6PM - Frank's Falafel at 65th and Franklin with Jack Jackson. We're supposed to meet up with Austin Hurley from Primal at some ritzy little place across the street from Happy Hound but both decided it was too expensive. He had just shown us this property he bought. The idea is for Jack to rent out one of the 2 apartments above the space at Starkley and Lorain. I went along to peek at them, I guess the previous owner had ran the spot as a jewel store. The guy had died though. There was a bit of a strange air about the place, not just being that it was practically gutted, or some of the left behind furniture, or the "gimp" room in the basement. Maybe the guy was a mystic. The place just seemed sad, and I kept spooking myself. Austin plans to put a Primal Coffee bar and sort of Co-op style market in the store front. Man it's got along way to go. Who knows, maybe it was the shaking fan, or the mysterious old key, or the valuable discarded stamps, or the bad blue carpet, I don't think John will be moving into the place.
We agreed after Ronnie Doyle came into conversation regarding the idea of making movies, namely "Clevelandia", hip modern kids trying to be apart of the "movement" to revive a dying city that we would all meet up. A trip to The Path and landing in during really awful guitar virtuoso at the helm we were going to drive out to Ronnie's native Parma as Jack said. It ended up being "Seven Hills", entirely different. Right around the corner from where mom works in Liberty. Ronnie's bleak neighborhood looked like a jet runway with houses on it, and his house looked like every other house in Settler's Reserve in Westlake, or like Mr. Dante's family home in Canterbury Estates. I told Jack that's where all the partying kids I heard about or met at Westlake High lived, Settler's Reserve. All of the kids whose parents would always be out of town or something of the like.
Ronnie seemed very energetic to have a new guest. As his scruffy looking older brother scurried around, most of which you could only hear, we were getting the small tour. The house was very much like Jackie's. Stairs up front, tv room, kitchen in the middle, extra family room on the right. What I remember about Jackie's is the pile of white tapes in boxes sitting in some nice chair he was working on. Everything reminds one of something, and things all too often remind me of Jackie or some little experience I had around him. He is never far from my mind. Even when he is very far indeed. So I tell Ronnie how it is so like the house I dreamed of living in growing up. The sunken tv room, full of windows, as Ronnie uproariously points out all of his mothers decorating choices he can't stand. The weird apple stickers and motifs on the walls under cabinets in kitchen. I tap on the fake-ass apple pie on the kitchen island that has a few cracks in it's otherwise perfectly preserved state. It's been dropped a few times. We sit at the table and he gestures to a center piece bowl of pine cones calling it "lazy". It's a very suburban home.
He shows off his little bedroom upstairs, blonde hardwood flooring, in socks you slide so easily. It's certainly a video making kid's dungeon. He points out his dvd racks he got from a closing Blockbuster. His Star Wars memorabilia, namely his two ended light saber signed by Darth Maul. He also has some Skywalker ray gun in a case. Looks real. A signed "Room" poster. He Elaborates on his emails to the director. While we visit Ronnie we are viewing several of his films. We watch his final 411 Steinman project "The Robot Rapist". Self-explanatory. Little comments from cameo of J. Jackson, coat hood up scoping out a mutilated robot carcus in a dumpster. A bistandard. We notice there is this ghostly shit smell lingering around the couches and I make a cell phone video of Jack and Ronnie wrestling over "string thing", this little "candy raver" style toy that rotates a colorful string and shoots a black light at it.
Later watched "Blade Runner" at Kev Brennan's house with Kristen and Josh their roomate. I was disappointed, granted, a great looking movie, the characters were for the most part un-interesting and underdeveloped. I felt very un-invested.
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