Evita

The new Argentina, the voice of the people...to a strip tease beat... pretty good. I can see why Madonna wanted to do the part. I haven't seen the movie, but I'm currently listening to the music of Evita. Along with Evita, I'm listening to Phantom of the Opera, and Jesus Christ Superstar. I think I'm beginning to feel pumped. Maybe it's the coffee, but singing at the top of my lungs out the back door, words of wisdom, is pumping. The neighbors are getting an education. My friend gave me three CD's featuring Andrew Lloyd Weber's work. Barry is miserable.

Last night we watched two independent film makers' films. They were both very good. One made me re-think what the purpose of life is, is life an end in itself or a means to an end? I wonder sometimes if it is an end in itself. The other one was depressing. It was about "The Weather Men," underground radical progressives in the late 60's and 70's who set off bombs in reponse to U.S. actions such as war in Vietnam and the killing of Black Panther members. It was over at midnight and I couldn't go to sleep right away. I felt doom and gloom, and I still do. Maybe it's because I just turned off the music and I'm now listening to the BBC news. Gloomy.... hundreds of machette welding teenagers in southern Thailand gunned down by the government. I'm going to listen to this.