Urgh. There have been better mornings.
Let's cheer up through another fabulous, adventure-filled blog post!
September 18, 2008
I feel great!
My schedule is getting crammed, and it's killing me! Slutty Puppets or experimental Beckett? Wooster Group rehearsal or ANGER/NATION? Bowery Poetry Club or Boog City Book Fair? Madness!
Saw my first Broadway show last night: Spring Awakening. It starred the older brother from Weeds. It sucked.
I like musicals; they're cheesy and excessive and fun. But the songs had no heart, and the narrative was uncomfortably moralistic, and there wasn't an ending, just an ensemble song-and-dance number that didn't resolve anything. Boo.
It's kind of nice to see crap on Broadway, though. A reaffirmation that I need innovation and experiment. Screw the mainstream!
Except for Rent. And possibly Avenue Q.
The bartender's finger is bleeding. Go team sanitation.
I'm attracted to dark pubs. Perhaps I should adjust my preference?
After that veggie burger I just ate, the answer is an unqualified yes. Need to start eating better, Hopkins, you motherfucker.
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May be time to go off booze for a while.
Just checked out the Luxe Gallery, which had a comforting familiarity. Very New Gallery... no, more Stride. Anyway, a very artist-run vibe. Had some neat photography and video going on, especially this antique music video machine thing playing a ridiculous film shot in a wrestling ring.
I wish I were having more, y'know, life revelations or whatever. Well, I've had one. No more publicity. Keep working with Ghost River, keep publicizing my own shows, but that's it. I don't enjoy it. I get stressed. Time to stop.
I like the freedom here. I have my own schedule, and no expectations. Not realistic in "real life", tho. I put down roots, and I need income. Need to balance the day job with life.
Maybe Swallow-a-Bicycle can start paying. That'd rule.
Tonight: The Image by Samuel Beckett, in (presumably) its original French. Cool? Fingers crossed.
Then, maybe a movie.
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