So, here we all are at the end of the week. Well sort or, I still have one more day of work after today.
I took yesterday off, it was nice.
I had publicity photo's for Hole yesterday morning. I'm content with that.
I've never been on publicity posters before, so this should be interesting.
I'm going to masturbate my narcissim by putting one up in my apartment when they are given out for distribution.
Then I went to talk to a lady about a dialect, and succeeded in opening up a can of worms.
I felt the need to get help with it where I could.
Texan, I've never done texan before.
Well the director hadn't talked with the dialect coach about dialects, and there are several in the show, so that threw in a neccessary complication.
I've concluded that, in my opinion, the best soundtrack ever created (musical score) has to be StarWars. This isn't just fanboy talk.
Williams score marked a different attitude towards musical scores. It made the score composer a valid and intrigal part of the music world. They still, in general garner less respect that a composer who has established a residency with an orchestra or a university, but they gained legitamicy after that point.
(I know there are scores done by none film score composer, but that was an occasional, none to frequent occurrence that happened when times were tight.)
So all hail Williams.
Wryd, I'm glad that fall has found you down in Vegas. It's a bright day today, but still cool out.
The blokes who have the control over the thermostate to the house my apartments a part of are insisting on having the heat cranked up.
So my apartment is rather warm.
I don't mind the front room being warm, I like my bedroom cool.
So I usually keeped the window cracked and the vents closed tightly.
I dont' know what falls like in Vegas, but here it's warm during the days, cool (or cold) at night, and the colors... quite lovely.
There's a certain feel to fall I can't put my finger on, but I like it.
My idea of paradise is a land that's always evening with the sun just setting, and always in the fall.
But I'd probably get tired of that eventually.
Did I mention I now have sideburns and a moustache for the play?
Well I do.
JayC, you're crazy, and I respect that.
Teej, I don't know why, but I think you're awesome, same with you Erica.
I want to see that movie you've got Erica, I like conspiracies.
Bruce, have you had a chance to check out the Star Wars DVD's yet?
Joel, write damn you!
Same to you Tom, and everyone else who hasn't written for months.
Oh and Kyle I can vouch for Wyrd, yes chipmunks are well indowed with large testicle's. I've seen a few myself (not that I was looking for that mind you) and they are porpotionally abnormally large. Rather freakish.
This isn't a girl scout camp.
I find myself thrust suddenly into that old routine: work, rehearsal, home to sleep. Work, rehearsal, home to sleep.
Strange how easy it is to fall into. Almost second nature now.
Fall is officially here.
Today is the day of it. I don't know if you folks in Vegas or L.A. notice, I'm sure Annette notices up in Canada.
Here in "God's Country" it is a cool day, I don't think it's over 60 degrees, it's over cast.
Most people are wearing jackets or heavier shirts.
I'm not most people.
I have sandals and shorts on. It's cool. But it's not cold.
Across the street the sounds of men with large machines rings out as they tear up the side walk.
I don't know why really. The side walk wasn't damaged, it didn't need to be replaced. Though I'm sure when somebody called them and told them that they'd be paid, the jump to do it.
I have half an hour here at work before I fly to my rehearsal at the university.
Today's the first day of blocking. We've less than a month before the show opens. Not to mention, we're still having casting problems.
One guy dropped yesterday.
He apparently is going to be a 'featured extra' in a movie filming on the salt flats the week of tech. He's getting paid. Probably get to meet Anthony Hopkins, if he's lucky.
I don't blame him.
$150 a day. Catered meals for a week. The chance to have your image, if not your voice, on the big screen. Hope that stuff doesn't get cut from the final film.
There's a bit of uncertainty on my behalf about this play.
There are things I've never done in a play before that I have to do here.
That's always the case though, really.
I'm just tentative about my abilities, and quite frankly scared of failure.
It's been relatively quiet here at work today... hell this past week.
Part of me relishes the quiet.
It feels like fall, today.
That makes me happy.
The hardest part of life is finding that snippet of joy each day that makes it worth it.
beautiful creatures
here in my head
some of them living
some of them dead
a few have now fallen
prostrate on the floor
the darker ones knocking
sofly on the closed door
i hear their mock laughter
i hear their soft cry
i entreat them to silence
then a few of them die
i wait clutching my heart strings
wishing for pain
and hoping their music
won't make a frame
to the hideous laughter
that i alwasy hear
when beautiful creatures
bring me streaked fear
beautiful creatures
alone in my brain
some of them singing
to drive me insane
i sit in the silence
the dark aching calm
and wait for the creatures
to die by the palm
the pain in my head
soon settles down
and the beautiful creatures
are no longer around
the tears of red streak
long down my face
and the appearance of darkness
then rises to give chase
beautiful creatures
haunt me no more
as i chain my self
to the fram above the door
i wait for their passing
as i float so limp
and the dark over takes me
as my breath it does crimp
but beatiful creatures
with arms opened wide
welcome me home
to the inside
and there is no escaping
as they stroke my dark fears
the beautiful creatures
will always be here
