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[roxy]

In my head, I'm tapdancing slowly and humming a song. My eyes are closed and I'm thinking of Fred Astaire and how graceful and magical a person he was, and so sad that the children coming up will never know how amazing it was to see a man fly through the air like that, just swim between the molecules of air like a dolphin, so in love with movement , so sure in his body. He transformed the physical--he was visual music...when I was a kid, people thought I was strange for listening to that old music, swing music--and odd for watching black and white movies. I was, I really was odd, but I loved those flicks. I loved those wonderful old actresses and actors. They were so beautiful in a way that todays actors will never be. Maybe because there was always this separation between actors and the viewers. You knew you were watching "acting" a deliberate attempt to bring words and images to you,for your entertainment, to forget your troubles for an hour or two, and live the glamorous life by proxy. Artifice , beautiful artifice, not a slice of everyday life featuring people who are ever so much more beautiful than you even when suffering.

Hey! What the hell came over me? Ew. I'm being overly -sentimental again, aren't I? Oh well. Sit on my knee, I'll give you some candy and tell you some more tales....

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[d-copper.livejournal.com]

*nods* you said it, there is just something about old movies. Guess that is why they still get played, despite a constant stream of supposed new blockbusters.

[roxymissrose.livejournal.com]

Yes, they really cast a spell.