<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"When I was a kid there were rumors in the family about some animated shorts my dad had made in the ’60s–Dream of the Sphinx<\/i> and, with Adam Beckett, The Letter<\/i>. He’d won prizes in France, they said, been a shooting star in the obscure world of experimental animation where folks make movies about the inner lives of tomatillos and lint people who come to life in laundromats at night.<\/p>\n
Where are the films? <\/i> We wanted to know.<\/p>\n
Sold. Lost. Somewhere.<\/p>\n
Oh.<\/i><\/p>\n
So it was kind of cool and out of the blue nowhere when a researcher emailed a few days ago asking after James Gore and directing me to the library where the old reels live. I poked around the internet a bit, emailed another filmmaker. It seems the shorts were screened in classes at CalArts for decades. And my dad’s been an elusive sax-playing mystery man of trippy experimental animation yore.<\/p>\n
Could you put me in contact with him?<\/i> They asked.<\/p>\n
I can try.<\/i><\/p>\n
But, alas, the mystery man remains elusive. He’s off fishing with sea gypsies in the gulf of Thailand.<\/p>\n
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