I'm rooting for you, Darren, but I am hopeless with those chats.

I gave up on them years ago after a couple of times trying to log on and failing.  Seems as if they always have problems with gonzo hackers flooding the rooms, etc.

Some people just have to ruin everyone's fun.

But honestly you would think restoring the DS films would be a no-brainer even for a WB exec.  I mean, have they ever tried doing a Net search for "Dark Shadows" and then looked at a few of the 300 plus sites that pop up?

Best wishes with your project,

Gothick

Just in case it helps, I believe the MPI volume # of Grayson's return is 130.

Other than that, I don' know NAHSSING bout cable descramblers.

Hugs,  Gothick

Re the "more dead bodies than the last act of Hamlet," I thought there was a line like that in the script of hoDS?  It may have made it into the paperback novel scribbled by the delightfully talented, piquantly literary "Marilyn" Ross.

resolutely keeping a str8 face,

Gothick

Well, we'll know it's bad when the phone rings and we hear Judith Collins Trask on the other end, archly informing us that now we have all the time we need to meditate!

We're still waiting the approach of The White Stuff (hmmm, Tom Stoppard's next novel?) here in the Ancient New England Bastion of Propriety (means keep a straight face in public and always have a flask of hooch stashed in the glove compartment).

Gothick

I never knew that a British rock band had recorded this song!  Too bad that Fairport Convention did not record it on Liege and Lief (with the gorgeous Sandy Denny singing the lead!)

I've heard and sung it myself for many years at Lammas, a festival honoring the harvesting of the first fruits from the Land held every year in early August.

Gothick

Hi Raineypark, this is so weird... on another of my lists, we are currently discussing Harvest Home as well, as someone had a dream of the enactment of the Dionysiac Sacrifice last night--the beautiful young God torn into pieces by a horde of ecstatic women, then borne in solemn funeral procession through the fields and sown amongst the crops to revivify the Land.

Bear in mind that any time any mundane person sees an image of a Horned God, they think "Satan."  It does not matter that for thousands of years before mediaeval Christianity, horns represented authority and wisdom.

I also do not think that people who do not at least have some sort of basic emotional or psychic attunement to the Old Religion understand about the harvest sacrifices and the turning of the wheel of the year through ritual acts.  For instance, in the Wicker Man (I am finally supposed to see the restored version of that this weekend), according to what I recall of the film, the islanders did not feel they were being evil or manipulative.  They were doing what was necessary to ensure the survival of their own community and the fruitfulness of their Land.

I really pray that none of us has to experience the harsh realities of life in a subsistence society, but I wonder whether our continued trashing of the environment may not result in a time when we go to the supermarket and find the shelves bare.

Thoughtfully,  Gothick

Thanks, Brian, for sharing this exciting news.

Ernest in Love has always been a scarce item.  I saw a copy of the vinyl on sale in Footlights Records, I believe for around $30 a few years back.

With Louis' presence on the disc, and the Oscar Wilde theme, this will be an attractive item for many collectors.

Louis re-recorded at least one song from this show on his own 1990s solo CD.

Best wishes,

Steve

Hi Luciaphil,

I saw it on tape a year or two ago.  I thought it was OK but don't know that I would ever want to sit through it again.  It's a twisted variant on the old house-is-the-monster tale.  It's well mounted and far more polished than DC's DS features.  Bette is a lot of fun in it, and Reed and Black both do well, as does the child actor (in what I think of as "the David Henesy role"), plus Burgess Meredith has a lovely little cameo in it.  But the actor who really steals the show is this guy whose name completely eludes me, who plays a MEGA creepy chauffeur in certain sequences.  He has no lines and there are no special FX, yet he practically made me jumping out of my skin with fright.  And it takes a lot to scare an old buzzard like yours truly.

Maybe you'll have the chance to rent the DVD so you can enjoy the commentary Darren masterminded. That sounds like it would add a fun, fascinating element.  I personally still do not own a DVD player, though I have come to the regretful conclusion that I do need to get one eventually.  I shudder to think of the acrobatics actually setting it up will require.

A Matriarch in Waiting,

Gothick