Thursday, 6 July 2006
Today I have
been listening to a lot of Josef Locke or rather his
recordings, don't think he makes much noise these days
as he died in 1999 (and even if he did still make a
noise it would probably be a muffled fizzing sound and
I wouldn't be able to hear it as I assume he's buried
in Ireland and I live in North London). Ages ago I had
an idea for a musical or a screenplay about a young
boy who had a very old fashioned taste in music (Frank
Sinatra, Dean Martin, Josef Locke, Bobby Darin etc)
and was an outcast amongst his peers because of it.
The twist was that he could mimic these singers perfectly
and became a big star because of it. Then Jim Cartwright
wrote the play "Little Voice" and I considered
suing him for knowing what was going on in my head;
the only reason I didn't sue was because if he knew
about the play he probably knew about all the other
things that were in my head and I decided it was probably
best not to make an enemy of him. Reminds me of when
I was about 7 and had an idea for a film about a giant
man eating shark terrorising a small American seaside
community. Steven fucking Spielberg.
