I'm heretohonorthisplaceandwhat I didherewhat I collectedheresothat I couldstepouttomorrowandmakeanothermovieanduseitandmakethatthingformysonsthat I couldnotdoif I justkindofdiedtoday.
Thefutureiswhere I'm goingWhatcan I dowiththisthan 24 hoursofthefire?
I wentthrougheverythingouthere, everyinchofthisstuffwithmydaughterandmysisterandneighborshelpingme, we'd holdoutlittlepiecesofremembranceswith a meananythingtoanybodyelse.
No, I certainlyhavenovalueanymore.
Buttheymeantsomethingtome.
So I siftedthrougheverythingeverysingleweek.
I wasupherethreeinthemorning, fourinthemorning, lookingthroughtheboxes.
I'm filingthatbox.
I'm gonnausethatinthisfilm.
I'm gonnausethatidea.
I'm gonnasendthisideatoanotherguybecause I can't doit.
But I knowitshouldbedone.
I duglike a crazyman, and I knewwhat I waslookingfor.
Piecesofthememoriesthat I couldsharewithsomeoneelse, particularlymysons.
Lookatmyhairand I wantedtoleavethemmyfather's paintingsandmyfilms.
Thatwaswhere I feltmyassetwas.
Thatwaswhat I couldleavetheseboyssothattheywouldknowtheirdadbecausetheycouldseehisfilmsandtheyhadallthishistory.
Sowhenyouloseyourhistoryandyou'renotyoungandyouwanttoleavesomethingasmeaningthatcarriesthevaluesofyou, that's a hardloss.
Mysister, shetookonthejobofsavingthephotographs.
Hisalbumrescuesomeofhisphotoalbums, one.
So I gotthesethousandsofcurleduppicturesonwhattodowithhim.
Rightnow, I'm interestedinstillphotographybecause I believethatstillscapturemomentsintimeandthatyoucanlookthroughthestillintomuchmorethanistheretheimages I collectedwithonesthatsaidmorethanthefaceortheysceneorthelightsomethingdeeper?
I knowwomenhavethepower, theheart, thesoul, theemotion.
Womenaremorethaninteresting.
1000 a 1,000,000 differentemotionsinwaysandlooks.
So I collectedwomenphotos, and I liketheoneswheretheyexpressthemselvestoeachother.
Inotherwords, thecamerapersonwas a womanratherthantheoneswheretheywereposingfor a manon.
I gotbycollectingthesethingswhere I couldseethedifference, likeoftentimescouldseetheshadow.
Anditwas a woman's hairoratfrontobjectshavebeauty.
It's beautiful.
In a way.
I'm intriguedbyburned.
Itwasamazing.
Itwaslikethefirewasaddingnottothevalueofthesethings, butthatwasn't reallywhat I wantedanyway.
But I reallywantedwastheimageinthepoweroftheimageintheburnaddedtoit.
I'm filmingMobilOiltelevisioncommercialsandplaywith a funwayinthattimewhen I wentoutthere, thesepeoplewereadventurousexplorers, reallydoingtheheavyliftingstrainwhenyou'rewritingthetonesonthepipe.
Butit's rewarding.
It's hardwork.
I lovedbeingwiththeseguys.
I loveflying a helicopterwithflyingintowestofIranupneartheIraqiborder.
I lovebeingdroppedonoilrigsgoingthroughthejungleinallofit, fromthefirstpeoplethatcomealonghavetocut a linewiththeirParangSzeknivesandcutthroughthejungle.
Okay, I wasadventuringand I wascapturingtheiradventureanditranonprimetimecommercialtelevision, andmycommercialsactuallygotreviewedbyTheNewYorkTimes.
Itwaslikethebestofallworlds.
16 millimeter.
Thisisthestory, man.
Thisiswhatthestoryisabout.
16 millimeter 10 realer.
Theyusedtocallit a wonreelection.
It's 10 minutescalled a onereeler 400 feet A projectornow 60 millimeterprojectors.
Youstillknowwhattheyare.
And I love I hadquite a few.
I loved 16 millimeterprojection, eventhesound.
EverythingAbout 16 millimeterThemachine, Therewind, therewindswhen I wasearly.
I was 23 when I didthisinSouthTurkeyCreek, NorthCarolinainthehomeof 82 yearoldbanjopickersingerbasketball, Marlon's free, There's a basketandhiswife, Frieda.
I gotdownherefromQueens, LongIsland, where I livedtimefirsttimeonanairplane, and I haveneverseenanythingfamilyandextendedfamilyintheinnocentssweetnessbeautyofthisdanceinthesepeople's.
So I startdancing.
That's medancingwiththecamera.
Nobodyhadeverdonethatbefore.
I certainlyneverdonethatbefore.
Andoh, boy, was I luckytobetheretofilmthis.
TheLibraryofCongressboughttheoriginalnegativefrommeandalltherightsonthedayofmydeath, and I knowwhytheyboughtit.
But I keptthoseouttakesand I rolledfilmlike a traditionaldocumentaryguy.
Sure, I saidtheshowwasover, butitreallywasn't because I wasstillfilming.
I wouldsaymyfirstinterviewwithBobDylan, myinterviewwithJoanBaez, 1972 outtoCaliforniatofilmhersinginginherhome, such a powerfulpersonwhoactuallytookshowerswithherclothesonoutside.
I'd almostneverbeentoCalifornia, and I'd neverseenanythinglikethat.
That's justthebeginning.
I mean, God.
Butotherstuffthat I hadsavedAlfredEisenstat, thegreatphotographerfromLifemagazine.
He's theexecutiveproduceranddirectorofthispictureintheinstitutiontodaythatsay a fewwords.
Mypartnerand I havebeenworkingforthisconcertforabout a year.
Youhaven't seenmostus, and I guess I haven't seenmostofyou.
Butittookus a yeartogetthisthingtocomeoff, and I stilldon't knowwhatit's gonnabelike.
I understandthatpeopledon't wanttobephotographed, soanyonewho's behindthatlinewillnotbeshotbythecameras.
Okay, Butbaby P B kingatSingSingPrisonmypartnerand I invitedKingandgotthewardentosayyesandranthisconcertandmadethisfeaturedocumentary, whichisunbelievabletowatch.
And I don't knockthepeoplewhohavethepointofviewthattheyjustwanttodo.
Theydowanttomakepeoplelookbad.
It's notmyway.
Okay?
Hey, man.
Probablycan't seethat.
MonheganIsland, Maine.
I was a kidinMoneganIsland, Maine, andmyfatherpaintpictures.
Therehewaspoorartist, starvingartist, a graphicdesigner, butneverreallyhadanygutstosellhimself.
Sonevermadeanymoney.
Buthedidcollecttype.
And I lovedmycollectionoftype, whichwasleftleftmebyhim.
Andthat's beautiful.
That's from 18 60.
Thesewerelittlethings.
It's soldthatsoldthesteamengine.
Thesewere, like, usedonyourbusinesscard.
Toydealertrunkmaker.
Ah, I lovelove.
Stilllovethis.
I lovethispaper.
Yeah, youcouldbuymoreofit, youknow?
Hey, lookatthat.
I mean, lookatthat.
Myfatherlovedit, and I loveitcuts.
Andlastmonth I wenton, umah, holidaytoPennsylvania, Dutchcountrytryingtoseeif I could, like, findoldthingsandbuythemagainbecause I hadsomuchhereand I wentintothestoreand I saw a book I hadand I saidtotheguy, I'd liketobuythatbook.
Hesaid, Oh, no, no, no.
Thatbook's notforsale.
That's justherebecause I loveit.
Anditwasoneoftheones I had.
Itwaslikethisoneoftheonesmyfatherhadgivenme.
So I walkedoutofthestoreandtheysaid, TheHeidi, I don't knowif I'lleverbuyanythingagain.
I don't knowif I should.
Thatwasanera.
Thatwas a timethatwasNewEnglandwhenyoucouldgointothis, theantiquestorelike I didwhen I was a kidandjustsay, Howmuchisthatbook?
25 cents.
50 cents?
Itdidn't matterwhatthebookwasinthebook.
Itwasallbooksfor 25 centsthesmagazines.
Theywerewaybeforemytime.
I had a lotofthemfascinatedbythewaywomenwerepresentedtwomenat a timewhenyoucouldn't reallyshownudity.
I meanthatthesephotographs, thewaythey'vetakenthatskillofthisguywith a speedgraphic, whichmyfatherhad.
And I believethatanygreatcamerapersonand I wasprettygoodinmyday.
Knowsit.
Yougottahavesound.
Soundsgottaberich.
It's gottobealive.
So I keptalltheserecordssothat I wouldhavetherightkindofsound.
I usedtoplayhimbeforeeverymovieinthemidstofworkingonthemovie.
I'd playtherecords, someonemusic, andsomewouldtalk a lotwithtalk.
Here's somethingreallyrare.
Thisis a tapeofmymotheronsomethingcalledHalfInch.
Itonlyrested.
Itonlylastedfor a shorttime, andthenhalfinchwasgone.
Andthat's mymother's tape.
I wanttodothistakebecause I seemtohave a greatdealtosay, Whatisthis?
Thisinnerthing?
See, thethingisvitalityforlife.
I can't findanotherway.
Whateversituation.
I mean, I getsomething.
I think I'velearnedmoreinmylastillnessaboutmyselfandabouttheway I'velivedmylife, and I findit a mostexcitingsubject.
I don't knowifitwillbe.
Tellthepeoplemake a babyitprobietomygrandchild, but I finditmost I findmyselfmostexcitingandallthisTylertheGreatSealofofficeinthehouseand I realizedthatallmylifeinsideofmesecretly I thought I wasgoingtobesomeonegreat.
Well, I maynothavedoneanythinggreat, but I shouldlivelifeinthegreatway.
That's what I'm beginningtorealize.
Always.
I seemtomakedecisionsthatwerelikeaccidents.
And I realizenowtheyweren't accidents.
Theyallwentintherightdirection.
Maybethesituationwasevennotsogood.
But I livedit.
I didn't justpassthrough.
I throwitdownnowbecause I don't wantit.
I don't wanttotakeitwithme.
I'm nottryingtotakeitawayfromthisplace.
I lovethishouse.
I lovedmytimeworkinginthisstudioin a body, doingatthetopofthemountainlookingdownatSantaCruz, and I toldthefiremanwhentheyleftandtheinsurancepeoplewhentheycameDon't youtakethisstuffyet?
I'm proudofthat.
So I asked a colleagueofminewho, uh, 39 yearsagowasfilmingwithmeandhasbeen a filmpersonallhislife, likemetocomeupwithmeso I couldjusthave a momentwhere I couldreflectonitSo I couldtellthatstoryofthattimewiththecredibilitythatthisburnedouthulkofwhatwasmyarchiveandmylivingarchive.
Whatitwaasandwe'llneverbeagain.
Andthat's okay, because I toucheditsooften, and I useditsooftenthatitgaveit.