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Something delightful happened this afternoon. I realized for the first time in months that i actually have the potential to be a good drummer. Not just someone who can play 4/4 and 6/8 rock, but someone who's trained to play a drum set. All i did was work on very simple exercises in a drum book. I stayed on one page for a half hour, and just expanded on the drums i was using. It was so peaceful, so steady. I've only used the book that way three or four times in the 8 months that i've had it. I think that's pathetic. From now on, I will make it a regular thing.
I was thinking that it would be interesting to have a musical that is structured in the form of a mental breakdown. The music, the dialogue, the dancing, and the setting will become more purposely delapidated and frantic throughout the play. In all actuality, the latter portion of the play will take much more effort and precision to present, because it will still have to be entertaining for the audience. And i don't want it to be one or two character's own mental breakdowns. I simply want the world to break down around everybody. it's like a dream where you're helpless and distraught, and everyone is going on with their business around you, and they should be hurt and lost too but they just pay no attention. I have those dreams too often.
I've started having fun with customers at work. To the point where i'm saying things that i would only say to friends, less than five minutes after the people have sat down and met me. I served a wildberry dacqueri today. It was a table of 7, and they were rather flamboyant and wacky. They asked me if i made it myself. First i said, "No, I just poured the rum." then for some reason, i kept talking. "I did invent the name for it though. Funny story, actually. Originally, it was going to be called a Domesticated Berry Dacqueri. However, i was in charge of taking the photograph that you see on the menu, and when i brought the berries into my studio, i took them to a new level. I told them, 'drop the tame act, you're wild now. be wild for me.' " If i keep saying shit like this, i will look forward to work every day.
I have a gay sensei at the olive garden. His name is David. He's a 40 year-old old school queer, he trained me, and i love him to death. I would be intimate with david anytime, i have too much respect for his gayness. He slapped me on the hiney today. I said, "Ooo! Mr. Belvedere! It's not even break time yet!" I can't begin to describe how excited he was when i told him about my queerness and transvestic tendencies. Now the two of us always come up to each other when there's an attractive guy sitting at one of our tables, or an especially ugly one. We make fun of straight couples together. We also are both trying to find out if another waiter who looks exactly like me is gay as well. His name is Kevin, i am becoming good friends with him, he really enjoys the demon weed, and he's recognized every cultural reference i've ever made. Dear god i hope he is not straight. Who ever knew there would be homoeroticism in a bergen county olive garden? If i had known, i would have gotten the job in high school. Well actually no, I was straight in high school, with a few exceptions.
I am losing all my inhibitions, and finding out more and more every day what i want out of myself. I've got such fucking high hopes, i had better not get hit by a train.
I was thinking that it would be interesting to have a musical that is structured in the form of a mental breakdown. The music, the dialogue, the dancing, and the setting will become more purposely delapidated and frantic throughout the play. In all actuality, the latter portion of the play will take much more effort and precision to present, because it will still have to be entertaining for the audience. And i don't want it to be one or two character's own mental breakdowns. I simply want the world to break down around everybody. it's like a dream where you're helpless and distraught, and everyone is going on with their business around you, and they should be hurt and lost too but they just pay no attention. I have those dreams too often.
I've started having fun with customers at work. To the point where i'm saying things that i would only say to friends, less than five minutes after the people have sat down and met me. I served a wildberry dacqueri today. It was a table of 7, and they were rather flamboyant and wacky. They asked me if i made it myself. First i said, "No, I just poured the rum." then for some reason, i kept talking. "I did invent the name for it though. Funny story, actually. Originally, it was going to be called a Domesticated Berry Dacqueri. However, i was in charge of taking the photograph that you see on the menu, and when i brought the berries into my studio, i took them to a new level. I told them, 'drop the tame act, you're wild now. be wild for me.' " If i keep saying shit like this, i will look forward to work every day.
I have a gay sensei at the olive garden. His name is David. He's a 40 year-old old school queer, he trained me, and i love him to death. I would be intimate with david anytime, i have too much respect for his gayness. He slapped me on the hiney today. I said, "Ooo! Mr. Belvedere! It's not even break time yet!" I can't begin to describe how excited he was when i told him about my queerness and transvestic tendencies. Now the two of us always come up to each other when there's an attractive guy sitting at one of our tables, or an especially ugly one. We make fun of straight couples together. We also are both trying to find out if another waiter who looks exactly like me is gay as well. His name is Kevin, i am becoming good friends with him, he really enjoys the demon weed, and he's recognized every cultural reference i've ever made. Dear god i hope he is not straight. Who ever knew there would be homoeroticism in a bergen county olive garden? If i had known, i would have gotten the job in high school. Well actually no, I was straight in high school, with a few exceptions.
I am losing all my inhibitions, and finding out more and more every day what i want out of myself. I've got such fucking high hopes, i had better not get hit by a train.