I made this video a few years ago - partly because I love Angelo Badalamenti's music, and also in remembrance of all the fallen angels I knew long ago during my reckless years in L.A. and Hollywood.
They pass in the shadows of my memory like distant ghosts: troubled souls who abandoned the sweet light of innocence in favor of the toxic world of eternal midnight.
The hustlers and druggies, booze hounds, drifters, pimps, prostitutes - the hopelessly lost and inevitably forgotten.
I'm remembering the fourteen-year-old hustler who used to hang out around 6th and Main in downtown L.A. - -
whose innocently deceptive face had the ethereal beauty of an archangel.
"His eyes were electric.
They could execute you."
I suppose I was always a fallen angel in one way or another: in my careless, reckless youth when I was immersed in the dangerous and destructive realms of escape from myself.
And now, a thousand years later, when the heavy burden of a chaotic life has finally collapsed and crushed me -
sapping every semblance of hope, strength, or redemption....
.....leaving nothing but fragmented pieces and the raw, sobering fact that there is no solace whatsoever in the taunting illusion of heavenly realms.
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