Southern Change Gonna Come at Last
The answer to the last rhetorical is “No, not really probably.” It is hard not to, because I am just one of those people that really likes to hurt. If something isn’t near impossible then I’m weary of it. If it is closer to Sisyphus in terms of the level of difficulty then I’m all about it. I think in terms of if/then-statements too often, but I don’t think I am the most logical person either. A paradox perhaps? I give myself too much credit with being interesting.
I’ve been working on a 10 minute play most of the weekend for that class. I have playwriting this semester if I didn’t mention it. Me, the poetry grad student, and mostly undergrad theater people. I felt a little ostracized at first, but then I realized that I could have easily been some of those people. I just valued the text more than the implementation when it gets down to it. Straight to the source and all that.
The play itself is about an odd subject, but thinking that I would do a “boy meets girl”-plot is a little too predictable. I’m not much into fantasy anymore anyway. No, this is about an aspiring Michael Jackson impersonator that works as a custodian at a peep show/adult cabaret. It is the interaction between him and the other janitor, who is loosely based off me, that is the focus of the play. I got a couple pages left to write and I still have to do the formatting. I would kill for a copy of Final Draft for either Mac or a PC at this point. This is the midterm and the final is going to be a full on one act.
The show at Alex’s went well, even if the night started off somewhat oddly. Since I’ve been having the health issues that I have been having and making the switches lifestyle-wise that I have, I hadn’t played a show. Most of my panic attacks have been centered around things that cause me stress like food and the band. I started to get a panic attack while getting ready to meet up with Bill and Rufo, but it was the strangest thing. It was almost muted and I just felt sort of manic/crazy/happy. The weirdest thing ever, but an okay alternative to the old pains for sure. Anyway, we loaded in and right onto the stage as we were opening. Rufo realized that he didn’t have his ID, nor his cymbals. So we took the van and drove back to Pedro to get them from our space at Koo’s. Roundtrip with me driving was 30 minutes. We got back right as the sound guy finally showed up and managed to check. The set was one of the tightest we played in awhile. Although Vince made me turn down my distortion, which made it so that I couldn’t hear myself too well when we went dirty at times, but hopefully the house picked it up better since we were mic’d. We had a decent amount of people show up and complements were abound from them as well as strangers. We sold some CDs and that is always cool. The other bands were great and they were super nice to us. Did some emotional damage control for a friend. Saw another friend that I’ve known since 4th grade. Smoked and didn’t feel like dying. Didn’t get home until 4 or something due to unloading and what have you.
Valentine’s was a bust as usual, but it’s just another day. Right, Danny Elfman? I spent it doing what I should have been doing, which was writing. Did that until the wee hours. I really need to start getting to bed earlier than I have been, but that rhythm is hard to break.
I’ve been working on a 10 minute play most of the weekend for that class. I have playwriting this semester if I didn’t mention it. Me, the poetry grad student, and mostly undergrad theater people. I felt a little ostracized at first, but then I realized that I could have easily been some of those people. I just valued the text more than the implementation when it gets down to it. Straight to the source and all that.
The play itself is about an odd subject, but thinking that I would do a “boy meets girl”-plot is a little too predictable. I’m not much into fantasy anymore anyway. No, this is about an aspiring Michael Jackson impersonator that works as a custodian at a peep show/adult cabaret. It is the interaction between him and the other janitor, who is loosely based off me, that is the focus of the play. I got a couple pages left to write and I still have to do the formatting. I would kill for a copy of Final Draft for either Mac or a PC at this point. This is the midterm and the final is going to be a full on one act.
The show at Alex’s went well, even if the night started off somewhat oddly. Since I’ve been having the health issues that I have been having and making the switches lifestyle-wise that I have, I hadn’t played a show. Most of my panic attacks have been centered around things that cause me stress like food and the band. I started to get a panic attack while getting ready to meet up with Bill and Rufo, but it was the strangest thing. It was almost muted and I just felt sort of manic/crazy/happy. The weirdest thing ever, but an okay alternative to the old pains for sure. Anyway, we loaded in and right onto the stage as we were opening. Rufo realized that he didn’t have his ID, nor his cymbals. So we took the van and drove back to Pedro to get them from our space at Koo’s. Roundtrip with me driving was 30 minutes. We got back right as the sound guy finally showed up and managed to check. The set was one of the tightest we played in awhile. Although Vince made me turn down my distortion, which made it so that I couldn’t hear myself too well when we went dirty at times, but hopefully the house picked it up better since we were mic’d. We had a decent amount of people show up and complements were abound from them as well as strangers. We sold some CDs and that is always cool. The other bands were great and they were super nice to us. Did some emotional damage control for a friend. Saw another friend that I’ve known since 4th grade. Smoked and didn’t feel like dying. Didn’t get home until 4 or something due to unloading and what have you.
Valentine’s was a bust as usual, but it’s just another day. Right, Danny Elfman? I spent it doing what I should have been doing, which was writing. Did that until the wee hours. I really need to start getting to bed earlier than I have been, but that rhythm is hard to break.