Tuesday, August 21, 2012


Hello, faithful readers. You'd have to be faithful to still be checking my blog after things being quite less that "regular" around here. I've been off my game, in terms of wanting to write. The honest truth is that I've been off my game in a lot of respects.

I look at my guitar a ton...I need to record, I know it. Yet, I don't. I have songs and riffs ready, and I need to play around with them. I re-listened to the scratch recordings I did of two "songs" with a live drummer and Pauly C back in May, and I was struck that I really liked them. They need work, of course, but there's somethign nice going on. I am toying with getting an electric drum kit, so I can try to bash out some drum lines myself. Of course, I need to get some cards paid off, first.

I need to read more. I've kinda stalled out on reading Frankenstein, as research for the the show. It makes sense, I always have a hard time reading when I know I should be working on lines. Still, I need to get back in the swing of reading, because...damn it. I just enjoy it so much, especially with the kindle. Plus, new Chabon next month.

I need to get my ass in gear on lines. I really fell down on the job with the understudy gig I had in July/Aug. I never really got it in my head, but, then again, I never had to go on. So, I guess it's a wash. Still with three shows in rapid succession over the next 6 months, I need to get myself into the mindset of learning them early and well. I already feel a bit a sea, Frankenstein-wise. It'll pass, it always does, but I also have a TON of violence and physical work to deal with, and I'd rather have the text in my head and done. I wanted to be working on it earlier, but the understudy gig was sapping my worry and effort.

Honestly, all of this would probably feel easier if I didn't feel absolutely run-down right now. I shot a commercial in northern Iowa a week, or so, ago. 12 hour days that began at 3:00 AM  was pretty much the way of things. It was great, and far more rewarding and fun than I ever expected. That said...I don't think I've yet to recover from it.

I just feel tired all the time.

Again, it'll pass, I know it will. I just have to fight through it. Keep my eye on the ball, and not let things slide. Cowboy up, I guess.

1 comment:

  1. You know what you need? A good, mind-centering slap in the face.