new york doll

finally viewed the dvd of new york doll (thanks, tommy 'n' marissa), the documentary about late new york dolls bassist arthur "killer" kane and how he wound up working at the church of jesus christ of latter day saints' family history center, and how he joined his surviving bandmates (that'd be david johansen and syl sylvain) for one last show at a 2004 brit festival before shuffling off this mortal coil a coupla wks later from undiagnosed leukemia. the flick was sweet 'n' not at all exploitative; you coulda imagined it ending with arthur returning to his mormon library gig but his untimely passing made the tale of his life's weird trajectory even more poignant, as do the hymns that david sings at the end of the flick and in the extra shit on the dvd. as my sweetie points out, it's as if reconnecting with his bros and sharing the stage that one last time made arthur's life _complete_ or something. (proof positive, as if anymore were needed, that scott fitzgerald was _way_ off base when he wrote that there are no second acts in 'meercus lives.) now, i'm more motivated to hear the dolls' (or david 'n' syl's, at least) arthur-less reunion alb, titled with great self-awareness one day it will please us to remember even this. as we know it shall.