I love dark places, martinis, passionate kissing, naps, modern art, great movies, filmmaking, talented writing, good cologne, interesting conversation and going places I've never been before. Sometimes I like to take someone with me.
Here I am at Barnes&Noble in Manhattan giving the intro to my reading and discussion of "THE FAME GAME!"
Charles Casillo on Fame from Fame Game on Vimeo .
My man Dino! Dean Martin that is. A class act always! Time to change my video of him and prove once again why Dino is the man!
Maybe you! You'll never meet anyone else like me. I'll never meet anyone else like you. We have to go through hundreds of people to find the few we can actually have some sort of connection with. I'm interested in meeting every creative, intriguing, ambitious, warm-hearted person in the world who has an ounce of integrity. I figure it won't take long.
Just a side note...I don't except pages set to "PRIVATE" unless there is a message introduding what your about too.
Physically, I guess I find myself attracted to confident individuals who do what's right for them, without following dictated trends, or language, or styles in order to feel cool, accepted and attractive. My motto of late: Take a good book to bed--or an author who's written one!
Sinatra, The Beatles, Ella Fitzgerald, Billy Idol, Billy Joel, Billie Holiday, Bobby Darin, Elvis Presley, Diana Krall, Diana Ross, Dean Martin, Elton John, Louis Armstrong, Dinah Washington, Michael Buble...rockabilly etc etc More recently I'm becoming seriously addicted to Amy Winehouse--for which I've already been to rehab to no avail.
Here's two of the best: Sinatra & Presley
Trouble thy name is Amy Winehouse. Ah the time we had when she was in New York and I was in New York in a kingdom by the sea. She sniffs me out...like I was Tanqueray.
Silence of the Lambs, Vertigo, The Godfather, What's Up Doc?, Some Like it Hot, The Exorcist, Blue Velvet, All About Eve, Strangers on a Train, Dressed to Kill, Hannah and Her Sisters, Bringing Up Baby, Rosemary's Baby, Rope, Wife Vs. Secretary, Match Point....Anything John Waters, Almodovar, Hitchcock, David Lynch.
It really depends on my mood. One night I was depressed and found myself tremendously cheered up by watching "Gidget." It made me feel better.
The perfect example of a film's power to transform and touch and move...is what happened this weekend. It was raining and cold here in New York. On the inside too. I was very melancholy and the phone was not ringing...but I had the movie "Music & Lyrics". It's not the sort of movie I would usually choose-- a sappy sentimental romantic comedy. Somehow it made it onto my Netflix list and it arrived on Saturday, like a message. Like a good omen. It was the potion I needed and totally lifted me. I found myself weeping when Drew Barrymore and Hugh Grant did the duet "Way Back Into Love" (Oh yes, I can be quite a wuss). The song is also very corny but so razor sharp, so perfectly suited to where I am in my life right now--and how I feel--I would have given a finger to have written it myself. This is actually Drew and Hugh singing it in the demo version. Drew is charming in the movie and her voice is really sweet and, after a hiatus, I'm in love with her again.
Law & Order, Project Runway, Forensic Files, 48 Hours, Judge Judy (favorite Judy quote, "The world is filled with stupid people. Touch every third person and you're touching an idiot."), I Love Lucy, Cold Case Files. I also just love going around and around stopping 1 minute here and 3 minutes there.
Reading is like watching movies. It really depends on your mood. Heavy biographies to chick lit. But some of my favorites off the top of my head:
"City of Night" by John rechy (Rechy has had a major influence on my life and career). "Lolita" by Nabokov, "Veronica" by Mary Gaitskill, "A Certain Age" by Tama Janowitz, "Play it As it Lays." by Joan Didion, "Anne Sexton" by Diane Middlebrook....Charles Bukowski, Dennis Cooper, Dominick Dunne..Cheever, Carver, Richard Yates, Capote, David Sedaris (I was the first person in the world to interview him)...oh God...so many, I know I'm leaving dozens out.
I fell in love with Mary Gaitskill the first time I opened her book of short stories, "Bad Behavior," in a book store in the West 50s in Manhattan. She's really, really good.
My parents--who love me in spite of the spectacular mess I am. Other than that, I'm obsessed with brilliance. I love discovering and acknowledging talented people who haven't become mainstream yet.
I'm totally turned off by people who clone themeselves into becoming part of a scene in order to feel accepted.
In the history of brilliance my favorite era is the 1950s and 60s. I'm particularly moved and inspired by fiercely sensitive people who put so much of themselves into their art that they flared white hot for a brief period and then burned out at an early age, leaving a totally compelling and untouchable body of work. (Joe Orton, Billie Holiday, Lenny Bruce, Marilyn Monroe, Montgomery Clift, Bobby Darin, Sylvia Plath). Depression, suicide, fascinates me? Why? I guess it's always been in there, somewhere.
I also love artists whose talent inspired others and changed the direction of their field (Sinatra, Picasso, The Beatles)
My muses are beautiful things that die too young or tragically without fully realizing their potential: James Dean, Sharon Tate, Sal Mineo, Jean Harlow. I could spend hours lying in bed devising fantasies where I save them, and what might have been had they lived.
Then again I lie in bed devising fantasies about a lot of things...but I do have to keep a little mystery to myself. Don't I?