Tonight, Seattle!

Hey friends, if you live in Seattle please join us tonight at the Rendezvous Theater for an evening of ROCK with the Valiant Arms, The Waves, and Wow and Flutter!!!! If you live in Portland, get an oil change and meet us there! http://www.jewelboxtheater.com/main/event.php?id=2085

Rendezvous Jewelbox Theater is at 2322 2nd ave. Seattle, WA (206) 441-5823
Show starts at 10:30, only FIVE DOLLARS!!!!

The Chickens Need Us

Today I participated in a Peta protest against Kentucky Fried Chicken. http://www.kentuckyfriedcruelty.com/ I haven't protested in years, but it felt better than ever to be a part of it. Some very friendly and dedicated people joined me, and two of them heroically endured an hour and a half sweltering inside of a chicken suit, waving to motorists. I held up one end of the banner saying "Boycott Kentucky Fried Cruelty" over the freeway. We got a huge response from the road, cheerful honks and supportive waves, along with about a hundred middle fingers, several wanking-off motions, and one very enthusiastic mime chicken eater. There was one actual car accident when a trucker blind to everything except giving us the finger, failed to stop in time and hit the car in front of him. No one was injured, thank goodness, and he was pretty sheepish.

One unbelievable sight was an open-top truck filled all the way up with GUTS that passed beneath us. About two tons of animal guts, 10 feet deep, intestines and organs clearly visible. None of us could believe it, or believe the horrible, evil smell that rose from the freeway. What a strange coincidence that it should pass under our protest.

Because chickens are gentle, curious and intelligent creatures, it's truly horrific that they should endure the terror and the torture that is factory farming. Have you ever seen a truck packed with live chickens making its miserable way along the highway? Each one of those chickens is experiencing hell. Given a chance, each one of those chickens would be peacefully scratching in the shade and clucking themselves to sleep with their families.


Morningstar makes the MOST DELECTABLE "Chicken Strips" and "Beef Strips" that I eat nearly every day in fajitas, enchiladas, and on a big salad (the new "Chef" salad!) http://www.seeveggiesdifferently.com/

Also check here for the delicious and extremely savory fake chicken broth, "No-Chicken Broth" from Imagine. http://www.imaginefoods.com/products/product/1572.php

Malibu, 1978

When I was a hippie kid I used to dream about going to one of the elite, new-england horse camps I saw advertised in the back of all my horse magazines. I stared at the pictures of girls on jumping horses soaring over fences. I imagined I could become one of them, wearing immaculate jodhpurs and grooming my own horse in an elegant barn. When my grandmother offered to send me to a California horse camp called "Calamigos" in Malibu, I was beyond excited.

It was 1978. I was eleven years old and The Bee-Gees were HOT. Although not the polished English academy I had envisioned Camp Calamigos had its own kind of California glamour. Our councilors were groovy young people with mustaches and feathered hair, and the campers were children of wealthy playboys and celebrities. As a hippie kid straight from the commune I had to endure the catty girls' comments about my clothes and newly-grown armpit hair.

There were some really fun times, however. I remember with gratitude girl who lent me her brand-new pink satin jacket for a dance, and the friendly overtures from the comedian FLIP WILSON'S daughters who attended the camp at the same time as I did. Thanks, girls!

I did get to ride horses that summer. It was a dustier, more western version of my camp dream, but I enjoyed it immensely. It was my first taste of traveling on my own and being forced to ameliorate myself into a foreign culture. That's a thrill for me that's continued to today.

Stop the Madness

This sign, though charming, baffles me. What is it trying to say? Stop poop? Clean up after your dog? Be an honest and nice person? I may be over-thinking it.

Limestone Palace

The Los Angeles Getty Museum is a wonder. First of all, it's free. All of the world (professors, prols, and picknickers alike) can come to take in the architectural splendor, the incredible gardens and wide array of artwork on display. Thank you, J.Paul Getty!

The curves and lines of the shining white limestone building delight from every angle. Every single view of the building against the California desert hills and cloudless blue sky is spectacular. A super modern, sleek garden filled with flowers, cactus, and a stream that takes you through the artistic array, covers the lower part of the center. The views of the city from the outdoor courtyards are the best you could ask for. 180 degrees from downtown LA to the Santa Monica coast. Airplanes are taking off and landing at LAX, and there's a delicious breeze up there that makes a 90 degree day a lot cooler. We saw Degas, Monet, and Da Vinci, and my personal favorite Manet.

The Getty Museum is a treasure, not only because of it's stunning location and impeccable design, but because of the legacy of one of the richest men in the world giving something like this to the public. Magnifique!

"Does Jack Black live Here???"

Cora kept a sharp eye out for Jack Black and Steve Carell, while I would have settled for Eric Estrada or that guy who won "Survivor: Fiji". We were disappointed, there were no stars in sight during our visit to Santa Monica.

Our personal luminaries were out in full force however! My 90-year old grandmother, Virginia Spurgin accompanied us on some beautiful walks through my childhood neighborhood. Santa Monica is a truly lovely place, splashed by the ocean air drifting up the streets from my past: Wilshire, Montana, Santa Monica blvd. I love returning there and soaking in this magical atmosphere.

We avoided Disneyland this year, choosing instead to frolic in the warm waves and visit the superb Getty Museum. The beach was a postcard of palm trees, friendly surf and even DOLPHINS. Greg swam right next to a dolphin, and was a mite concerned it might not be a dolphin until it was properly identified.

Here is a poem I wrote:

Saint by the sea
a scrubbed clean California dream

These are the streets of the stars
And my grandparent's small-town glamor

Catalina
Marina Del Rey
Pacific Palisades and Topanga Canyon
Golden words

Warm eucalyptus and salty white sand
The grownups drink cocktails
And Bobby is doing the Hustle

"Los Angeles is a large, city-like area surrounding the Beverly Hills Hotel." -- Fran Leibowitz

Off for une petite vacance! See you all in a week!

Stencil Nation

http://www.stencilnation.org/http://www.opticnerve.com/html/vgp.htm

Russell Howze has put together a collection of street stencils from around the world in his new book, "Stencil Nation".
Russell spoke at Powell's the other night and showed slides of images from his book. It was the first time I've ever seen the stencil community. It's usually a quiet, private surprise to come upon a stencil, tucked away somewhere, unexpected. But there were about 75 people gathered there, listening to Russell speak into a microphone about his adventures and the stenciling process. "Wow. Here they are." I thought.

I started stenciling in 1984. I saw my first political street stencils in France during my year abroad. Inspired by the elegance of the French stencils, I started refining my own work. I loved the idea of street art, and put my own stencils up in Poitiers, Paris, Amsterdam, and Oregon. I noticed other artists who would regularly stencil in all of the places I went to...one in particular who painted large, human silhouettes. I saw his work in every major city I went to that year, including San Francisco, LA, and New York. One day I saw his work on bags and tee shirts, filling a small storefront window. I was IMPRESSED! He's making a living at it!

I continued creating street art stencils until the day I was caught by police. They decided to make me jump through every legal hoop they could and I was fingerprinted and given 80 hours of community service to serve. I served it, but in the meantime I started to put my stencils on large sheets of paper, and to frame them. I met the incredible artist VICTOR GASTELUM from Los Angeles who had also been stenciling for years. He showed me how to do multi-color stencils, and amazed me with his gorgeous, vibrant prints of Mexican wrestlers and hot cars. Check Victor's work here: http://www.opticnerve.com/html/vgp.htm

Stencils are a immediately gratifying form of printmaking. Colors dry instantly. You don't have to cut text out in the reverse, and there is a softness to the overspray, and a roughness to uncontrollable elements of spray paint that appeals to me greatly. You can really emphasize the elegance of line and the raw look of paint and stone or brick, or whatever surface you paint on. The only thing I'd like to change about it is the toxicity of the spray paint. Muse art supply has a new kind of non-toxic spray paint I'm going to try.

Here are two stencils I found the other day in Forest Park.


Vive l'art de rue!

A Green Haven

When the fumes of the busy city streets start to choke you, when the rumblings and exhaust of the cars and buses give you a heachache, when the red-faced men drunk on summer heat and fortified wine start to get you down....go to Forest Park.

A green haven tucked into the west hills, untouched ferns and mossy branches shading an easy path along the burbling creek. It is good therapy for the urban burnout that is sure to affect us all from time to time. If you don't have the time to get out of town, just head up to 30th and NW Upshur and enter the welcoming forested oasis for a dose of the ever-untrendy and entirely real natural world.

City of Roses

In my neighborhood there is this monster rose bush. It grows around a street pole, like many rose bushes do here, but instead of being trimmed and pruned, the residents let it grow. Masses of fragrant yellow roses weigh the ten foot stems down, more and more every day until they go from a towering arbor to a heavy, sagging tangle. It's the most beautiful thing. Standing next to it, breathing in the perfume and listening to the bees working away in that rose forest, is a treat.

Powells

This spring has been unique in its presidential campaigns, weather patterns, and life changes. In amongst the unprecedented success of Barack Obama, the violent tornadoes, heat waves and 100-year floods of the east, I have a bitchin' new job! I am a proud employee of Powell's City of Books, the largest new-and-used bookstore IN THE WORLD!

I am finally getting the time to explore this huge, wonderful place, learning where all the book sections and subsections are....New Arrivals? Green Room. Literature? Blue Room. Nautical Fiction? Why, right next to the Erotica in the Gold Room, of course. I love my coworkers, and being downtown is fun, although the 10pm Burnside bus ride home isn't very cozy. I think there may have been some pimps on my last one.

This is taken from my bus stop.

France Gall -- C'est air la (1965)

La Francaise Pop, France Gall. Dig those crazy dancers! C'est fou!

Modern Greeks

Modern Greek architecture in Salem, Oregon? A dazzling expanse of white Vermont marble? Our capital building is pretty dern fancy!

The website http://www.leg.state.or.us/ adds this about the interior:

"The rotunda, the halls, and all of the lobby areas are lined with a warm, delicately polished Rose Travertine from Montana. The floor and stair- cases of the rotunda utilize large squares of Phoenix Napoleon grey marble from Missouri with borders of Radio Black marble from Vermont."

The capital building, and the neighboring Justice and Supreme Court buildings give rare polish to the normally somewhat squalid Salem, Oregon. The care and artistry put into the elegant design of these halls represents both the respect public buildings received, as well as the sophisticated tastes of the day. Standing on the steps of the Capital does feel a bit disorienting however, with it's vast, white expanse of polished stone. It feels just the teeniest bit Mormon... but, it dresses up the town, and has some lovely sculptural friezes outside depicting historic Northwest moments!

Grizzly Man

Dodd and Elrod finally made me smile. Mark Trail has left the trail, and fled from a bear up a tree. This comic advises hikers to make loud noises or wear bells on their packs to warn predators of their presence. What could more defeat the purpose of a nature hike than loud noises and bells? Why not have a bullhorn or alarmed hiking boots? My advice is to listen. Walk super softly and pause often, and listen. Just like the animals do. Maybe you'll hear a 900 lb. mama bear and her cubs before you have to climb a tree.

Aurevoir, 4th Grade!

The end of the school year, and my child is officially a 5th grader. The last year of elementary school is surprisingly unexpected. The time between 2nd and 5th grade is so quick, before you know it your child is officially a pre-teen and on the verge of middle school. It's beautiful, watching them transform, but takes your breath away with its undeniable progression towards adulthood.


Here are some of the beautiful works of art that came home in Cora's art folder yesterday.

And here is a super-cool collage piece:

Portland, Monday Afternoon

The Valiant Arms had a photo shoot on Monday, for our upcoming release "Blue Skies and a Clean Getaway". The talented and very sweet Chad Crouch took the photos, and Tuesday Jones and Cora Rios assisted. The record will be released this summer on Jealous Butcher Records. Stay tuned!
















Eric Jensen is setting up a lovely website here:
http://www.tractoroperator.net/thevaliantarms/index.html

Western Wigstock!

Once again the annual "Taurus Trash Bash" has brightened our lives with its outrageous, creative and hilarious hi jinx. My friends Jeff and Niel host this themed costume party, and this year's Wild West theme brought out the rough and rowdy saloon girl in all of us. An extremely well-stocked bar, good food and a "pants-off" game of Twister made the day memorable. ( I swear I did not participate in the twister game.) As usual the entertainment was flawless with a great cowgirl drag show that included showtunes as well as some serious "Reba" McEntire. Greg, Leroy and I stood by the tee pee with the jello shots inside, and cheered on the dancers, the romancers, and the pants-off twister champions. Thanks again, Jeff and Niel for a great party!

Print Sale!

Print Arts Northwest (PAN) http://www.printartsnw.org/ is selling a wealth of locally-created monotype prints this weekend. These prints are the result of many local artists participating in a 3-day printmaking marathon hosted by Jane Pagliarulo at Atelier Meridian. Each artist printed for four hours, and then gallery representative and art savant Pamela Morris chose one piece from each artist to sell for a fundraiser for PAN.
Friday night was the Preview Party, and it was a tres chic soiree, to be sure. A rare, golden spring evening on the fringes of the Pearl, with rustic warehouses made into slick storefronts, the and evening sun gilding the tops of the towers. I had a great reunion with Pamela Morris, the juror of works on display, and who I knew 20 years ago in France. We were students for a year in Poitiers, a tiny medieval/college town south of Paris. I recently found photos of that year, and there's me with new wave short hair and a jean jacket, and Pamela with long blond hair and a flowered top. We were so young!
Get yourself down to PAN to see and purchase beautiful prints. Open today until 5pm!

Big Hair and Big Talent

If you haven't seen Tootsie, or haven't seen it within the last ten years, I HIGHLY RECOMMEND renting it. Tootsie has always been one of my all-time favorite movies because of the high-energy, perfectly timed performances by Dustin Hoffman, Teri Garr, and Bill Murray. (Jessica Lange I can do without.)

I mention Tootsie because it is my favorite Sydney Pollack movie, and one of his best performances as Hoffman's agent. Check this great movie trailer to get the idea:
http://www.imdb.com/rg/VIDEO_PLAY/LINK//video/screenplay/vi804782361/
(warning: liquor ad before trailer, sorry)

Sydney Pollack made a lot of good movies, and always made feel better somehow when he appeared on the screen.

"Mars is there, waiting to be reached" -- Buzz Aldrin

For four years now I have been fascinated by NASA's Jet Propulsion Laboratory's efforts to send data-collecting rovers to Mars. http://mars.jpl.nasa.gov/mgs/ It's all thanks to Mark Davis's fantastic documentary "Mars Dead or Alive" that I saw right after the 2004 launch of the two rovers, "Opportunity" and "Spirit". (Oh how I wish NASA was more creative in its naming of space craft.) The documentary showed the incredible ingenuity and determination of the team creating the rovers, and the emotional roller coaster of the launches and subsequent successful landings. The tension and delight were truly contagious. It struck me while I was watching the scientists meet these overwhelming challenges with such smart and optimistic solutions...that this was one of those things that make humans truly remarkable. The ability to create a sensitive scientific machine that will collapse, survive a launch into outer space, hurtle towards its target 35 million miles away, land on the target, bounce along unhurt, come to a stop, open itself and drive itself off of its little landing pad, and start collecting data....ON MARS is really miraculous! The team that accomplished this feat really seems to be a group of grown-up kids with enormous brains (and enormous budget) that are living their childhood dream. I wish MY brain was bigger!

Now "Phoenix" has joined its siblings on the red planet. Congratulations to the Jet Propulsion Lab Team! Here's to Phoenix lasting as long and as productively as her brother rovers.

Niche Market

Need your globe sliced? Here's the place! Around 33rd and SE Division.

Black Keys - Set You Free

Living under a rock like I do, you miss out on "new" bands. Even ones that are ten years old. But once in a while something emerges from the most unlikely of places.....for example, The School of Rock soundtrack? Yes, thanks to Cora (and Jack Black) I discovered the Black Keys, finally.

Vampire Dog

This is Faye, a large black vampire bat dog. She looks like a normal hound right-side up, but inverted she becomes..........FAYKULIA.

July, July, July!

Hey check this! The Valiant arms will play in Seattle on July 3rd with Don Blair's Seattle band The Waves! That's THE Don Blair from Some Velvet Sidewalk, people! Catch some Waves (in your Valiant Arms) at the Rendezvous Jewelbox Theater 2322 2nd ave. Seattle. http://www.jewelboxtheater.com/main/



July 10th the Valiant Arms open for Retribution Gospel Choir http://www.myspace.com/retributiongospelchoir at the Doug Fir! 830 E. Burnside, Portland, OR.
http://www.dougfirlounge.com/calendar.html#more

The RGC features Alan Sparhawk and Steve Garrington from the band Low. It should be a delightful evening of LOUD MUSIC. See you there!

Godzilla

My coworker Jeremy and I delivered the Dinosaur Leg to The World Forestry Center on Friday. Evidently I made the leg too big to get out of the basement, so we had to remove the stair rail to squeeze it up through. Finally, the leg was liberated! It sat quietly taking in the fresh air and feeling the grass beneath its chicken wire. After a few moments of we stuffed it in a minivan and Jeremy drove it away. Goodbye, Dino Leg!

The Leg is not really gone, but available for all to see at the World Forestry Center. The exhibit "Ancient Trees: Walking in the Footsteps of Dinosaurs" is on display through August 2nd.

Signed, Sealed, Delivered

Thank you, Louise! My manager graciously gave me the afternoon off to enjoy the Obama rally downtown. The rally was like a rally-dream where you get to pick all the perfect elements and create your own. River setting, sunshine, pretty bridges, enormous friendly crowd, Inspiring-Historically-Significant Leader, and oh yes, let's have THE DECEMBERISTS OPEN. How could I miss it?

Actually, I missed the Decemberists, but I imagine they were wonderful. There's no way they weren't wonderful. And even though I could only see Obama's back and occasionally his profile, and only catch every tenth word, I felt inspired. The groups around me, craning their necks and straining their ears, were inspired. We all clapped and hooted when it seemed the timing might be right. Everyone was friendly (except that one guy, and there's always one guy). I loved it. And judging by the Oregonian's front page headline "Portland Wows Obama", he liked it too.

Not to jinx it or anything, but I liked the Stevie Wonder song blasting at the end, "Signed, Sealed, Delivered"! Let's hope so.

Obama Believer

As I ride the bus or drive to work, I pass a little shop under the new condominiums at 45th and Hawthorne. I wondered...could this be Obama's campaign headquarters? It looked a little too cozy, a little too arty for that, but Obama's about CHANGE, right? Maybe this is the new campaign headquarters look. Cozy and arty, that's for me! So I stopped in yesterday to check it out.

As it turns out it is a studio space called "The Blue Zen Project", hosting the colorful and political artwork of painter T. Oliver. Mr. Oliver was there to show me around and describe his long history as an artist in the Southeast Belmont/Hawthorne neighborhood. Oliver's paintings are large, colorful and very iconic. Barack's image dominates the space, but shares it with intricate Buddhist icons, and one large painting of John Wayne. Oliver said in the past he had been instrumental in starting up the First Friday Belmont Artwalks, and that he had begun two Obama-supporting groups, "Artists for Obama" and "Budhhists for Obama".

The Blue Zen Project is a cheerful place. I like passing the once austere and modern facade of the condominiums and seeing a bright, Warholian image of Barack Obama cheering me on to work. I think Obama should stop in to meet T. Oliver and see what his headquarters could look like.

Get your "Buddhists for Obama" buttons here: http://www.cafepress.com/obamabuddha

Blue Zen Project: 4434 SE Hawthorne
Gallery Show May 16th 6-11pm A percentage of sales goes to support the Obama campaign.

Even More Beautiful -- Sam Adam's Campaign For Mayor

Monothon PDX

Saturday night, MONOTHON AT THE MERIDIAN! Jane Pagliarulo of Atelier Meridian (http://www.ateliermeridian.com/) hosted the fundraising monothon party all weekend for Print Arts Northwest. (PAN) http://www.printartsnw.org/ Guest artists were invited to fill four-hour time slots making monotypes in order for one from each artist to be chosen and sold for PAN. The artists could keep all the others that weren't chosen. I was very honored to be invited to participate, and spent Saturday night in the studio with the other artists pulling prints. It's been a long time since I shared a studio space and had the pleasure and privilege of watching other artists create their work. I really enjoyed the buzz around the press as each print was pulled, the collective "oohs" and "aahhs" from all the gathered observers. I made three prints and one disaster, and am really looking forward to the sale of the work WHICH YOU SHOULD ALL ATTEND. The sale is happening Saturday, May 31st and Sunday June 1st at PAN 416 NW 12th ave. Hours are 11:30 am - 5:30 pm Saturday and Noon - 4pm Sunday.

"Only when an artist no longer knows what he is doing does the painter do good things." --Edgar Degas

The Muse Moved Us

Friday night, ART PARTY AT THE MUSE ROOM! Peter from Muse (museartandesign.com) threw a party in the Muse Room, just down from his beautiful art supply store on Hawthorne. He brought out beautiful art supplies for painting and collage as well as these fantastic little german cornstarch thingies that look like packing peanuts. Dampen them and they STICK TOGETHER. Cora and I spent a couple of hours enjoying snacks and art time. Here are some of the winners from everyone who participated.

You Know You've Made it When...

...you're forever immortalized in velvet. Powells Bookstore has an art gallery on the third floor that is filled floor-to-ceiling with black velvet paintings. Luminaries like Snoop Dog, Jesus, Abe Lincoln, Kiss, and Kenny Rogers share a wall and blind us with their extra-luxe velvety likenesses. Oprah beams from the biggest, most guilded frame. Small, seemingly-abused children hold on to poles and weep. A devil sits on a toilet, smoking. Several large, almost 3-D breasts dare you to look away. A Powell's employee informed us that later a group of school children would attend a lecture in the gallery. I was a little worried for them, those breasts aren't for the young, or faint of heart.

Monster in the Basement

This is a life-size Brachiosaurus leg I'm making in my basement. It's not just for fun, although it may seem that way because how fun is a brachiosaurus leg, anyway? It's for work, for an exhibit we're opening on May 17th called "Ancient Trees: Walking in the Footsteps of Dinosaurs". A collection of plants related to prehistoric trees will be on display, as well as this enormous leg. It's amazing what a little chicken wire, flour and water can do!

It's a funny sight when we have band practice next to this thing.

"There's no one left to fly the plane!"

Ok, so I've been on an "Airport" binge. I started by watching "Airport '75" and liked it so much I quickly went on to "Airport '77", and then the original "Airport". I have yet to see "Airport: Concorde", but now that I know JJ "Dino-mite" Walker is in it, it's next on the list. My favorite of all of them is definitely "Airport 75". This one gives you all the Hollywood star-power, and thrilling action you could ask for. Throw in a great 70's movie score and a performance by Helen Reddy as a singing nun, and you've got a completely entertaining experience!

These movies are like the Towering Inferno and Poseidon Adventure in that you see old, glamorous Hollywood stars mingling with the young and the hip 1970's celebrities. In "'75" you've got Myrna Loy (from the incomparable "Thin Man" series of the 1930's) and freaking GLORIA SWANSON fer chrissake, playing HERSELF, as well as Karen Black the ultimately spunky stewardess who gets to fly the plane (and who wears the cutest polyester stewardess outfits), and Eric Estrada ("Chips") who is hilariously "Hispanic" and an ass-grabbing pilot. Even little Linda Blair is onboard as the sick child passenger.

One of my favorite older actors, Dana Andrews, who gave a touching performance as a World War II vet in the great movie"Best Years of Our Lives" plays the unfortunate pilot of a small plane who has a heart attack and collides with the 747 jet. Poor Dana Andrews is history.

Airport 77 is another bizarre mix of old and new stars. Jack Lemmon of all people, one of the best comedic actors of our age, plays the heroic pilot. In a moustache! Brenda Vaccaro, hottie-stewardess in a green turtleneck is his love interest, and then there is Joseph Cotten, of the classic noir"The Third Man", one of the greatest movies of all time, as an elderly passenger. Joseph *%# Cotten! What a shock! I've never seen him old, before. He was always this dangerous younger man in Hitchcock films.

In this movie there is another in-flight performance by a truly awful blind singer, complete with big black shades and singing "If you close your eyes, maybe you can see the beauty in me".I couldn't. And his character didn't make it. The tragedy in "77" is that first the plane is hijacked, then it flies into the BERMUDA TRIANGLE (remember that? Whatever happened to the Bermuda Triangle?) and then it crashes and becomes submerged. That sounds like a lot of action, but surprisingly it's a bit slow, so unless you really like watching Jack Lemmon in a moustache (which I do), it's not the best choice.

"Airport" isn't that good, frankly, even though Dean Martin is in it and it was nominated for several Oscars, including Best Picture. Helen Hayes actually won a best-supporting actress award for her role as the little-old-lady-stowaway. The corniest roll ever, it must have been a slow year at the movies. Fortunately, all four movies star George Kennedy as Joe Patroni ("They don't call them 'emergencies' anymore, they call 'em 'Patronis'!")

So do yourself a favor and rent "Airport '75". You'll spot some other stars who are still working today....I won't ruin all of the surprises. If you feel like splurging, or if you get really drunk and are shopping online, you can pick up the "Airport Terminal Pack", all four movies on dvd.