We had Gumby
and Pokey,
And Sanford & Son.
We had Mark Spitz,
And Monty Python.
We had Lenny Bruce,
And Chips.
We had the Sex Pistols,
And A Ballroom Blitz.
We had Martin Scorsese,
And Happy Days.
We had the
Stepford Wives,
And Roe VS Wade.
We had What's up Doc,
and the Rockford files.
We had Gay Pride Parade,
and I can see for miles.
We had Women's Lib,
And Emergency.
We had One Flew Over
The Cuckoo's Nest,
And Mohamed Ali.
We had A Star is Born,
And little Chinatown.
We had Jesus
Christ Superstar,
And Foxy Brown.
We had the VCR
And Adam-12.
We had White Lightning,
and Josey Wales.
We had the Gay
Rights movement,
And Dragnet.
We had the Deer Hunter,
and Stanley Kubrick.
We had the Iran hostage crisis,
and a Six-million-dollar man.
We had Carnal Knowledge,
And The Stand.
We had the
Mississippi Queen
And Tony Orlando.
We had Abba singing
about Fernando.
We had Mick Jagger,
And John Wayne.
We had Rare Earth,
And Fire and Rain.
Turbo1904 ?
My mind began to wander down a path of banal humor.
On it's own accord.
It was some kind of sick and strange homo-erotic imagery, with a story.
It involved myself and Martin Scorsese.
A man in a lime green and plastic suit asked us,
"What are your two favorite George C. Scott performances?"
I replied without missing a beat, "Doctor Strangelove and The Hustler..."
Scorsese just smiled and laughed out loudly. His laugh echoing through a dark place.
He agreed with me
and in a deep, harsh alien voice kept repeating the line,
"Great minds! Great minds!"
Where it went from there... I will leave to your sick, erotic imagination.
All I can say is, the man has magnetic eye's and a sublime taste in Cinematography.