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Wednesday, October 25, 2006

Life is all about letting go

Time for another melodramatic post from yours truly. Currently listening to the Rogue Wave single "Eyes" first featured in the movie Just Friends, with the lovably affable Ryan Reynolds, arguably (at least to me) one of the best comic actors today. His timing is impeccable.

Oh, and this song has also lent itself to the hit show Heroes on NBC mondays...if you aren't watching this show, then you can't even begin to understand that something is actually missing in your life.

Anyway, I thought it prudent, what with the worst smog I have ever seen in LA today, to write a little bit about what comes next. No, I don't mean the eventual rise to success we all crave, or even its eventual downfall, compelling many 'garden variety' liberal arts kids of today to procliam, "My life is a tragedy." In other words, a mid life crisis.

The sad thing is that using the word tragedy so freely is a major misconception of that word's meaning. Those of you not versed in theatre history, buckle in- a lesson begins here.

So of course we all know that essentially all that really old theatre (thousands of years old) can be broken into 2 categories before we homogenized them and eventually found its modern manifestation. Those two time periods are loosley coupled into Greek and Roman theatre.

These two eras were vastly different, one aligning itself with nature and the world of polytheism, the latter putting its faith in a sort of pre-humanism, a faith in man, not in god. A verdict from a democratic unbiased council, not a predestined fate from the gods.

From the Greeks, the earlier of the two by a long shot, came several concepts still employed today. Ever been to the Hollywood Bowl? How bout Deer Creek or Riverport? All of these theatres employ terraforming as their main basis. You sit in the naturally land-formed bowl, and the sound fills in around you, 9 times out of 10, with better acoustics than are even seemingly possible.

That's just one of em. But also from this time comes the classic Sophoclean work Oedipus Rex. This was, and will always be, the original defining tragedy.

We have formed a definition of the word tragedy through the course of events in that work*, using that play as our boundaries for what tragedy is, or forever will be. What did we find? Tragedy isn't just something tragic. No, in fact the adjective tragic is a derivitive of the word tragedy, obviously, but if you can ever track down a good dictionary, it should have them listed seperately. Why? allow me to define tragedy, in my own words.

tragedy:noun; of or pertaining to (hey, all definitions start with that mumbo jumbo) a course of events where someone successful and in power falls from their 'throne' through an error in their ways, only to find a lesson or meaning behind what went wrong. Often times the realization of this lesson results in the taking of ones own life.

Now, that is a definition almost strictly applied to the Sophoclean work. As I mentioned, dictionaries of today will say something vastly different.

The short long of all this crap is that none of our lives are tragedies. None of us have fallen from power, so applying that word will always be incorrect.

And why did I take all this time to say that? Because the life, the career I've chosen often thrusts me into rooms of people who don't know the words they are speaking, and really only care about name dropping. Hand in hand with that comes the coastal mentality that they are too smart to watch TV.

Now, I'll admit, I watch more TV than most, as it is my trade, and thus a form of work...that doesn't mean I class myself out of the medium. Its like someone saying to me, "well I loved Pointulisim, and most of Seraut's work, but the world art scene that was running concurrently- the picassos, that's not for me.

Its all art people. Even if TV is funded by the commercials between the actual show, it is art. So many people say they loved Arrested Development, and that it was too funny for TV. HBO's slogan is, "Its not TV, its HBO." Everywhere people think that if they watch TV it will lower their social status or make them dumber than before.

And for ages that plagued me, because I thought that made what I do, and what I've done with my life, completely trivial. But you know what? Life is about letting go.

So my annoyance and short fuse on that matter ceases here.

Long live madam Television!
*In case you've never read Oedipus Rex, here's essentially what happens:

A prophet tells Oed's dad that Oed will someday kill him, and marry his mother. Thinking it would undo the prophecy, he tells his right hand man to take Oed away and have him killed. The man takes Oed far away from the city, not having the heart to kill him, and leaves him there thinking so long as he is away, no bad can come. Instead, Oedipus encounters his father on the road one day and slays him. He returns to Thebes, his home, and marries the queen, his mother. When it is revealed that the prophecy was in fact true, his mother err wife goes and hangs herself. Oedipus gouges out his eyes, and is exiled away.

There's more to it than that, but it really is the original soap opera. Read it if you haven't, it's one of the most referenced dramatic works of all time.

Monday, October 23, 2006

in a little while...

Sorry I've been away so long. There's been so much going on, coupled with immense lethargy after the wrap of my most recent gig...and when those two start hanging out...well, we all know what happens: drug abuse, chronic alcoholism and mental dementia. Ha, I kid. Really what it means is that this lovely 'life-log' takes a less important role in what I do on a day to day basis. Sorry to be that way, but well...who am I kidding, I'm talking to myself, so who really cares.

The point is that here I am, I am back and writing to you (ergo me) again, and with much to say! Last time I wrote, I believe the Cards had just clinched against the Padres. Since then, we went to 7 (my prediction) with the Mets, and just squeaked by. Now, on the world stage, we stand 1 and 1 over a questionable pine tar handed former country singer's fried chicken ass hole! Detroit, for shame. You wanna win, at least use steriods...they're less obvious (did I really just write that?), and they taste better. Besides, like I need to warn any of you about the horrors of jerking off with a hand fulla pine tar. Lets just say the word superglue won't even do it justice. Although, I guess the other side to that coin, when using the juice, is that you'll just plain rip it off.

Ok, pine tar ain't so bad.

10 Items or Less finally came to a close, in a less than dramatic fashion. In fact, I spent my last week (of what I thought would be a cake walk) busting ass as hard as I did the 4 or 5 previous. I literally was spending 10 hours a day on the road, driving all over this goddamned city, but never actually leaving! You can only imagine how frustrating that must have been. Well, you're right.

I sit here, at 3 pm in LA and a bum, a female bum at that, is picking through trash cans outside my window. Only in LA (city or state abbrewviation accepted here).

Anyway, by the time 10 Items came to a close, I was so fucking done with that show I could almost taste it. And I think that the EP's I worked with knew I was mentally checked out. I mean, cause quite frankly...I can't drive in this town all day long and not poke a little smot. It just won't happen. There is too much traffic, I am too sressed out all the time, and without it, I'd either have killed someone by now, or been killed from running my mouth to someone with a gun.

So the stuff does have it's merits! And lets get rid of those 'parental advisory' stickers too! Yeah! USA!! USA!! USA!!

Sadly, I'd never beat Brock Obama and Oprah Winfrey...but then, who will? Perhaps they'll travel to the future, win, and then come back, win again and kick their old vote count's ass! Yeah, that'd certainly be the only way.

So after 10 Items closed, I worked a weekend on a short film some friends, and DU alums, were producing. It actually landed me a small role, and I got to manage properties and playback continuity, etc. Things like that. No one really realizes that you can shoot and shoot and shoot til you're blue in the face and out of money...but if that coke can in the one shot you wanted was different than all of the rest of the scenes, then it was for nothing, cause it will be forever flawed. There is so much that goes in to so little it's absurd.

That following monday and tuesday (we're into last week now), I worked on an HGTV pilot called Buy It. It was fun. A whole sleuh of people I'd never met before, so it was a great way to make some new contacts, and even some new friends. Ok, contacts. Whatever. That's just the LA word for friends. Everyone uses everyone. Get used to it. The trick is how to play the game...like, I don't know... be genuine and real and don't succumb to that BS. That's what I did and look where it got me! Bright Lights, my name in a marquee, and millions of dollars and boobs.

After that show wrapped up I took a few days off and just sort of hung out. Scheduled some extra work for myself, and today, as of 1:30 PM, I am proud to say...

I am 100% SAG elegible!

And it feels great! Actually, it feels the same, but I was glad to get that last voucher out of the way, and finally be able to make the leap if and when I decide to. Not that that was an obstacle or a hurdle, but it was something I wanted. To prove I could. Now that's done with and I'm in the door. Just wait kids.

3 games in St. Louis...will this be the end of my season?

Was 2006 really the year of the Scott?

Can Powdered Toast Man save Ren and Stimpy before it's too late?

Find out next time on: SUPERBLAMO! Or was it SUPERB LAMO!!

Tuesday, October 10, 2006

re-cap

Just to cite one whirlwind of a Division Series playoff, the St. Louis Cardinals whooped San Diego's fucking ass, and are moving on to the LCS starting tomorrow on Fox. 8 pm eastern, 5 pacific.

go redbirds!

Friday, October 06, 2006

Let's make it 3 in a row!



Saturday, 1 PM EST (10 AM PST), St. Louis Cardinals vs. San Diego Padres ESPN2

check you local listings for more details.

after the game I'll be heading to Dodger stadium to watch the Dodgers lose to the Mets! What fun!

Have a great weekend kids! And get off the damn roof!

Wednesday, October 04, 2006

album of the week



BECK- The Information

You know what, FUCK PITCHFORK*. Those guys have gotten so elitist. Wait, gotten? I meant are. Have been. Will be. Can't not be. Sure, give Beck a 6 point whatever, but do it because you liked his efforts on some rare b-side no one has ever heard and you think you're cool cause you reviewed it, blew your socks off. But there's a paradox as a pitchfork reviewer. To share this great music with the world, or not to. More oft than not, they share it. But they share with us what they think is good, a far cry from what the average ears wants to listen to. Sure, I love the Junior Boys now, but would my kid cousin? No, but I bet he's heard of radiohead, and I bet somewhere out there, someone has drawn the comparison, so in that regard, I can shed light as to what the Junior Boys are, and maybe peek his interest.

That was a tirade.

What I mean to say is that Beck is about as pop culture as you can get, in a good way. Beck made the term 'hipster' a reality in 1986. Seriously. And for all of you keeping score, that was 20o years ago. So if you think you're hip now, chances are you're not, so get over it.

But Beck has always been, and he's yet to put out an album that proves otherwise. I use a simple test when reviewing an album. Can I listen to it in a home, AND can I listed to it in a car. If both are true, you've got a bonafied hit on your hands. This album tends to fall closer to the 'in the car' category, but regardless, its stilla great effort.

Because, and getting right back to it, I guess my biggest complaint about pitchfork is that they are only looking at this one guy's one effort. I don't think you can really do that. Rather, I think its important to note that Beck is on the front of culture here, especially with today's youth, and the albums he puts out are always good. So you don't like track 7. BFD loser. Just because one song, which would never be a radio/MTV single anyway, isn't top notch, doesn't mean the effort as a whole is far superior to almost anything else coming out right now.

There are two types of music people: inclusive and exclusive. Those that hoarde their music to themselves, and those that share it with others. Well, you can guess where I fall. Wait...ok, you guessed wrong. I am inclusive. No, really I am. I just hate indie kids.

And that's different.

Anyway, not much actual reviewing going on here, but this album is fantastic to either passively enjoy or actively dissect. Try doing that to Cat Power's new whatever the fuck who cares Pitchfork Devendra Banahart. Good for him.

Download: Soldier Jane

Rating: 8 / 10

*realize, of course, that although this site is elitist as fuck, they also open some doors to the avid music fan, exploring genre's and artists some people would never know existed otherwise. So I can't totally say that, but as a person that used to visit their site daily...well, those days are long gone. Ok they're not. Fuck you.