FALLEN ANGELS

  




I've made over fifty videos (hopelessly amateur endeavors). Out of all of them, this one is my favorite - partly because I love Angelo Badalamenti's music, and mostly because it touches my heart.

There's no secret message here. It's simply a lament. A remembrance of the fallen, the lost, the forgotten. Those faded ghosts who linger in the purgatory of distant time, crying for a validation that was never granted.

I'm thinking of 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 unanswered prayers:  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, desperately lonely,  inevitably abandoned.

I was one of the fallen: in the recklessness of youth when I was immersed in the dangerously 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  redemption....
.....I'm left with fragmented pieces of an unending puzzle and the sobering fact that escape is elusive, and no solace exists in the taunting illusion of heavenly realms. 



Don't try to read too much into this. It's not intended to make sense.....merely some random thoughts on a restless winter night....



Note: I've posted this video before, but I'm rehashing it because I'm in a plaintive mood. Video is best viewed full-screen