By Francis Friel, The Projectionist

Part Two: The Fangs Come Out

A while back a friend of mine had the chance to go see Patti Smith give a talk, or read from a book or whatever it is that she does these days. Maybe she played music? Maybe it was on Easter and she played that song about Easter? I forget, but the most important part (for me anyway) was when he said she gave the following advice: Take care of your teeth. Take care of your teeth! You go see Patti Smith. Your hero. This person with a lifetime of experience and wisdom and trials and this and that and what’s her grand take on everything? Take care of your teeth. FUCK.

By Francis X. Friel, The Projectionist

Part One: The Silent Era

I’ve loved silent movies and Universal monsters since I was little. Growing up in Philly in the early and mid-80s, every Saturday morning I’d get up at around 5am and run downstairs to watch TV. There would always been some weird old movies on, or, even better, reruns of Fractured Flickers. I’d see the clips and iconic images from so many classic silent films before I’d ever see the whole movies, and those became burned into my brain and are still with me today.