I miss you Sarah
I got a hold of a tape of MARY JANE'S NOT A VIRGIN ANYMORE before I'd even moved to L.A. It was rough, unpolished, raw, honest, and simple. I knew that this was the harbinger of a future talent, that bigger things were going to come.
A year or so later, I'm living in L.A. I'm trying to revive one of my favorite movies, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN THE FABULOUS STAINS. Someone tips me off about your article in Grand Royal and your segment for IFC Split Screen. I manage to get your email address and write you. You write me back almost immediately. I call you up. We have an incredible conversation about STAINS and other righteous rock babe movies. I feel like I've met a kindred spirit. The feeling increases when I help Tamara Hernandez tape the director commentary for the DVD of her film MEN CRY BULLETS, and I see your name in the "Thank You" section. I think she even says out loud that you provided valuable help.
Then I lost track of you. Emails never replied. Phone #'s inactive. I'm at a loss as to what's up, but I don't really know who to try to track you down. I figure you're just deep into work; that was your trademark, right? Relentlessly get your 16mm film into one theatre after another, talk to the press, network to get backing for your next project?
I never knew things were so much more difficult.
I hear Roger Ebert shared the secrets of his first time with you after seeing your film. I'm sure he jokingly told you to take that secret to the grave. Looks like you did.
Since you were the embodiment of puck and punk, I think Johnny Rotten gave you the best epitath:"EVER GET THE FEELING YOU'VE BEEN CHEATED?"
Losing you and the chance to see more of your work? Goddamn right I feel cheated.Sarah Jacobson - R.I.P. D.I.Y. queen Current Mood: shocked