In the spring of 1971, when I was a freshman at City College, my friend Jayson Wechter asked me if I'd like to play the lead role in a film he was making. He called it When Ya Gotta Go…, and it was about a guy who was trying to go to the bathroom but was constantly interrupted.
It sounded like fun and I agreed to do it.
Financed by a film cooperative, Jayson shot the movie at my house, in Brooklyn, where I was living with my parents, and cast it with an assortment of our friends and neighbors.
It’s a silent film, as sound syncing, in 1971, was a technological hurdle not easily overcome on a low budget. I’d also like to point out that I didn’t do nudity at the time, even if it was crucial to the plot, and that very brief glimpse of tuchas you’ll see was provided by a stand-in.
Over the ensuing decades, Jayson and I fell out of touch, and I pretty much forgot about the film. Then, through Facebook (naturally), I reconnected with Neil Zusman, the longhaired hippie on the left, in the above thumbnail. He had a digital copy of When Ya Gotta Go… and sent it to me.
How amazing it was to see myself in this time capsule, in my old apartment, with old friends and acquaintances, all of whom I’d lost touch with. If any of you happen to be reading this, here’s what I remember about you then and know about you now:
Jayson, who once made the news for pieing Watergate conspirator Charles Colson, is a private detective living in San Francisco.
The late Arthur Kirson, who plays the insurance salesman, was an English teacher at Erasmus Hall High School, in Brooklyn, and also faculty advisor to the student newspaper, The Dutchman.
Ethel Goodstein, the piano player, was my classmate at the City College of New York School of Architecture.
Neil, a classmate at Erasmus, is a Web designer, filmmaker, and teacher living in Ithica, New York.
Carey Silverstein, the other longhaired hippie, was a classmate at Erasmus and is now a rock musician living in Toronto.
Brian Rooney, the plainclothes narc, was my down-the-hall neighbor in Brooklyn.
Abby Bogomolny, who provided the music, was a classmate at Erasmus.
I don’t know who Mike Cramer (music) or S.K. Schwartzman (actor) are.
Perhaps some of you will now emerge from the mists of time to fill me in on what’s been happening for the past 40-plus years. I’m all ears.
The Weekly Blague
August 4, 2015