On Re-watching Rumble Fish after a Grand Mal Seizure

Much can be said about viewing a good movie/film when concerned with repairing one's mental state. & in this case, re-watching Rumble Fish re-invigorated my well being substantially. I first saw it way back in late '84 or early '85, off in Eugene, Oregon, probably during my senior year at the U of O. It & the soundtrack touched me, with the former becoming a sort of soundtrack to be carried out into life. Stewart Copeland with Stan Ridgeway in tow became my pilots as I tried to rediscover Life with a brand new eye.

As the Wall of Voodoo song goes, "Don't Box Me In..." Especially following a very disruptive Grand Mal Seizure, bleaching out my personality for a few troubling days gaining into a full week now.