On a personal note, the words have not been flowing the past day or so. On a note which you will be happy to hear, as a result, there shall now only be minimum fanfare to celebrate the 100th blogaruu!
Perhaps I should start with a poll. Especially seeing as the last one was so highly successful (16 votes, wuu)
As a token of my appreciation to all those who have been reading the blog, or read the blog at all – as of right this second, all 13, 038 of ye (I know, I know, doesn’t work like that but who’s counting anyways) – I have decided not to play any trumpet song.
Instead, here is a short medley of remixed songs for you to download. Additional mixing is only superb! Spoof! Use it for the gym perhaps. Or use it to free Jim. Either way, at this moment in time, I have nothing else to give. Enjoy! (Including The Rolling Stones, The Clash, Chris Cornell and Kanye West, all amongst one other, all gym’ed up!)
“Hi, Atus, how are ya boyo?” Not too bad boss, what are you up to? “I’m off for a brief while” Cool, good duck!
My gibberish talk to myself shall all be revealed in time. I presume that alone will have everyone on the edge of their seats, re de de. And if it does have you on the edge of your seat, why are you not already up dancing to the medley I posted?
Finally, a visual perhaps to make up for the lack of words. I forgot to post any of my photos from my horrendous disposable camera a while back, so here is the best one by a country mile. And before you ask, or say it to yourself, the answer is yes, the rest were that bad as to make this one, the best… 4 Monkeys and 1 Ape.
Firstly, if anyone is interested to know, I managed to get the second act of my episode on paper today. The whole thing, outline, dialogue, actions etc. In one day. It has taken me over a week to get the first act out of the way. I am confident I can get the third and final act started, and finished, by tomorrow. Pretty amazing what an actual, set deadline can do to get me into gear. Happy enough. I also have plans formulated for what to do, once I go back to L.A on Sunday. Plan A, B, and even, if needed, a C. Although one of them might include me just boozing and blowing all my remaining money as quickly as I can. But thats only if Plan A doesn’t work. Obviously.
Secondly, there is a big huge tree right outside the front steps of the cabin in the mountains (apartment in San Francisco) where I am staying at the moment. Every time I leave the house, I almost walk into that tree, or at least trip over one of it’s big, protruding roots. I left the house a couple of times today, strangely. And did not notice that the tree was gone. Fully. Roots and all. It had to be pointed out to me. Made me realize, I do not really notice big things.
However, earlier today, I was also going through notebooks of notes which I have taken recently. This led me to see, that I notice very small and insignificant things. Such as: if I think that someone, who is younger than me, is trying to say something profound, I will immediately stop listening and zone out. The same goes if someone, who, again, is younger than me, is attempting to give me advice. I will nod along, and pretend to mull it over, but inevitably I will not heed it, instead simply brush it away. Unless, of course, it is profound. Ha, stupid logic, but something that occurred to me today.
And finally, I also figured out that I love to recommend songs to people. Over and over, I will attempt to get people to listen to this song, or listen to that song, seeing as I think it is savage/funreal, surely they will too. If the person dismisses it, or does not enthusiastically give it a thumbs up, I will take it personally for a moment or two.On the other hand, if someone recommends a song to me, without me asking, I will simply pretend to listen to it. Max, I will give it 20 seconds. And probably not like it. Until a few weeks later, when I stumble upon it by my own accord, and listen to it fully. Then, and only then, more often than not, I will finally admit “Should’ve listen to Z about this one, pretty funking savage/funreal”. Again, pretty illogical.
My head is goosed from writing all day, so I will keep this blogaruu short and shour. Finishing with this question… does anyone know anything about ringtone, copyrights, obtaining them, using them, etc? Not ones that are actual songs made into ringtones. More the crap generic ones of most phones. Just out of curiosity.
Song of the day, which is actually not really savage, just very good, in a chilled way, is…
So yesterday was a highly productive day. Highly. I got a call in the afternoon asking me if I wanted to audit another one of Aaron Speiser’s classes. I said I would, it was free, I’m not starting the other class full on until the start of April, might as well get the free ones in until then. So, having that lined up for 7.30, I killed the day getting some ridiculously good music remixes from obscure parts of the web. I had planned going back to DJ AM next week and wowing him with my mixes, or at least the ones I had found. Might see if he’s up for starting a collaboration, AM/PM perhaps, he could do with the exposure. I had a lot of free time on my hands yesterday to think of all this.
Anyways, while I’m getting stuck into the music, I remember I must text the writer I met last night who had a movie or two made already. He had given me his number so I could text him the name of the documentary I rambled on about. I had asked and taken it hoping he’d end up writing a new role for me in any upcoming projects. Surely he would, we both liked soccer after all! We were on different wavelengths to be true, so I didn’t have a clue what it was I was hoping he’d do but must text him at least to suss it out. So, I send him a text about the documentary (Black Star, about Michael Essien). I leave a question at the end of the text, he can’t just get away with a “Cheers bud” now if he texts back. I also recommend another documentary I’ve seen recently (Waltz with Bashir) if he ever got free time he should go see it, unreal, great movie etc etc. It wasn’t until after I press send and re-read the text that I realize it has the air of me almost asking him out to go see it again. Almost has the air of me asking him on a date. The job. Exactly what I was trying to convey. I do not recommend sending important texts when hungover.
Lo and behold, I get a positive reply. He cant find the doc on Blockbusters though, do I have a copy he could borrow? I’m thinking, I give him a copy of the movie, he gives me a movie role, fair swap. But I have no copy of it. And it’s not on Youtube. I checked. Or Amazon. I checked. Perhaps I could get onto my friend at home and see if he could get me a copy of it. Has he ever seen the documentary “The Bridge” as well by the way. He really should. It’s class. That is on Youtube. So, while he’s probably expecting a simple “Yes, I have a copy”, or, “No, I don’t”, I take option C. The long rambling text which is more or less the length of this paragraph explaining the above. About 4 texts sent as one. One of those great texts I send now and again, then after think a phone call might’ve been better.
Surprisingly, I get no reply. Come to think of it, I’m still not used to my new phone. I’m still in the stage where I can’t yet walk and text at the same time with it. Or I’m still texting with both hands, not used to the buttons. Did the text actually send? I got no delivery report. I better send it again. Sent. Oh yeah, I don’t get reports on this phone. Great work by me, bombard him with rambling texts. Good duck to that lead anyways I’d say. I have to say though, thats another hurdle I must figure out how to get over. Texting or ringing someone who could give me a break – Do I just say…Hook me up, or do I end up recommending a morbid documentary about suicides (The Bridge) in a rambling text? I’ll try hook me up next time, trial and error!
After a mixed bag of a day, delighted with the new music, annoyed by my inability to text a lead, Aaron Speiser’s office call me again to confirm the class. Yeah, I’ll be there, can’t wait to work with Aaron again, can’t wait to hear who he’s worked with lately too. Pardon? It’ll be $50 this time. Oh right, usually people don’t get so many free audits. Oh right. Yeah, yeah, I’ll still be there, you have a really great day too…Sure I’ll be there.
So I Google map his studio again. Its a good hour’s walk from my place. Or a $40 dollar round trip cab. Plus the $50 for the class on top, is $90 really worth it? Eh, nope. While on Google maps, I stick in acting classes near my house. There’s actually one close-by that I haven’t tried yet, Lee Strasberg. I manage to get myself in to audit a class that night, the day has not been fully lost. I’ll write a separate post on that class as it was highly, highly, highly weird and entertaining so might ramble on a bit.
I get out of that class about 10 o’clock. I had been asked to go onto the Neil Prendeville show at 2.15 my time at night, but never got a confirmation email about it so presumed it wasn’t going ahead. What to do. I’ve loaded up on coffee and red bull to get me through the long acting class so I’m pumped to do something. I go meet a few randomers I met somewhere, someplace before and have a few drinks. Good buddies of mine, cant remember their names though. I head home about half 11 and have a few more drinks with my roommates. About 1 I get a text from a random Swedish girl with an appealing offer…”At a villa in the hills, lots of booze, my 3 other Swedish friends are here, you should come! We have a hot-tub!” As my friend pointed out to me, why did I have to mention the Swedish part. No offence, but, for example, if I was to say I got invited to a hot-tub party with 4 Mongolian girls, it wouldn’t have the same ring to it. Plus, they’re actually Swedish so it was just the facts. Anyways, they give me the address so I can Google map it and suss it out. It’s while I’m on my laptop checking this out, that I see I have an email from the 96FM show. They’ll be calling in about half an hour after all. I thought I’d get a bit more notice. Was hoping to get my antidotes and stories in order. Have a bit of cohesion to my ramblings. Put on some nice clothes and comb my hair for it. No time for any of that. I sip on my can and mull over what to do. Swedes or Neil Prendeville. Swedes or Neil. I think I’m living in this area too long. I turn down the Swedes, or Mongolian girls, whichever you prefer, for Neil. There’s always the next night. Duu.
I think I’ll liven up my day by texting the writer, Kami, Tami, and the Bucket all the same rambling text to see if I can get any reply, so both of my hands are needed for it. I’ll write about the acting class I was at last night later on or tomorrow. Here’s two of those cool remixes I found…
Breaking It Up (Pocketknife’s Loosefoot Remix) by Lykke Li (She has some savage songs and she’s from Mongolia!).
And Knocked Up (Lykke Li vs Rodeo Remix) by Kings of Leon.
Enough Talk, More Writing! 