Sunday, January 12, 2014
Please learn from my mistakes.
Currently in a holding pattern. Words are, indeed, flowing on less endless rain into a paper cup. Writing has been happening, in long-hand, on an honest-to-goodness stenographer's pad. A new play, a very personal one. I ask you, how much of someone else's life can you put into your play? It's like that story arc in Slings & Arrows ...
Oh, you've never seen Slings & Arrows, that's right, only theater people ever watched that show. Only theater people would want to.
Pavement: mostly dry!
Distance: 3.25 miles
Weight: 176 lbs.
When did it become de rigueur for all pop songs to shout out other pop stars? It used to be a novelty, and now it seems like every teeny bop singer has to make reference to the pantheon of superstars, like they were reciting the book of Matthew.
"What's up with this Prince song inside my head?" Gee, I don't know. Perhaps it gnaws at you that his songs are great and yours are so meticulously horrible.
That's Not My Name - The Ting Tings
Let's Dance to Joy Division - The Wombats
Three-Way - The Magnetic Fields
Mansard Roof - Vampire Weekend
Down To Earth - Peter Gabriel
Breakeven - The Script
Halo - Beyoncé