Stuck In My Head 12.5.2011

It's definitely a Monday for me, right now.

It's not that I feel BAD, I just feel discombobulated and a little on edge. Things churning in my head, and gnawing at me. A lot going on, and a lot of places where I'd like, and people would like me to be this weekend.

The Eight: Reindeer Monologues opens Friday. I've directed two of the monologues. The cast is great, and I'm really happy with how it's all turned out. Especially with the two pieces I directed, Hollywood (Ian Maxwell) and Dancer (Kimberly Logan). These two actors have given me some of their best work, and I thank them profusely for it. We also have our "closing" party for Bus Stop that night. Between that I have acting classes, rehearsals, tech, blah, blah, blah...

I'm gonna be happy when things slow down a bit.

Also found out today that Michael Chabon's next novel, Telegraph Avenue, will (finally!) be out in the Fall of 2012. It's been too damn long since The Yiddish Policeman's Union.

But this is a "stuck in my head" entry...



Cigarettes
 by King's X

Have you gotten any cigarettes
And have you got anything for me
I no longer know just what I'm saying
Is this how it's supposed to be.
Sometimes I think the pain blows my mind
Pain blows my mind.
Is it june or late september
Is it 1993
Could you help me to remember
Is this how I'm supposed to be
Sometimes I think the pain blows my mind
Pain blows my mind.
Did you ever get those cigarettes
And did you get anything for me
Will you help me to remember
When I fall into the sea.
Sometimes I think the pain blows my mind
Pain blows my mind.

Case of the Mondos

I am not having the best day. I feel tired and cranky, not to mention a bit...um..."out of phase," for lack of a better term. I just can't get the engine to turn over.

I've been reading a lot of plays recently. Usually that process is fairly monotonous, with flashes of brilliance that make me excited to carry on with it. Unfortunately, the flashes of brilliance have been few and far between recently. If nothing else, I'm picking up things not to do when I get back to the word processor, myself.

And I think that's going to happen. I've finally got a pretty good idea, and with some encouragement from a cast-mate, I think I may actually be able to get back to putting my nose to the grindstone. Of course, with the specter of the new CD hanging there, I probably don't really need to be splitting my energies.

That said, I did get some work done over the weekend. Another guitar track recorded. I'm...pretty happy with it, I guess. Oh, hell, I'm never really "happy" with my work. I'm just this side of a hack, I know that. That said, what I need to do is just FINISH A FUCKING SONG, or two, even.

Mondays never used to get to me this much.