August 16, 2010
The Texas Theatre, 213 W Crawford St, Palestine, TX 75801
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- Michael Smith: WRONG, I’m anime FREAK.
- Rick Neece: I hear you. I kind of like the Jaguar-ish look of the new ones.
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Jesus, Phil. This is stunning.
Thank you, Cindy. I also note from their web site that they like to spell theatre – Theatre
A little something from their website:
The Texas Theatre, home of Palestine Community Theatre, is the crown jewel of downtown Palestine. and the finest venue for live entertainment in East Texas. This historic structure, located at 213 W. Crawford St in Palestine, Texas, is a prime example of Spanish Colonial architecture and was designed as an atmospheric movie palace when it opened in 1930. After two devastating fires, and a host of closings and re-openings, the Texas Theatre has been reborn to its new purpose: live theatre.
You need to get back to Palestine, Phil.
And for any of y’all who don’t know this, locals pronounce the town name pal-a-steen. They’ll look at you funny if you use a long /i/.
Cindy, I remember the first time I posted one from here someone contacted me and made sure that I knew it was Pal-a-steen!
Sheila, I hope to get back there, it was a fascinating town which I passed through way too quickly. The architecture was lovely.
do they refer to themselves as Pal-a-steen-ee-ans? First thing I’d thought of when I saw that name.
Walt, I may have to defer to one of our resident Texan experts. I had no idea what they were saying down there! And, I dare not try out my country boy English on them!
I don’t know–somehow I can’t imagine them stretching a word to that extent. Seems more likely they’d just say they’re from Palestine.
If I lived there, I’d say I’m Pal-a-steen-y.
It’s a lovely part of Texas, but boy howdy, there are some mean-spirited people out that way.
i moved to palestine at the end of fifth grade and left right after high school graduation. i don’t think i ever referred to myself as a pal-a-anything (steen or stine or what have you).
a large portion of the people i know who stayed in the area either work for the prison or for wal-mart. it is not a place i’m drawn back to in many ways, but still…
the dogwoods bloom. the air is soft.
Yes.
Phil, a bit of non sequitur, this reminds me of when Danny and I lived in Tulsa, OK. We were invited to an event at Cain’s Ballroom. A great big gay fundraiser of some sort. A “Black and White” dress ball with a western theme. Shopping for attire for the evening, I found a pair of black eel-skin cowboy boots at a second-hand store. And we found two red and white satin cowboy shirts with piping and snaps. Mine had “Klondike Square-Dance Club” embroidered on the back. We had great big white straw wide brimmed cowboy hats. (Don’t think we weren’t called out for the red and white by some guy Danny was in ear-shot of, that evening. We’d already decided, “Fuck the ‘rule.’”) We had a good time.
Cain’s ballroom, if I recollect correctly, was in a scene of “Rumblefish.” (I’d link, but I’m on the iPad and it’s, well, problematic.) The dance floor at Cain’s was spring loaded. When enough people got to jumpin’, everybody dancing started looking like jumping puppets.
Rosemary, “the dogwoods bloom, the air is soft.” A beautiful phrase.
Rick, I just know next time Phil visits the States, he’s going to buy him some flashy cowboy togs.
Boots. Phil needs some fine Texas boots.
I know for a fact Phil wants a Nudie suit, maybe something in a Gram Parsons vein.
I may need showing the right places to shop! I’d hate to be wearing the wrong kind of boots!
Yes, that might get you into trouble. You might wind up sending signals of which you were unaware.
Rick, you and Danny were the rumble fish at the black and white ball.
Spring-loaded dance floor! I’m adding that to my dream house. Jumping puppets! Let’s do the Mexican Hat Dance!