Jaws logs

Two Jaws-related books any fan would find entertaining and compelling are Carl Gottlieb’s “The Jaws Log” and Nigel Andrews’ “jaws.” Continue reading

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Report: "Waters" still used as annoying plural of "water"

A shark may have been spotted off South Beach in Edgartown, Martha’s Vineyard (“That’s where he’s been feeding,” – Matt Hooper), according to a story in the Boston Globe, reprinted below. Continue reading

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Drinking to our appendices

Perhaps the greatest intellectual debate (aside from this one) of our age is upon us. Continue reading

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Tom Cassidy concedes manhood to Brody

Early in the morning of July 2, Brody receives a call from Deputy Hendricks that someone has washed up on the beach. He goes to investigate, and there finds Tom Cassidy, who would’ve been Chrissie Watkins’ swim partner the night before had he not passed out. Continue reading

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Roy Scheider dies, Coast Guard not alerted

Roy Scheider, who helped define character acting in the 1970’s, died this weekend in Arkansas. He was 75.

Best known for his work in “Jaws,” an unexpected hit that became the first film to gross over $100 million, Scheider also delivered strong and memorable performances in “Marathon Man,” “The French Connection,” and “All that Jazz.” He later delivered standout performances in “2010” and as Dr. Benway in David Cronenberg’s version of “Naked Lunch.”

His oft-quoted line from “Jaws,” “You’re gonna need a bigger boat,” was an ad-lib.

Scheider helped pave the way for the flawed leading man of 20th century film. Wry, vulnerable, but courageous where it mattered. Along with Robert Shaw and Richard Dreyfuss, Scheider made that first summer blockbuster an intimate portrait.

We are currently recording the “All That Jaws” cast album at the Analog Cabin in Great Wrightwood, CA. Much of Brody’s character was inspired by Scheider’s performance in the film. We will miss him.

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This time it’s personal.

Official work on the cast recording of “All That Jaws” can finally be said to have been started after a delay of some five months and change. Fourteen hours of back-breaking recording were logged this past Sunday by the ATJ rhythm section in an attempt to get “Carcharodon Carcharias” – a song that will eventually feature the vocals of Brody, Ellen, and Hooper – at least partially “in the can.” The recording took place at Music Director Tyrone Merriner’s Analog Cabin in Wrightwood, CA. on a recording device that scientists say dates all the way back to the EARLY SEVENTIES! This machine helped to produce some clear, wonderful, bone-crunching playbacks on the various takes but we soon began to realize that this fickle old beast would require more finessing than we had originally planned on. Of course, by then it was 2 in the morning and Tyrone had to run out to Italy for a few things.
So, as soon as Tyrone comes back into town with the keys (tentatively scheduled for late December) we will be sending out a call to all ATJ alumni to come enjoy a retreat up in the mountains.
Cast may be wise to bring along heavy clothes, long underwear, boots, poles, and skis.

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Paint-happy bastards

For Christ’s sake, tomorrow’s the Fourth of July.
And we will be open for business.
This will be the best summer we’ve ever had.
lf you are concerned about the beaches, do what you have to to make them safe.
But those beaches will be open for this weekend.

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Forget the date – we dropped the bomb; that’s what counts

One of the inspirations for Quint’s characterization in All That Jaws is the fact that Robert Shaw’s version in the movie got the date of the A-Bomb delivery wrong. So we figured that ATJ’s Quint should lay claim to being a part of every piece of recent nautical history.

According to Quint in the movie, The U.S.S. Indianapolis delivered the bomb to the South Pacific atoll of Tinian on June 29, 1945. The Indianapolis actually delivered it over a month later for its use on Hiroshima on August 6.

Here’s the text from the movie (credited to John Milius, Carl Gottlieb, and Robert Shaw):

Japanese submarine slammed two torpedoes into our side, Chief. It was comin’ back, from the island of Tinian (Delady?), just delivered the bomb. The Hiroshima bomb. Eleven hundred men went into the water. Vessel went down in twelve minutes. Didn’t see the first shark for about a half an hour. Tiger. Thirteen footer. You know, you know that when you’re in the water, Chief? You tell by lookin’ from the dorsal to the tail. Well, we didn’t know. `Cause our bomb mission had been so secret, no distress signal had been sent. Huh huh. They didn’t even list us overdue for a week. Very first light, Chief. Sharks come cruisin’. So we formed ourselves into tight groups. You know it’s… kinda like `ol squares in battle like a, you see on a calendar, like the battle of Waterloo. And the idea was, the shark would go for the nearest man and then he’d start poundin’ and hollerin’ and screamin’ and sometimes the shark would go away. Sometimes he wouldn’t go away. Sometimes that shark, he looks right into you. Right into your eyes. You know the thing about a shark, he’s got…lifeless eyes, black eyes, like a doll’s eyes. When he comes at ya, doesn’t seem to be livin’. Until he bites ya and those black eyes roll over white. And then, ah then you hear that terrible high pitched screamin’ and the ocean turns red in spite of all the poundin’ and the hollerin’ they all come in and rip you to pieces.
Y’know by the end of that first dawn, lost a hundred men! I don’t know how many sharks, maybe a thousand! I don’t know how many men, they averaged six an hour. On Thursday mornin’ Chief, I bumped into a friend of mine, Herbie Robinson from Cleveland. Baseball player, boson’s mate. I thought he was asleep, reached over to wake him up. Bobbed up and down in the water, just like a kinda top. Upended. Well… he’d been bitten in half below the waist. Noon the fifth day, Mr. Hooper, a Lockheed Ventura saw us, he swung in low and he saw us. He’d a young pilot, a lot younger than Mr. Hooper, anyway he saw us and come in low. And three hours later a big fat PBY comes down and start to pick us up. You know that was the time I was most frightened? Waitin’ for my turn. I’ll never put on a life jacket again. So, eleven hundred men went in the water, three hundred and sixteen men come out, the sharks took the rest, June the 29, 1945. Anyway, we delivered the bomb.

Show Me the Way to Indianapolis” is the most literal of all the songs in the show:

Chief, have a drink and I’ll paint ya the scene
Two torpedoes, one Jap submarine
Zero hour, we took a dive
June 29th, 1945

Just like corks we bobbed, tryin’ to keep warm
We’d just delivered Hiroshima bomb
‘leven hundred men watched her go down
In half an hour first shark come around

’twas a tiger shark some thirteen feet
Wanna know how I figured that, Chief?
You look from the dorsal to tail
With that method you’ll never fail
You’ll always hit right on the nail

Well, we knew we was all up shit’s creek
Weren’t listed overdue for a week
Our bomb mission was such a secret
No distress signal was sent!

Sharks come cruisin’ at very first light
So we formed into groups wicked tight
We’d kick and we’d holler and punch
Then come that sickening crunch
Six men an hour became lunch

Come Thursday morn I bumped into a friend
I said, “Herbie, mate, please make me laugh!”
Slap on the back and I watched him upend
He was missing his whole lower half

On the fifth day some pilot swung by
Three hours later a fat PBY
One by one plucked us out of that sea
I thought that they’d never get ‘round to me

‘leven hundred men into drink!
Three-hundred sixteen were fished out, I think
You’d have to check the amounts
But we dropped the bomb, that’s what counts
Yes, we dropped the bomb; that’s what counts

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"All That Jaws" debuts at the Westside Eclectic

“All That Jaws” debuted Friday, May 25, 2007 at the Westside Eclectic Theatre in Santa Monica as part of the Out of Bounds West Improv Festival. The show was so good that no recordings of it exist, but here are some photos from the last month of rehearsals.

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The process, pt. III

We are getting ready to debut this thing for producers and some friends, and the rehearsals are crazy.

Because “All That Jaws” is a rock opera, we’re paying special attention to the music, which means 180 miles round-trip to the mountain town of Wrightwood, CA from Los Angeles. In Wrightwood lives most of the musicians and Wrightwood is the location of The Analog Cabin where the band rehearses.

We also rehearse the actors, most of whom live in L.A., at the Reseda Jawserie of Duke Santos. I think there is no other construction like the previous sentence anywhere on the Internet.

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