waiting room
It's way past my bedtime, and I don't have anything to say but here I am. I finished the mix for cheryljill's music swap. Hopefully it's not too late, the deadline was the end of March. What can I say. I'm calling it the 'life mix,' if that explains anything. Heavy on as much new music as I could muster while still telling the story, know what I mean? I always get into trouble with these, because I guess that really I'm the only one who understands (or is so insanely interested in) my story. I put all this effort into choosing the precise song, and concentrate really hard on TRANSITIONS and bringing the listener up and down and all around, when ultimately it's just a fucking mix. Who cares? Maybe this personal mix-makig challenge in storytelling is analogous to writing actual stories! Perhaps that has been the problem with my writing all along, that I know the story and I think it's pretty good, if I could just TELL the damn thing already! So people can, like, GET IT? Gawd. Where's my fucking muse already? Speaking of muses, tonight I sat down to dinner, solita, in front of the boob tube and was delighted to find this show on PBS. I think I got eight writers in two hours, and their stories, and storytellers and scholars opining on the books. That actress who played Greta in High Art and more recently sister Sarah in Six Feet Under was the narrator of one, I think--such a lovely voice...and the identity of the other narrator I loved drove me crazy until about five minutes ago when I found out it was CCH Pounder of Shield fame. (She read the Street by Ann Petry.) . How you pronounce CCH I do not know. I just say the letters. I LOVE HER. I got so absorbed in this show! It is so fucking INTERESTING to hear about these writers, to learn something while watching television, to not feel quite so bad about sitting in front of the teevee, eating dinner. The irony of course being that the show dealt with the American dream, and especially how said dream hinges upon the uber-American perception that if we just do x and y and z, we shall be rewarded in life. And here I am assuaging the guilt I would otherwise feel from watching television instead of doing something more productive. Because just like the characters, I keep that mental list of shoulds and shouldn'ts, of the one-two-threes of how to live a rewarding life. Anyway. Check out the site, though sadly it doesn't do justice at all to the program. Likewise, it's too late for me to do justice to the program by talking about my favorite features -- Grapes of Wrath and Great Gatsby -- so I will leave it at that and bid you and me good night.
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