Greatest Lost Band of the 1960s_
INT. CAMPBELL HOUSE.
SFX a 50s
style sewing machine.
the house showing shelves of books on mystical and metaphysical topics,
folk art, sculptures, paintings, rocks, crystals.
Ardell sits at a sewing machine, watched by Glenn. She is working on matching
garments in a heavy terry cloth in a yellow/saffron color.
I had one of my dream glimpses this afternoon....
One of your visions?
You were a soldier in the jungle, crawling along on your belly. There
were four other boys with you, crawling right there next to you. You were
all terrified. Bullets were whistling just inches above you. But the bullets
would slow down - you could see them spinning silver in the air with a
singing sound - just above your heads. Then the bullets would flash away
- almost like dragonflies.
Ardell describes her vision...
Glenn along with Rick, Steve, R-Moe and Greg crawling through the jungle
mud of Vietnam, with the terrifying silver bullets hovering close then
bullets make a singing, soaring sound, not unlike Glenn's steel feeding
back in slow motion, this sound backed up by the machine gun rattle of
the sewing machine.
Sewing Machine rattle
Who were these other boys - the guys in the Answers?
No. No, I'd never seen these boys before.
So what ended up happening?
There were five boys, then four, three - they would just disappear
like smoke - Finally there was only one boy crawling down into the mud,
The bullets were swarming all over him, like silver bees, but they still
never quite touched him. Then it was over in a flash of blue light - just
Was it me? Was the last boy me?
No. No, it wasn't you, honey. It was one of the others.
I can still see his face.
VN JUNGLE. CU FACE OF RICK WHO IS CRAWLING