By the Slice
An audio conference with Johnny and Joe went very well yesterday. We came up with some fantastic ideas for the show which Johnny wants to call "Making Sense", which is a much worse title than the material I've thought up so far. A lot of ideas that I have told either Jeff, Carla, or Joe and Johnny, have sent them laughing into laughing fits. We came up with some great skits yesterday, and I've worked on an outline, that, if acted with people who can improv along with me, it'll be a lot of fun to shoot and watch. I'll post when it's coming up after we shoot and edit it, airing on Austin public access, and for those of you interested, I'm sure I'll be mailing DVDs if I'm not completely ashamed. I will keep you informed on any progress that has lately been moving along at a snail's pace, but the bulletin board at Johnny's wood-shack is filled with ideas we've collaborated on. It'll be fun.
Editing the audio recording of my short story "Rules of Amusement" from a couple of years ago has proven incredibly tedious. Many, many cuts, and I'm only about halfway through the recording. A lot of cuts are easy to hear, which makes me feel like a failure as an audio engineer, but it's not like it really matters, as it's solely being cut together for exhibition on Myspace. I told you, Paul, that I would have it ready in 12 hours like 3 days ago. Sorry, I'm grossly behind schedule due to withdrawal from my pills. I had stopped taking them thinking that I'd be able to tough out the withdrawal effects, because I'm a complete moron, and wanted to lose like 15 pounds overnight, when I could just be swimming or taking dance classes, and I had a complete meltdown last night after a few days of feeling on edge, confused, and depressed. So since I took it again this morning, I'm starting to normalize, and I'll actually be able to work on "Rules of Amusement" today without feeling obligated without IMing someone to tell them I'm sorry for something I didn't do because I feel terrible about something I was tricked into thinking I did like 8 months ago.
Finished reading 'Choke' last night. Good reading. His style is kinda similar to mine, but the book wasn't all that pleasurable to read. Granted, I read it inside a week, but I'll have to read a couple of his other books before I can decide whether I like him or not. I immediately picked up where I had left off in 'Fear Nothing' by Dean Koontz, which was recommended to me by Steve years ago, and I can say with absolutely certainly that I don't like Koontz. Koontz writes the bullshittiest, most flowery, lamest prose I've read from a "Best-Selling Author". He's a complete tool and pussy. This book is so trite and redundant that I just can't stop. Completely unoriginal, uncaptivating, but so familiar that it's like watching a soap opera. Just the comfort of witnessing something so awful, that someone else put countless hours of energy and though into, that you feel comfortable with yourself.
So no word from Apple yet. Could take up to two weeks before they finish with my credit and background checks. Carla's my new best buddy here. It's great because we can hang out with Jeff, or they can hang out, exclusively. We all went up to Denton, including one of Jeff's good friends Matt, to see Black Tie Dynasty on Friday, and it was absolutely fantastic. 80s Smiths/Cure sound that was also clearly influenced my 80s movie scores. They put on a hell of a show. The keyboard player was clearly the most sober and put together, playing a Roland RD-150. I asked him about it after the show, shook his hand and said, "You guys have got the right idea!" Carla and I will most certainly be seeing them in Dallas. I might be accompanying her, Emily, and other miscellaneous friends to see Of Montreal, and Jeff and I, after discovering that the second Coldplay concert is the night after Sigur Ros, might be trying to find a way in to see them again.
We wrote some lyrics for "The Team C.A.S.P.E.R. March" last night, prior to my meltdown. My verse starts out:
TEAM CASPER!
Bustin' down the chapel doors
In pursuit of debunking paranormal lore
We've got the illest fuckin' haunts and town
Yo and we know how to throw down.
Editing the audio recording of my short story "Rules of Amusement" from a couple of years ago has proven incredibly tedious. Many, many cuts, and I'm only about halfway through the recording. A lot of cuts are easy to hear, which makes me feel like a failure as an audio engineer, but it's not like it really matters, as it's solely being cut together for exhibition on Myspace. I told you, Paul, that I would have it ready in 12 hours like 3 days ago. Sorry, I'm grossly behind schedule due to withdrawal from my pills. I had stopped taking them thinking that I'd be able to tough out the withdrawal effects, because I'm a complete moron, and wanted to lose like 15 pounds overnight, when I could just be swimming or taking dance classes, and I had a complete meltdown last night after a few days of feeling on edge, confused, and depressed. So since I took it again this morning, I'm starting to normalize, and I'll actually be able to work on "Rules of Amusement" today without feeling obligated without IMing someone to tell them I'm sorry for something I didn't do because I feel terrible about something I was tricked into thinking I did like 8 months ago.
Finished reading 'Choke' last night. Good reading. His style is kinda similar to mine, but the book wasn't all that pleasurable to read. Granted, I read it inside a week, but I'll have to read a couple of his other books before I can decide whether I like him or not. I immediately picked up where I had left off in 'Fear Nothing' by Dean Koontz, which was recommended to me by Steve years ago, and I can say with absolutely certainly that I don't like Koontz. Koontz writes the bullshittiest, most flowery, lamest prose I've read from a "Best-Selling Author". He's a complete tool and pussy. This book is so trite and redundant that I just can't stop. Completely unoriginal, uncaptivating, but so familiar that it's like watching a soap opera. Just the comfort of witnessing something so awful, that someone else put countless hours of energy and though into, that you feel comfortable with yourself.
So no word from Apple yet. Could take up to two weeks before they finish with my credit and background checks. Carla's my new best buddy here. It's great because we can hang out with Jeff, or they can hang out, exclusively. We all went up to Denton, including one of Jeff's good friends Matt, to see Black Tie Dynasty on Friday, and it was absolutely fantastic. 80s Smiths/Cure sound that was also clearly influenced my 80s movie scores. They put on a hell of a show. The keyboard player was clearly the most sober and put together, playing a Roland RD-150. I asked him about it after the show, shook his hand and said, "You guys have got the right idea!" Carla and I will most certainly be seeing them in Dallas. I might be accompanying her, Emily, and other miscellaneous friends to see Of Montreal, and Jeff and I, after discovering that the second Coldplay concert is the night after Sigur Ros, might be trying to find a way in to see them again.
We wrote some lyrics for "The Team C.A.S.P.E.R. March" last night, prior to my meltdown. My verse starts out:
TEAM CASPER!
Bustin' down the chapel doors
In pursuit of debunking paranormal lore
We've got the illest fuckin' haunts and town
Yo and we know how to throw down.