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A Swingin Movie Weekend

27 August 1979      So my friends and I were veggin to the max the other day, watching a ton of tubular movies on the Boob Tube. We watched this totally gravy movie called Charlie and the Chocolate Factory to kick off the night of party hardying.And, of course, any movie night has to involve the most boss movie there is: Breakfast at Tiffanys. My friends all wanted to have a marathon of scary movies and I was like "Is this a psycho convention?" but after a while I was down with it. Scary movies just are not my scene, but I was somehow roped into watching Carrie, Halloween, Jaws, and The Exorcist. I screamed so much I could almost not hear the movie, and they all kept telling me to sit on it, calling me a pansey, but I do not care; those movies are wacked. Those cats are trippin if they think I am not screaming. Speaking of tripping, I watched the trippiest movie ever with my mom: A Clockwork Orange. I would need at least a dozen doobies to even begin to understand that movie, I think. My mom also made me watch Deliverance. I hate it! It is all these inbred psychos running around killing people. Ugh, my mom is into some grody shizznit. But I did convince her to watch Star Wars with me; that movie is cool-city! So, my recommendations for movies to see would include Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, Star Wars, and Rocky, which I did not talk about only because there are no words that could get across how primo this movie is. I have been stoked to see The Godfather Part II after seeing the first one, leave a comment and tell me that it is just as bitchin as the first or I will be so disappointed.Places to go, things to do... you know. Check you later.

Scoping the Celebs

17 August 1979             I have been seriously obsessing over some dope celebs from recent movies. Where to begin? Gene Wilder, from that new movie Charlie and the Chocolate Factory. I am watching it next weekend, just because he is in it! Those blue eyes... mmm. Okay some other objects of my obsession are Al Pacino, Christopher Walken, and Robert De Niro. Who can disagree that these men would make any movie worth watching? Oh- and Clint Eastwood! What a hunk!And there is no forgetting Bruce Lee and Sylvester Stallone. While not as hunkie, they sure play some bitchin roles. Moving on to the foxy ladies of film and music. Jamie Lee Curtis is one of my absolute faves; I know she will have a long career! And Barbra Streisand has such a righteous voice. I could listen to her forever. And Farrah Fawcett! Can you say brick house?! I seriously dig her hair; her style is so groovy! Now of course I have to make mention of the recent tragedy that befell us emery cats back home. I grieve to even make mention of such a point in history, but I cannot grieve effectively without a proper eulogy to our fallen pelvic-thrusting leader. Yes, the death of Elvis Presley. I saw the news yesterday, and I cried all night.Okay, I am done Jivin. I cannot handle that thread of conversation any longer.We just have to keep on truckin, cats. Keep on truckin.

The Coolest Cats in Town

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Tight Threads for Emery Kids

4 October 1978                Being total trendsetters, my friends and I are always down with the dopest threads. We are an eclectic mix of friends, all with our own fave styles, but most of us sway towards the Heads styles, though we do not actually smoke the marijuanna ciggies. Honest. We just dress like maybe we should.I'm more down with the flower power vibe, you dig? Like with big floral jumpsuits and sandals and flowers in my long hair with adorable leafy headbands across my forehead. My friend, Tammy, digs the same kind of style. She usually sports high-waisted big floral pants and V-neck pastel sweaters. We are more into overalls and bare feet than the rest of our group. My other friend, Donna, is the sophisticated voice in our gang. She does the whole pants set dealio, with high-waisted shorts and a matching blazer with platform shoes. She is more into the subdued trends, with tunics and that kind of shizznit. She especially loves her tomato red work blazer and matching skirt set that she insists is a staple in the closet of anyone who wants to be taken seriously to make some bread. Next is another friend, Harold, who idolizes The Beatles and rocks the shaggy George Harrison hairstyle. But he perfers vests over wide-collared exotic printed shirts. He matches these with some flare pants and platform shoes to perfect his classic cool cat appearance.Then we have Jerry. Jerry is the craziest of us all with his style. He checks that party hardy scene, wearing bright colors, polyester, and fake fur. He is also rarely seen without his colored-lensed sunglasses.But no matter our different taste in styles, we could not be a closer group of friends. I am so lucky to have such cool cats around to chill with; they are never a drag to be around!Well, my friends just got here. Jerry scored a camera from his rents (he has always been really slick) and usually that make me a little nervous, but I am not gonna narc on my friend. So we are about to film us just hanging out, chilling, you know. I will post it on here so you guys can check it.Catch you on the flip side. I am Audi!

What's the Word?

4 September 1978              You know, dudes, after reading all of those books I feel like I have developed a kind of copacetic pattern. I noticed there was a lot of ones where the protagonist allienates himself, or is alienated, from others and journeys to find himself and, sometimes, take revenge. I definitely dig this; it like mirrors our own lives, you know? Like we do mostly whatever we want and we all have to find ourselves in this journey of life. You dig? And there is a lot of sci-fi, which is totally down with me; that is like my favorite genre. Wow this post sounds wacked. Too many doobies? Haha. I am just gonna sit on it.    

Bitchin Books

27 July 1978                This may seem like total geek-city, but I love to read. I started reading some really righteous books and I thought I would recommend some of them to you cats. It kind of surprised me all the dope shizznit that has been written in the past decade, so I went back and reread some faves, and also gave some new genres and titles a shot. With the new movies Carrie by Stephen King, and Charlie and the Chocolate Factory by Roald Dahl coming out, I thought I would read the books. Carrie had some wacked stuff in there, so I do not know if I will really dig the movie any more, but I was really feeling the latter. I wonder who they will get to play Willie Wonka. I hope whoever he is, he is a hunk. I also checked another book by Stephen King called The Shining, thinking I would give the author another try, but this one was even more creep-city. "All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy". I swear I shivered when I read that. I almost could not keep reading, but I did not want to be a pansey so I finished it. But I am not happy about it.My mom told me that I should read some book called Deliverance by James Dickey, but she is the one who recommended Carrie and The Shining to me, and both of those books were dragging to the max, so I am definitely not going to read that, though she will probably make me watch the movie with her at some point.Now for some tear-jerkers: Bridge to Terabithia by Katherine Patterson, The Chocolate War by Robert Cormier, and, possibly worst of all, Watership Down by Richard Adams. I had to keep a box of tissues next to me for each of these books, and I almost could not see the pages through my tears as I read that last one. Wowzers, but if they ever made any of these into a movie, I do not want to know; I probably would be crying the whole time just anticipating the sad(dest) moments. I am such a chump.I read Go Ask Alice by Beatrice Sparks, under the penname Annonymous, which was really eye-opening and thought-provoking. I also read The Princess Bride by William Goldberg, which was not, but it was cute and hilarious and clever. I also read one called A Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy, which was hard to get into but totally worth it in a trippy way.There are some that my family has read that I will list here but I have not read them yet. My little brother is dying over The Lorax by Dr Seuss. He also jabbers nonstop about some book called Where the Sidewalk Ends by Shel Silverstein. From how he describes it, it sounds kind of trippy to me, but I will probably check it. My mom, along from those weird Stephen King books, is raving about one called Song of Solomon by Toni Morrison. How she described it sounds pretty far out, but if she likes it, I bet I will not. I am still deciding whether or not I will read it.Okay, I saved the best for last. Ready? I am Jivin now, you feel me? Enders Game by Orson Scott Card. It is truly a work of art. If you cats read any of these books, let this be the one. You will not regret it.Alright, I gotta book. (haha) Peace!

Are You Hip to the Groove?

Disco or Dance, Funk or Soul, Punk Rock or New Wave; We've Got it All

14 March 1978                I have compiled a list of some groovy tracks that are off the hook, if you guys want to check it. These songs are jams that will be grooved to for decades. And seriously just check everything from The Clash, The Ramones, Blondie, The Talking Heads, David Bowie and The Sex Pistols ( who, if you did not know, I saw live in concert!). I could not choose any songs that were exceedingly excellent when all of them are totally tuff. And! They are all bands that my mom does not approve of and therefore come with my highest recommendation. Check em!                                                                                                     Bridge Over Troubled Water - Simon and Garfunkel, Me and Bobby McGee - Janis Joplin, Lean On Me - Bill Witherso, The First Time Ever I Saw Your Face - Roberta Flacko, Heart of Gold - Neil Young, American Pie - Don McLean, Lets Get It On - Marvin Gaye, Crocodile Rock - Elton John, Bohemian Rhapsody - Queen, Dont Go Breaking My Heart - Elton John and Kiki Dee, Dancing Queen - ABBA, Hotel California – Eagles

Best. Concert. Ever.

8 January 1978                   I feel sorry for all of you chumps that missed this! It was by far the greatest experience I have ever had in my life. I really felt like John Lydon was singing to my soul, dude. He just had this kind of energy about him, like he was radiating good vibes. I swear we connected. I swear it. I felt so amped while we were there, but thinking back it is like I have taken a chill pill and everything is copacetic, you know? Life-changing.

Sex Pistols Concert!

Thursday, Jan. 5th 1978 at 9pm

Great South East Music Hall, Atl

Cool beans! I can not believe they are coming to Atlanta! I am so going to check it, party hardy all night, do that bouge scene! I'm super psyched for this! Do not be a dork, come; it is going to be off the hook!

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