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Dean Haspiel

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6th April 2005

12:37am: Paul Auster
Saw Paul Auster [and his wife, another author] read tonite. Swell folks. She's kinda nutty. Auster writes long hand and then types his final draft on typewriter. Says, his last two book contracts insisted he deliver said books on disk so he hired interns to rock the computer output. Says, he's gonna take a crack at the 'putor this next time around. Anyhow, he kept it real and talks with a cool smokers voice. Gravelly. Very NPR friendly.

I asked Auster about Karasik & Mazzucchelli's adaptation of CITY OF GLASS. He loved it. Then I asked if he would ever consider writing an original graphic novel. He said "Probably not, but never say never."

Coolest bit was how Auster writes. When he's in the zone and it's the end of his work day, Auster won't type the next sentence that's in his head. He holds onto it all night until the next morning and let's the carpet roll to continue the flow.

I can dig that.
4:00am: The Desolate One


After graduating New York City's Music & Art High School in 1985, I took a two-year hiatus to work before attending SUNY Purchase college where I eventually switched my major from art to film and the legendary J-51 Posse was formed. J-51 was our apartment # and the trouble we caused brought us campus fame. Too many tall stories to tell here but it could fill a novel. Come 1989, larrondo, starsixtynine, and Blazm, hatched a plan to cut their senior thesis films into a 3-part feature length horror movie dubbed PILLARS OF RAGE. While that was in effect, Dablo was culling ideas for an ambitious feature length low-budget horror film called LOST PROPHET: http://www.rockvillepictures.com/prophet.html

In honor of the long haul to Dablo's parents abandoned hotel in Lake George [which would set the sole stage for LOST PROPHET], I bought a cassette tape of "The Desolate One," a new album produced by Boogie Down Productions master of ceremonies, KRS-1, featuring the lyrical madness of JUST-ICE, who's previous hit "Cold Gettin' Dumb," was the anthem to every Raf & Cooly table bug. I must've played that album a million times during the drive and filming of LOST PROPHET. Earth, Wind & Fire balanced out the set, but when we wanted to wag our heads to hard beats, JUST-ICE came correct.

I held onto "The Desolate One," popping it into my tape deck every so often, reminding me of days of old. J-51 may have turned into Rockville Pictures, but the old J-51 posse photo of us shirtless punks standing akimbo atop the haunted hotel hill in Lake George, still hangs smug on my living room wall. Recently, I was introducing JUST-ICE to zegas, when I discovered that the plastic cassette was dogged and the brown magnetic tape was stretched thin. Worried, I looked online for a CD version only to come up nil. Was that possible? Had "The Desolate One" not made the CD format cut? Shaken, I felt more ancient than I cared to admit.

"The Desolate One" was a skeleton from a closet door I never wanted shut.
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