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I had sushi with her daughter this week. Her mother is doing fine and she's already got a month behind her. Martha's loosing weight and pumping iron like all good inmates. The rap artist loved her before she went in, but when she come out a con, man, that's to sexy for them to stay away from, she's in da club now
It was a little over a month ago when I last wrote in this Journal. I was all excited to begin an actual workshop for DeSkToPsToRy, my musical, my cyber-musical, my baby that I have be carrying for 8 long years. I had the kids, rolls were being conceptualized, we were meeting once a week, I set up a blog so that the kids could continue working during the week, I had written 3 new songs, I was high on it all. Then, like a car wreck, it was over. My mentor, my protector from NYC, a great man of the theater called a meeting. He wanted to meet the people who were supposedly giving my a place to work out the kinks, he wanted to look 'em over. He didn't like what he saw and phoned me the next day, said I needed to slap a legal paper on her, she was a con, and on and on, so I gave her a legal piece of paper 2 weeks later, and yup, she wouldn't sign it, turned on me, sent me vicious E mails, warning me to stay away from the kids, accused me of poisoning their minds in the blog: she knocked me for a loop. It was a close call, a narrow escape, and I'm pulling myself back together, finishing the songs... starting over again. That's always the way it is.
So now we begin our adventure, our workshop, 24 Sundays; the first twelve will be hammering out character developement and plot - The world's first online musical? If no one beats us to it, but we've got a good head start. Music has been written, mostly. Man were the kids excited, being a part of something that they were going to develope and the fact that it was internet based, well, that was just the icing on the cake for them. Even more interesting, will be trying to present the show on a stage, yes , that's the rub, the challenge - to create this other dimension, this world unto itself on a mere proscenium. But after being with the kids, seeing their talent, I know it can be done.
Soon the site will have blog attributes, the kids can work while away from school, and after all, we will only meet every Sunday for 2 hours and a lot must be accomplished.
I rode up in the very back seat, the one the kids didn't want and watched over their shoulders a DVD they brought along, the compilation of The Simple Life; lame but I was tired enough to find it funny as hell. We caught the puddle jumper with seconds to spare; they had to hold the 8 seater for the 6 of us for about 5 minutes (thank you Cape Air) and as I ran with bags with all the rest I said to the girls behind the counter, "Isn't there a word for us, don't you call us runners?" One of them replied, "We call you all sorts of names" and then the blonde female pilot said to us, "you're eatin' into my beer time." We all laughed and were off into a beautiful sunset, landing only 15 minutes later. My wife made a wonderful meal, I took a shower outside under a zillion stars, some shooting, and had a good long sleep. I got up and went to a farmers market; afterwards everyone else went to the beach and I went back to writing. Later in the day I recieved a masseuge (sp) and now feel in tip top shape. I guess the point is, that yes, we all need a little time off because 'it's all' there when we return. Later.
Okay, all right, I'm going to get into the groove of this journal. Writing morning, noon and night on other projects- it's like a baker eating his own bread... not. But here I am, I here I go.
It was great to run into Eve and her two daughters at The Lunch Box today. Kate gets more beautiful with every siting; her sister, won't get their, but she will run a close second. The Universe of course set us on the collision course, bunping into each other at the poor excuse for a coffee shop/lunch place. I'm excited that they asked about DeSkToPsToRy. Kate attempted to sing a song for me so long ago, and the cyber musical is getting nearer completion. The fact that they found me before the workshop was not a coincidence. If Kate sister comes on board it would be a plus for all that has to be done. The process of transferring the computer desktop to the stage... Alice goes down the Cyber Rabbit hole, if you know what I mean. I have seen many workshops in New York (snuck in under the cover of anonominity) regarding plays or musicals concerned with the phenomena of cyberspace and all baggage that comes with it, and I know every mistake that has been made in trying to take the desktop to the stage. I will not make that mistake I tell myself, I will not those mistakes, I will not, will not, will not.
I've finished most of the music, just trying to complete some chorus numbers. I am excited about working with high school and middle school kids in a workshop invironment, because this is where the show needs to go- real young and to be able to look at the thing, stand it up, away from the prying eyes of New York. It was lucky to meet Jill, have some coffee, and totally freak her out about the potential of the project. The thing about a project like this, any project for that matter, if that you never know where it's going to lead you. People come on board, leave, come back again and the even stranger thing, is the monster inside any piece of art has its way with you, so I long ago decided to just resign myself to that.
Look at me. The stupid project led me to Slashdot, and I'm hooked.