Saw an incredible movie. Gary Busey in The Buddy Holly Story. Absolutely incredible. Kay and I finally went yesterday afternoon. Sat outside in the parking lot and got totally stoned and staggered in to see this absolutely incredible movie. I mean Gary Busey breaks right through into another dimension. He is so good he isn’t even acting. He’s just doing it to death. You don’t realize how fucking good he is until he is off the screen for a second and you realize that everybody else is completely Grade B and he is definitely prime stuff. Prime A-1. Great. At one point, he is sitting down at the table with his parents and they urge him to go to college so he’ll have something to fall back on and he says, cool as you please, “I don’t intend to fall back.” I mean, the man is a genius. There was a scene where ol’ Buddy Holly was playing rock and roll and the kids were just flocking to him and it was like they said, “This dude has to be god.” And I remember Springsteen saying there was a god and He had told Bruce there was an eleventh commandment but Moses was too nervous to deliver it and that commandment was LET IT ROCK. I mean to say, Gary Busey rocks the entire movie. Great, great, great.
Hopeful note: Last night at dinner, I told Peter White he ought to take his wife and go see Buddy Holly and Joel Goldberg, the president of Rich’s Department store, leaned over and said: “Did you see it? Wasn’t it tremendous?” I couldn’t believe it. I laughed and laughed. I was so pleased. Rave on, Buddy! Rave on!