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June 3, 2009
Well I’m back on the couch and or pulling vampire all nighters at the studio. This year is like last year and like the decade before that. They say the definition of insanity is repeating the same behavior and expecting different results… Guess I know some crazy people… but joy joy the cog has arisen Christ/Phoenix-like from the blood and ashes. Viva La Cog!
May 31, 2009
The weekend so far. Friday through Sunday early morning and on Sunday I rest (probably not).
May 28, 2009
What’s he thinking? I had a whole conception of it around four something in the morning when the birds start to sing, but it’s all gone now. You tell me. The song for the night was Where Is My Mind?
May 27, 2009
Back to work after a blaze of strange daze. Glad to be back at the grind stone, but here’s some memories and memorials to the strains of The Kinks, “Days”.
May 26, 2009
A great book by Phillip Lopate. One of the more interesting chapters involves his thoughts on “the essay film”. It turns out that’s what I’ve been trying to make without knowing it… or I mean calling it that. I’ve know his brother Leonard’s voice from WNYC radio for years. It’s nice to meet more of the family. Strangely the day I found the book, I heard Phillip’s name mentioned three times in other people’s conversations and then like magic I found the book in the street. I haven’t been able to put it down. I don’t always agree with the opinions expressed, but I love how he expresses them. His style is so much more honest and coherent than all the film theory crap I had to read in college.
May 20, 2009
I have had the singularly weird experience of joining Facebook and finding so many exes and ones I wished would have been exes. No one says it like Bob. These are shots for Zipperhead…. but shorter.
May 18, 2009
Spending the morning trying to do another polish pass through the Zipperhead narrations. We did two new ones in rehearsal last week and ended up changing them quite substantially in improvisation. We were supposed to be recording them, but Steve can’t see in that dark room without his glasses and so he didn’t get any of it on tape (or more accurately on chip). I am going to have to make sure we press the right buttons next time. I think I’ve figured out what I said… and anyways it’s always more concise in the writing than if I’m talking it live. Other things I’m thinking this morning: I had a strange experience watching In Treatment on HBO. I’ve found this second season very engaging and it has felt to some extent like I am involved with the characters, or as if it is some kind of substitute for actual therapy, which no doubt I could use a few years of, but who can afford it? Anyway a young character runs out of the office and down the street… what street? My street? He runs to the local playground with my favorite bar in the background (the Gate). In other words, Dr. Paul (Gabriel Byrne) lives and practices just a few houses down from me. If I start to melt down this week I’m going to knock on his door. You think he’d take art in exchange for therapy? I’ve got no health insurance and even less money! Oh crap he’s fiction.
I am enjoying Spike Jonze’s Blog for the upcoming Where the Wild Things Are movie. It is called We Love You So Much. Back at ya Spike.
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