strange experience tonight, watching dazed and confused with my ambivalent randall "pink" floyd-like 17-year-old footballer. on this night, he was also subject to his first contact with law enforcement -- pulled over for venturing into a gated community without the appropriate sticker. he says advice from david brooks' on paradise drive helped him avoid a ticket, but i really don't wanna know details on this one.
the lad spent much of the movie trying to peg me to a particular character and marveling over jocks' carte blanche in the 1970s. perhaps not surprisingly, he was quite familiar with the purplefog-nugentsmith soundtrack -- a nod to the enduring power of classic rawk on local airwaves. i'm not so concerned about exposing him to the film's explicit drug references, i guess, though i'm a li'l uneasy about subjecting an impressionable musician to the runaways and -- heaven help us -- black oak arkansas. but he's 17 now, so i'm easing up on the age-graded censorship. ideally, he's mature enough to handle any subversive content in dazed and confused or, for that matter, on paradise drive.