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this is the idea of testing a new weblog while you still think about creating your own biography as some kind of critical discussion and artwork.
i was born 1962 in bad schwartau, a city which is best known by its marmelade factory. some days after my birth my mother left the clinic there - which was a famous birthclinic in the beginning 60s - to go back to lübeck with me. i was brought to our home by the woman who helped bringing babys to the world and my brother said for years and years, that i was not his brother because this woman brought me to our home. that was the famous start of my life. from that moment on, i think i hated moving from one flat to another...
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Live and Direct From River City - 19/08/2002, Harryk@richmag.com
Greetings, to Berlin, Shanghai, Lagos, Buenos Aires and all the ships at sea:
Harry Kollatz Jr., here, journalist, theatre organizer and Louise Brooks enthusiast, writing to you on a fine autumn evening in the capitol of the Old Dominion as Virginia is alternatively called.
I was born in Richmond, Jan. 3, 1962, at Richmond Memorial Hospital, where you can't do that anymore. Be born, that is. The place is boarded up now and awaiting new life.
The shadows are long in the dusky hours and the cicaidas whirring in the trees. Along the narrow streets of the Fan District, through which I walk to and from work here at the magazine and to the theatre, people are gathering on their porches. Some are eating, or having a smoke, or reading the paper, they may sit on porch swings and nod at passersby. In the playground of the William Fox School, children practice soccer. The sidewalk fronting decks of the restaurants fill with diners, their laughter and conversation flutter away, intriguing to me; would that I could hear all of them.
But right now, I am about to go see a film at one of the city's great treasures, the Byrd Theatre, a pocket movie palace built just on the cusp of the sound era, and still with its many-throated Wurlitzer organ that gets played on weekends and on special events.
Today it is what we call a second-run movie house, that is, the presentations are of films that are mostly gone from the main screens around town. The price is cheap, $1.99 as compared to $7.00 one spends at first run houses. There, the multiplex cinemas are small, the walls thin enough to hear the movie next door and the character of the places as enchanting as a shoe box.
The Byrd celebrates the fantastical aspect of film, the transportive power of it. The great crystal chandelier, the red velvet carpets, the almost gaudy and vivid sculptures, swags and ornamentation are create an experience that you can't get anywhere else.
And so what is playing? The latest 'Austin Powers' movie. Yes, it is dreadful, but, I am without the wife this evening (she's in New Orleans) and don't want to sit at home. The theatre is also just around the corner, a four minute walk, from our house. I refer to the Byrd as our "home entertainment center" although it has one large screen and no remote control.
More and more after that to come. I have to sit down and read all of the responses thus far. Shew. This is going to be like a third job, I can tell already. --Harry Kollatz Jr.
Pertinent websites to the Harry Kollatz Jr. Experience:
firehousetheatre.org
richmag.com
http://www.amieoliver.com/hek.html
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