this

Truly only he could get away with this

Not every one of us is Prince. No one in fact. But we do all have the ability to chart our own path, listen to our own voice and forge our own journeys artistically and otherwise. At 5’2” he was the tallest guy in the room and there is always something sexy about that. Not the height – but the stature.

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