Quick Clips & Silly Spoofs from a King

Alasdair Beckett-King, that is.

Who, you might ask? I certainly did after I saw my first short video from this funny fellow. But long before I could try to find anything else about him, I’d already watched a half-dozen of his two-minute spoofs on his YouTube channel.

You know how I love my Star Trek stories and tangents. Well, late one night recently, when I was exploring some short Trek-related commentaries on YouTube specialty channels like TrekCulture, I ran across this obvious Trek spoof…

 

…and I was hooked. I particularly love that his spoofs last less than two minutes each. A quick kick to the funny bone and move along. It’s like eating popcorn and I just kept tossing them back until I’d watched over a dozen of his videos.

To help you have the same experience, here’s another of his sci-fi TV spoofs for fans of a certain time-traveling Doctor…

 

Given that the guy’s been posting these videos for over 3 years, he’s obviously covered a lot of ground. Let’s see what he’s done with some well-known film genres.
Or should I say “What he’d done to some well-known film genres”?

 

 

 

 

Sometimes, he even slices down to some sub-genre:

 

Likewise, he enjoys spoofing some standard storytelling conventions:

 

Beckett-King sometimes zooms out to give us a fuller explanation of an entire artistic field, like these couple of quickies from the self-proclaimed “Cute Redhead”:

 

 

Sometimes, he will zoom in on a specific film, albeit with a twist, like he does here:

 

Finally, of course, he turns his sights to the inevitable end — the character about to die.

 

More specifically but oddly also more generically, dying in a space movie:

 

I will admit I still don’t know anything about this guy other than his hilarious videos, but I’m fine with that. Yes, he’s got some longer bits on his YouTube channel, but I’ve mostly kept busy just watching these quickie tidbits of his.

Long live the King! Alasdair Beckett-King, that is. Long may he spoof!

 

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Here They Come to Save the Day!

Another in the series of undeveloped ideas, concepts, and works-in-progress that may or may not ever see further development.

What the world really needs right now is another group of superheroes here to save the day. Sure, we’ve already got more than a few of those around — but you gotta admit we need all the help we can get to save the day, given the days we’ve been having these days.

And while your typical superhero team of may be constantly busy saving the World, let’s consider the need for some part-time superheroes. Kinda like a set of relief pitchers standing by. And you gotta figure their superpowers might be a bit, well, unusual, or they’d be in the Big Leagues. They pretty much focus on minor major emergencies and leave saving the Earth — or the Cosmos! — to the Avengers or the X-Men or the Justice League or whoever’s on call this crisis.

Enter the people of PLUSH, the Part-time League of Unusual Super-Heroes.

PLUSH — Part-time League of Unusual Super-HeroesThese folks are never going to save the world, much less the Universe. But somebody ought to be out there saving the small towns and cities of the world, maybe even the neighborhoods. We all  face what look like overwhelming problems and every day has the potential for a minor catastrophe or two. You know we could all use a little bit of extra help now and then. So, let’s meet the superheroes we really want for the everyday rescues we all could use:

  • Inert Bert — an apparently homeless fellow with the ability to stay so immobile he blends into the background, rendering him invisible. This allows him to eavesdrop on nefarious people plotting evil.
  • Dolly — whose huge, beseeching eyes can render you immobile and completely open to suggestion, unable to refuse her requests, directions or commands.
  • Goggles — twin teen dweebs, one boy, one girl. They seem impenetrably dull, but actually their thicker-than-Coke-bottle spectacle lenses hide a sophisticated networking system far beyond any networked AR we can imagine now. They also share a telepathic link, so they can think together like dual parallel processors to quickly unravel mysteries.
  • The Librarian — has the power of super-silence. With a stern stare and a harsh shushing, she can render anyone silent and unable to speak or move.
  • The Docent — the Librarian’s brother, the Docent has the ability to over-explain simple ideas and situations such that he can either convince people of something wildly untrue or baffle them beyond their ability to react, or simply to drone on until they doze off mid-explanation.
  • Wheelz — an augmented human hybrid who looks disabled due to his wheelchair, but the chair is actually a super-sophisticated, rocket-powered, brain-controlled, all-purpose power center capable of coordinating the team’s efforts to combat evil.

As you can see from the brief descriptions, these remain rudimentary character sketches. Further development would require some great graphics and some stories to tell, including the team battling an arch-enemy or two. So far, all I’ve got for you are the bare bones of a quirky set of characters as a concept for a comic book series.

Anybody out there want to help make it “real”?

 

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Songs of Will T. Massey — “Old Blue”

Young Will T. Massey

We’re reaching way back to Will’s first cassette, Pickin’ Poker, and Pick-up Trucks, for this one. Recorded while he was still in school in San Angelo, that first release featured a young fellow just starting as a singer-songwriter, showing some promise in the mix of tunes.

This is a heartbreak song from a high schooler, aiming and aching for more, drawing on his country roots to craft a catchy little tune.

Hard to go wrong with a country song about a dog named Old Blue!

Well, she liked my pickin’ and my pick-up truck,
Said they was something she’d never known
But her wonder wore off between my jobs
And she left me all alone.
Yes, I woke up in an empty bed this morning,
She wrote me a long letter,
Said she liked my boots
But she liked the bucks better.

Well, I guess it had something to do with last night
When I asked her for a loan.
‘Cuz I was out of Jack Daniels and the mortgage was due
And the winter was a-coming on.
Yeah, now I hear she’s riding ’round in a Mercedes-Benz
With some dude in a polo sweater.
Yeah, she liked my boots
But she liked the bucks better.

Well, on the night she left,
A stray dog came by,
Lord, he looked like he needed a friend.
Well, I needed one, too,
So I called him Old Blue
And I took the old boy in.

Now, we just sit around the fire, I throw him a scrap
And he howls when I play the blues.
Yeah, I knew he can understand,
I think he’s lost him a female, too.
Yeah, he’s always got one standing ear
And he’s helping me to forget her.
‘Cause she liked my boots
But she liked the bucks better.

Well, maybe someday, I’ll have a big hit
And the bucks’ll come rolling in.
She’ll see my name at the top of the page
And come back around again.
And I’ll hold her real close, slip Blue a wink,
And whisper, “I’ve still got your letter.
And I like your kissing, babe,
But I like Old Blue a lot better!”

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A Bush A-Buzz with Bees

Our son popped in briefly yesterday and as he was leaving, he spotted a bunch of bees buzzing around our lilac bush out front. Sure enough, I walked out with him and there’s a few dozen of them flying around one side of the bush. Approaching closer, we saw a clump of them gathering on a branch and realized they were swarming. They completely covered at least 2, maybe 3 feet of the branch, like the sleeve of a puffy coat worn over several layers of clothing.

I knew not to disturb or try to  destroy a bee swarm. I knew they did not pose a threat nor present a problem where they were. Still, I felt that we should find someone to remove them.

 

Thank you, online community of Cañon City & Fremont county!

As soon as I posted this short video, I started getting local responses and suggestions. Within an hour of spotting the swarm, I had spoken to someone who agreed to come get them for a new hive. Eventually, I was given at least 4 other names of local beekeepers who could come by and get the swarm if need be. Good to know how quickly folks reached out with helpful information.

Stu Rhodes was who we got and he was a pleasant fellow. He took a look at the swarm and got his “bee box” to collect them. Carefully donning a beekeeper’s suit, he placed the box under the branch where the bees were clumped together. Trimming out smaller branches in the way, he sprayed them with some sugar water to calm them down, and then bending the branch down somewhat, he tapped it a couple of times and the mass of bees fell down into the box.

Well — into, on, and around the box. But they were seemingly undisturbed by the downward tumble and even those outside of the box still hung together and started moving into the box. Stu went off to get a “brood cage” and came back. By inserting that into the box, he made it even cozier for the bees by signaling that this was a place with eggs. He put a lid on the whole thing, cut an access hole and secured it, intending to return to retrieve them when they settled down around sunset.


I remembered when I lived in Creedmoor and this fellow name of  Old Max came by with a flatbed holding about a dozen hives. Pointing at the empty field behind the house, he said he asked to park his hives there so his bees could get to a line of mesquite trees beyond the field. “Mighty sweet honey,” he assured me, giving me a 5-gallon jar of honey as down payment for leaving it there. I quickly agreed and he pulled the truck out into the field to get set up.

Old Max did not use a beekeeper’s suit as he worked setting up the hives. I watched this one bee light on his finger and hang on firecely. He’d shaken others off, but this one persisted and acted threatening. Max looked down and said, “Ya gonna sting me or ya just gonna fuck around?” and shook his hand vigorously enough to dislodge the bee who buzzed his face once but left.

Later that day, one roommate, Greg, came home from work and reached over to refill the dogs’ water bowl before coming inside. Spotting 20 or more bees on and around the water at the last second, he jumped back yelling. Little did I know Greg was highly allergic to bees. He hadn’t been stung right then nor would he be while Max’s hives stayed out back, but he learned to look twice before reaching for that water bowl.

See, basically bees won’t mess with you if you don’t mess with them.

In fact, we loved taking friends out to stand near the flatbed truck about 10 minutes before dusk. That’s when the bees all headed back to their hives from every direction. By standing there, facing towards the flatbed, you could see them zing past you and hear them whizzing past, veering remarkably close to your head and ears. But they had no interest in people at that time of day. Even when they flew directly into your back, they’d just bounce off, fly around you and head home into the hive.


Beekeeper removes bee box containing swarmStu didn’t come back at sunset. He went home, ate, and by then, decided to return to retrieve them in the morning. The bees meanwhile, all crawled into their new temporary home and hunkered down for the night.

With the sun coming up this morning, though, some of them did wander back out of his mostly-sealed box, but by 8:30, he’d returned, suited up and calmly collected the box.

Some of the stragglers stayed behind, still buzzing around that same bush today.

No swarming yet, but if they do, well, now I have several folks I could call.

 

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Granddad Writes of his Memoirs and Retired Life

G.M.C. Massey

G.M.C. Massey

My grandfather, G. M. C. Massey, wrote memoirs of his life in a series of manuscripts after he turned 80 in 1960.

One of his daughters, my mother Dell Buller, did an excellent job editing some portions of the material into Pappa’s Childhood, which I have posted previously on this blog.

His manuscript materials are tricky to work with. Even intact, they include repetition and loop back and forth in time as he tells his tales. Granddad acknowledges that in these passages.

We are amusingly shocked, as sometimes we are writing along very well pleased with the way things are coming to our memory; And at that very moment comes from out of the blue yonder, a remembrance of something that was very important to us when It happened; but we have not thought along that line for so long that it seemed so remote at this time: But when we are made to remember it; It seems very important.

Then is the time that we mention it in our memoirs.


For when you are working for someone else You can’t do as you please, when you please.

Of course now since I am retired; I am able to do what I can do, anytime that I please, But I am crippled up now so that I am not able to get out and do whatever I might want to do; But the way I have been cut down, And trimmed up; I’m only able to do the things that I have always wanted to do “Writing;” And now when I am writing on my Memoirs, I am pleased; And then when a Scripture comes to me I always think that the LORD has probably brought that to me for my consideration; And usually I just sit down and go to writing on it and some other scriptures come and give me something else to write about; and then when I exhaust what I have stored up; I take the Bible and go to reading; and usually there are floods of new Ideas that come to me; and I very often write from four to eight Pages on one subject before I exhaust the Subject according to my ability.

Then probably I will think of something that I have not included in my MEMOIRS, And I will write a story or two before I will quit, and do anything else. Then sometimes I get busy working in the Yard or the Garden, and maybe in both before I get back to writing; And I give a lot of time to reading: I always read the daily paper; and Then I read form 20 to 30 Chapters to a hundred or more chapters each week. Well since the 20th day of March in ’77 I have read the entire BIBLE through nearly 10 times, Just lack from Numbers to the End of the Old testament; So you see that I am always a very busy man.

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To Boldly Go…Once Again!

This past Thursday was double-up time on our newer Star Trek shows: the final episode of Season 2 of Star Trek: Picard dropped as well as the new prequel series, Strange New Worlds.

Two new Star Trek episodes in one day!

We had to double up on or viewing time to catch them both, but it was well worth it.

The new one stars Anson Mount (whom we adored in the AMC series, Hell on Wheels) as Capt. Pike, the lead character from the original Star Trek pilot episode, The Cage — later resurrected as the basis for a two-parter, The Menagerie, in the first season of the original series.

Pike reappeared as one of the few bright spots in season 2 of Star Trek: Discovery — AKA “Star Trek Disappointment.” Despite my desire to stay open to the weird Klingons and absurdly out-of-time-sequence technology like the impossible, nearly omnipotent “X drive,” I eventually lost interest. Sorry, but I skipped the 4th season entirely — simply not interested.

Anyway, as a lifelong Trek fan who had to struggle to see the original episodes Back in the Day, it’s been a long journey as we watched various attempts to transport us back to that future. For now, Picard is our favorite of the newer shows, bringing back a beloved old friend not simply to continue his prior adventures, but as an ongoing character of interest. Season 2, in particular hit the mark for us. Now the long wait for the final, third season starts. Sigh…

Not that Trek fans haven’t had to wait before. When the original series ended after 3 short seasons, we waited. And waited. Reruns were helpful when you could find them, because back in the Dark Ages — the ’60’s, kiddos —if you missed an episode on its first showing, you might never see that one. Even the reruns were only rarely available.

So, we were all quite excited to find out our favorite spaceship and crew would be returning after a 10-year absence with Star Trek: The Motion Picture. The anticipation was palpable and only matched in magnitude by how bad that movie turned out to be.

“Star Trek: The SLOW-Motion Picture” some people nicknamed it. We just watched it again yesterday to verify how truly terrible it really was. We were smugly satisfied to see our prior perceptions were on target. This movie sucked. Even the cast knew it. Both William Shatner and Leonard Nimoy thought it turned out so badly that it signaled the end of the franchise.

Glad they were wrong!

Instead, it lead to a series of successful movies with a pattern Trek fans would come to know too well: the odd-numbered movies sucked and the even-numbered ones brilliantly brought us back to the future we already knew.

Star Trek II: the Wrath of Khan featured the return of a classic enemy from the original series in a thrilling adventure once again worthy of the franchise. Star Trek 3: The Search for Spock was better than the first one — but that’s not saying much, and it wasn’t much better, either. The fourth, The Journey Home, provided us with a good story, but better yet, featured once again the intriguing and funny characters we had come to know and love in the first place. Then it was as if Star Trek V: The Final Frontier, took it as a challenge to get worse again with a “search for God” theme creator Star Trek Gene Roddenberry for some reason thought would be a good story. It wasn’t. Thank goodness they followed it up with a good one, The Undiscovered Country.

By this time, they realized they had the fan following that could support a new TV series and Star Trek: The Next Generation, the first true extension of the original series’ format, took off. ST:TNG remains far and away our favorite Star Trek series — although, of course, without ST:TOS (The Original Series, as it is now known), it never could have happened. Still, those seasons of Capt. Picard and Commander Data and Ryker and Troi resonate deeply to this day. That’s why Picard works so well.

Somehow, I never really got hooked by either Voyager and Deep Space Nine. I’m still uncertain why those never interested me much. No, once more, after TNG came to en end, it was back to waiting for more Star Trek movies. The TNG movies — Generations, First Contact, Insurrection, and Nemesis — certainly did not disappoint us along the way. All of them proved to be solid stories well worth repeating beyond an initial viewing.

We loved Star Trek: Enterprise, the next entry in the TV catalog of Star Trek storytelling — but it never really did catch on. Too bad, as I felt they were doing a great job of not just giving us more prequel back story but tying up some loose threads from prior plotlines.

The 21st Century rebooted James T. Kirk  in a new origin movie simply called Star Trek. Energized by another Enterprise crew we already knew but still had yet to meet, we eagerly any sequel, and were rewarded with Star Trek Into Darkness and Star Trek Beyond, more stories from this alternate Star Trek timeline. Sure, same people, different timeline branching off. Why not? It’s science fiction, folks! Nothing like multiple timelines and overlapping realities merging and diverging to generate endless story possibilities, right?

The continued interest in the various Trek iterations and the emergence of streaming services prompted the birth of Star Trek: Discovery, ushering in an era of new shows. I sure wish that Discovery felt less like a disappointment, but it never actually felt anything like a prequel, as billed. It never even really felt like it belonged in the same set of stories. I guess it did serve the purpose of continuing the franchise, enabling both Picard and Strange New Worlds.

Thanks for that. We’re still boldly going into the Star Trek future’s past — if that makes sense. But, hey, it’s science fiction — it doesn’t have to make sense.

It just has to make good story.

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Happy Teacher Appreciation Week!

Happy Teacher Appreciation WeekA shout-out to all the classroom teachers out there this Teacher Appreciation Week!

Hearty thanks to each & every one of you for all that you do to help students of all ages learn what they want and need to know.

I come from a family of educators, so I know the struggles. My grandfather, G.M.C. Massey, taught in one-room schoolhouses in rural Texas in the early 20th Century. My mom taught high school mathematics for nearly twenty years. My brother taught one hundred semesters — 30+ years with summer semesters! — in the Houston Community College system. So many of my aunts and uncles and cousins have been teachers, I could not possibly list all of their names here.

Me, I never wanted to be a teacher. It took me years to truly appreciate the role they played in my life. Mostly, I tested my teachers’ patience while I was going to school. I recall specific elementary teachers because I got in trouble in their classrooms so often. My middle school teachers remain a blur because I’d learned to lay low and just do the work by then. High school seemed more like an endurance contest than education, though I certainly had a few good teachers.

I cannot imagine being my teacher. I’d’ve hated to have me as a student, that’s for sure! Looking back, I appreciate the perseverance of any teacher who had to deal with me and all teachers running any classroom of kids.

I know I couldn’t do it. Sure, I spent 10 years as a classroom trainer at the Brown Schools. But training a group of adults for a week on specific but limited job skills does not begin to compare to what every classroom teacher does all the time, day in, day out. That was clearly beyond what I could do.

Even when I went back to graduate school in education, it was not to become a teacher. No, I wanted to design and develop training materials. My freelance work emphasized corporate training, but would eventually include writing educational materials.

Each of the educational projects I worked on reminded me of the incredible role the classroom teacher plays, like some sort of wizard evoking understanding from the student. I found my appreciation growing from afar. By the time I helped prepare some teacher training materials, I felt humbled being asked to help these living wizards do their jobs. I learned more from them on each of those projects than I could ever teach them.

So, here’s to all the teachers out there, the workers of wonders who help us all learn how to grow into our strengths.

 

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A Half-Century After High School

My high school class is holding our official 50th Reunion tonight. The Memorial High School Class of ’72 will celebrate a half-century since we parted ways after graduation.

I will not be going. I had been planning on it but our travel plans fell through last week.

Our graduation program

I have attended most of our prior reunions. At the 10th, someone stopped me to request a song from the band. They looked genuinely startled when I said wasn’t with the band, I was a fellow graduate. I skipped the 20th due to the price tag as well as realizing my wife, Sara, had less than zero interest in attending anyone’s high school reunion, much less with a lot of people she never knew.

I always attended these reunions with a fair of trepidation as well as anticipation. In 1987, I nearly turned back from our 15th reunion as I approached the festivities, overwhelmed by a wave of anxiety. Had I not immediately run directly into 2 other friends likewise unsure about entering and happy to see me, I might have left. We went ahead on in and enjoyed the evening.

I am not a particularly social fellow and I was not heavily involved in our class activities during high school. I skipped all the pep rallies and football games. I hardly dated and never went to the dances. Certainly, I had friends and I am not trying to complain. But at our 30th reunion, I actually spent most of the evening talking with my friend, Tracy Joyce’s wife, Dale. Having met her when they started dating a year after high school, I’d known her nearly as long as all my classmates, and I just felt more comfortable catching up with her and Tracy.

It was a big school with our graduating class numbering over 600. At one of the early reunions, I realized I suffered from I called “homeroom syndrome.” That is, I simply did not know most of the people I went to school with who were at these reunions. The exceptions were the people from my alphabetically designated homeroom cohort that remained together all 4 years. So, I tend to know classmates whose last names end in “B” of maybe even “C”, but those other folks with last names starting with, say, “H”, “N” or “S” were strangers to me unless our paths had crossed in a class.

Many people recall their high school years as the “halcyon days” of their youth. I have even heard some people saying those were the best years of their lives. Not so much for me. Not only did I skip pretty much all the football games, dances, and pep rallies, but I tried to skip my senior year entirely. My brother assured me I could get into UT early and I already knew I wanted to move to Austin. Our folks did a cute sidestep by not telling me “No” directly, but saying they had budgeted for me to start college the next year. If I wanted to start early, I would have to pay my own way.

I went ahead and finished high school instead.

The biggest thing about attending these reunions at this point, I suppose, is simply that most of the people I would really most like to see will not be there. Several are dead, including some of my closest friends, like Mike Eddy, Duane Prestwood, and Mike McNaughton — all of whom shared a college house with me.

Many others simply never attend these things. Some do stay in touch, either in real life or through social media. Still, some seem to have vanished entirely, leaving no apparent trace. Again, several of my closest high school friends are among these “missing,” who are most likely simply uninterested in waxing nostalgic over a brief chunk of shared time 5 decades ago. The thing is, I’d still like to see several of those folks, but I know that will never happen at a high school reunion.

I am sure all my old classmates attending tonight will have a great time. I do regret not being able to make this one, but I’m also aware that my deep-rooted, but usually hidden, social anxiety never kicks in harder than just before these reunions. So, it was never going to be a non-stop fun-filled night of nostalgic camaraderie for me. I simply had hoped for an evening of reconnecting with a handful of former classmates. No doubt, I would have enjoyed myself this evening.

So, enjoy the festivities, my friends!

 

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Down the Rabbit Hole with Tim McCanlies

Finding a movie to watch these days can be both a challenge and an adventure, given such an abundance of options. Between streaming services and DVDs, the possibilities can be overwhelming. The streaming services’ algorithmic recommendation engines offer unlimited opportunities with limited guidance. But this does mean they can come up not just with obvious suggestions but also obscure gems.

That’s how I ran across “Alabama Moon,” and that was all it took to send me down the rabbit hole of watching the heartfelt films directed by one of my favorite filmmakers, Tim McCanlies.

Most of his output as director is readily available, either on streaming services or DVD. I started with that new-to-me discovery, then watched again his directorial debut, a lovely “little” film, “Dancer, Texas Pop. 81.”

Most of his movies fall into the category of “little” movies with heart, even his most popular film, “Secondhand Lions.” Certainly, his Christmas movie was never going to be a blockbuster, but it’s a biggie around here during the holidays.

But whatever happened to “The 2 Bobs”?

Both “Alabama Moon” and “The 2 Bobs” share the same release date of 2009, rather unusual for most directors. In a speech Tim gave at AFI in 2009, he explains how he was recruited to direct “Alabama Moon,” which he did not write. Wrapping up that shoot at the end of 2008, he started shooting “The 2 Bobs” immediately afterwards, finishing it just in time for SXSW as per typical game designer crunch mode.

Somehow, I had never heard of “Alabama Moon” before but now it’s easy to find. The reverse is true of “The 2 Bobs.” Despite a huge splash at the SXSW Film & Interactive Festival for its world premiere, it almost immediately sank from sight entirely.

Not only is it not available for streaming but it has never been released on DVD. In fact, I cannot ascertain if it ever had a general theatrical release. Beyond the SXSW premiere hoopla and a special showing at the Dallas AFI Festival a few months later, I cannot find a single mention online about this film. By the time McCanlies directed his next film (“Angels Sing”) in 2013, neither he nor an interviewer brought it up. It’s almost as if it never existed.

Then, I found the trailer online from a link on the Voodoo Cowboy website — but still no info on how to see the whole movie these days. Wonder if I ought to ask them whatever to Horizontal Bob & Vertical Bob.

Another possibility exists I suppose. The plotline of the missing movie involves a missing new video game: the story of the theft of a highly hyped new video game from its creators.
Could it be that’s what happened to “The 2 Bobs”? Was it stolen before general release?
Or was it some sort of  elaborate hoax?
We may never know.

Tim McCanlies’ Movies

Dancer, Texas, Pop. 81 (1998)

Poignant and personal portrait of 4 lifetime buddies and their solemn vow to leave tiny Dancer, Texas on the first bus out of town after high school graduation.

Some folks don’t belong in a small town.
Some folks…don’t belong anywhere else.

Secondhand Lions (2003)

Probably the most widely known of Tim’s films, this is a true treasure with Michael Caine and Robert Duvall as the crazy uncles of Haley Joel Osment.

Sometimes the things that may or may not be true are the things a man needs to believe in the most.

Alabama Moon (2009)

Based on the popular middle school novel by Watt Key, this story involves an orphaned 11-year old raised by a survivalist father forced to fend for himself in a world that would rather swallow him whole than let him live free.

Just before Pap died, he told me that I’d be fine as long as I never depended on anybody but myself.

The 2 Bobs (2009)

tAn interesting trivia tidbit for the missing movie: Devin Ratray, Buzz from the Home Alone movies, played Horizontal Bob. Would love to see his performance!

In Austin, Texas, the two legends in the world of computer games, the 2 Bobs. After years of hard work, they’re finally finishing their latest gaming masterpiece…

Angels Sing (2012)

Written by Turk Pipkin, this is a delightful Christmas card of a movie, with Willie Nelson as the mysterious Nick who works a miracle on Scrooge-like skeptic, Harry Connick, Jr. From neighbor Lyle Lovett to Kris Kristofferson to Ray Benson to a host of cameos as front porch carolers, it’s full of Austin musicians and the heartfelt emotions McCanlies loves to bring us as viewers.

Definitely one of our holiday favorites.

What ties a family together? Memories. Memories are the greatest gift a father can give his son.

Make some memories with a Tim McCanlies movie or two.

 

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Songs of Will T. Massey — “Out of This World”

 

Will T. Massey — "The Weathering"Will rarely co-wrote with other musicians. 

He included a pair of tunes co-written with Mark Luke Daniels (“Fading Away Like my Jeans” and  “Waltz Across my Mind“) on Kickin’ Up Dust as well as “Long Distance Love“, co-written by Chicago House owner, Peg Miller. 

Waiting on You,” co-written with Rosie Flores about that same was never released, but I got a rough recording of that at Will’s release party for Slow Study in 1989.

This is one of two co-writes with Will’s longtime musical partner, Dave Ducharme-Jones. This was on Will’s 2016 release, The Weathering, that Dave produced before they parted ways.

I don’t think I’ll leave love anymore,
I’ve left righteous love behind.
The cover of a schoolbook, your front door —
You taught me how to travel through time.
Letting go, saying so and “Sorry,” too
And doing so was troubled tears
Free to bend reality, I’ve chosen you,
A reason to reappear.

We’ve got to get out of this world —
Of many universes we share.
Out of this world —
Stop the time from going nowhere.

Did I come from another world to meet your eyes?
Did you live another life on earth?
Decades come and go and we’ll survive
To know what the age is worth.

We’ve got to get out of this world —
Of many universes we share.
Out of this world —
New incarnation somewhere.

We’re reflected in the windows of this bar,
The rain is coming down in swords.
Through our images over midnight cars,
What are we heading towards?

We’ve got to get out of this world —
Of many universes we share.
Out of this world —
I’m feeling like a destined pair.

We’ve got to get out of this world —
Of many universes we share.
Out of this world —
Dust of the young spring air.

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