Thomas Peters

YouTube video by Tom Peters "IT" Promo

"IT" with Clara Bow!

Music by Tom Peters, performed live at Parson's Nose Theater
February 21, 2026 at 7:00 PM
For tickets and information, call 626-345-5116

youtu.be/yaUXcWkMD10

His books are freaking brilliant

This is a vintage poster for the 1927 film, "IT." Actress Clara Bow sits on red steps. She wears a green dress, holding a stuffed dog in one hand and a doll in the other.

My next silent film score will be "IT" with the great Clara Bow on February 21, 2026 at 7:00 PM at Parson's Nose Theater in Pasadena!

And no, it's not about a killer clown.

"IT" is one of the first and certainlly one of the most influential RomComs. It's a really fun film!

#silentfilm #ClaraBow

Old school Ruy-Lopez

The work Linda and I have created, Eavesdrop on Another World: A Dada Meditation, is a Dadaist reaction to...well...ALL THIS. It's a sound art work that combines music and storytelling, and uses binaural immersive audio to create a new and completely absurd world.

The image shows blue, rippling water. The title is Opulent Mobility 2025: 10th Anniversary Show at the Los Angeles Makery, 260 S. Los Angeles Street, LA 90012, December 4-28

Linda and I are really excited to be part of the 10th Anniversary of Opulent Mobility at the Los Angeles Makery running from December 4-28, 2025. Opulent Mobility showcases the work of artists with disabilities.

A photograph of a proto senior citizen's right calf, ankle, and foot, stylishly clad in black pants, brown shoes and a white ankle sock.

Black pants.
Brown shoes.
White ankle socks.

In case you're wondering, yes, I am in my 60s.

that we here highly resolve that these dead shall not have died in vain – that this nation, under God, shall have a new birth of freedom – and that government of the people, by the people, for the people, shall not perish from the earth.

--Abraham Lincoln, November 19, 1863

It is rather for us to be here dedicated to the great task remaining before us – that from these honored dead we take increased devotion to that cause for which they gave the last full measure of devotion –

The world will little note, nor long remember what we say here, but it can never forget what they did here. It is for us the living, rather, to be dedicated here to the unfinished work which they who fought here have thus far so nobly advanced.

But, in a larger sense, we can not dedicate – we can not consecrate – we can not hallow – this ground. The brave men, living and dead, who struggled here, have consecrated it, far above our poor power to add or detract.

We have come to dedicate a portion of that field, as a final resting place for those who here gave their lives that that nation might live. It is altogether fitting and proper that we should do this.

Now we are engaged in a great civil war, testing whether that nation, or any nation so conceived and so dedicated, can long endure. We are met on a great battle-field of that war.

Four score and seven years ago our fathers brought forth on this continent, a new nation, conceived in Liberty, and dedicated to the proposition that all men are created equal.

Le Mort Darthur (in Middle English)

Thank you, Andrew! You know, the older I get, the more astonished I am by the proportions and the absolutely perfect timing of each event.

So today, nearly six decades later, I found myself driving home from Trader Joe's with tears streaming down my face blasting Beethoven's 5th Symphony on the radio. Even after a long career as a classical musician, and now a composer and sound artist, Beethoven still floors me.

I couldn't wait to hear my new record. Dad put it on the HiFi (those of you of a certain age will know what that means), and my God! The sounds blasting out of the speakers floored me!

It was Beethoven's 5th Symphony.

I mean, I was five years old after all, so that was a pretty special number.

"I want that one!"
Dad looked genuinely surprised. "Really? Are you sure?"
"Yes! That's the one I want!"

When I was five years old, my dad took me to a record store and told me I could have any record I wanted. One album caught my eye.

The cover showed a pretty sunset with dramatic orange and purple clouds. Best of all, it had a big number 5 on it.

I've been a bit absent from social media for the past couple of months, (mostly work and a bit of health stuff). Do know that I read your posts, and truly appreciate hearing about what's going on in your world.

Be well!

"I needed a drink, I needed a lot of life insurance, I needed a vacation, I needed a home in the country. What I had was a coat, a hat and a gun. I put them on and went out of the room."

--Raymond Chandler

Or you wake up from your colonoscopy and your mask is nowhere to be found.

There was also Will Hays to consider.

But that’s another story.

9/9

DeMille discussed this with Sid Grauman, owner of the Chinese and Egyptian Theaters in Hollywood. Grauman thought having DeMille’s name affiliated with both Jesus Christ and Roxie Hart would be bad for business. That’s why DeMille decided to “assign” Frank Urson as “Chicago’s” director.

8/9

So why, then, did DeMille have his name removed as the director of “Chicago?” Blame “King of Kings.”

7/9

This is where the mystery comes in. Why did DeMille choose to keep a copy of another director’s film in his personal archive? As film historians began to dig into the mystery it became clear that “Chicago” wasn’t directed by Frank Urson. It was directed by Cecil B. DeMille himself!

6/9

Program pictures were the smaller, cheaper films, (typically comedies) that helped fund the big budget prestige pictures like “King of Kings,” DeMille’s retelling of the passion of Jesus Christ that was released the same year as “Chicago.”

5/9

In the early 2000s, a pristine print of “Chicago” showed up in an unlikely place: Cecil B. DeMille’s personal archive. DeMille’s kept copies of all of his tent-pole prestige pictures, as well as a few of his favorite program pictures.

4/9

It was last year's movie, so why bother keeping it around when people had already seen it? “Chicago” was lost to history.

Or so we thought.

In the early 2000s, a pristine print of “Chicago” showed up in an unlikely place: Cecil B. DeMille’s personal archive.

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