I’m working on a project. Without going into any detail that might lead the responses I get I’m wondering what, if any, memories you have from your childhood of the Peter Pan story/mythology? Parts of the narrative that stick out to you? What version you remember loving the most? If you can identify any themes or messages you still carry with you that would be awesome.
I’d be grateful for anything you can offer!
Thanks!
I have a very odd relationship with my beard. It’s growing up. It’s now taking up 1/3 of my face. Sometimes it’s itchy. I feel like beards are becoming a revived trend, especially in the indie music scene. Let me just say that my beard was here before all that, is here now, and will be here for the foreseeable future.
No, Gina, I am not in an altered state right now.
I just love my beard.
I’m busy. I hate to say it, but at this point (even though I do love all of you who read this) I am more enjoying my life as it happens, and it’s happening at such a rapid pace that some things take a back seat – this blog being one of them.
The good news is that I’m having a fucking awesome start to the semester. I feel like I’m finally where I need to be. My expectations of where I should be and where I actually am are getting closer and closer. It feels awesome. I started flossing regularly, like every day. I never did that before. I’m rubbing elbows with some of the high ups in the theatre program. I’m taking a class that is, with the exception of 5 papers, simply going to see theatre performances. Sweet. I’m challenged by my classes but they’re still in a realm of interest to me, which seems like a new concept to me right now. Things are good. I hope the same for you. High fives all around.
As a director, I imagine one of your most delicate challenges would be how to run the rehearsal process for “The Miracle Worker”. Do you actually blindfold the little girl playing Helen Keller so she gets the sense of no sight if she doesn’t act blind enough? What about ear plugs if her mumblings are too intelligible? Would she need to sign a release form making the theatre company not liable in case she ran into a chair or worse? How would you deal with her stage parents if they didn’t want her to come off as “too disabled”? Obviously, I have a lot to learn.
The first draft of this post was written as a gangster selling you drugs–only with music instead. It got too silly and offensive. These songs mean more to me than that. Have a listen.
Zach Condon (of Beirut) – “Venice”
If you like Beirut but felt they were a little too avante garde for you this solo work from Zach Condon will hit just the right spot.
Of Montreal – “Nonpareil of Favor”
Epic and intense. There are four contrasting movements in this opus. Don’t let the first one or two fool you…not for the faint of ear.
Jeffery Lewis – “Together We Form Jeff”
Anti-folk in all its glory. Jeff Lewis tapes himself twice, one over the other, being different sides of his personality. Charmingly homemade.
Diane Cluck – “Easy to be Around”
I’m just getting to know her, but she impresses me already. Having done a few duets with Jeff Lewis, she has automatic street cred.
Yeasayer – “Wait for the Summer”
Tribal and fun. These guys were my first concert in Milwaukee. Woot!
The sassy maid from Weeds has been forced to do a diabetes commercial!! I saw it on TransitTV while riding the Milwaukee Metro! Outragious! It’s OUTRAGIOUS I Say!
How did the font of a label maker ever get the reputation of being tough and “hood”?
Am I crazy here?
Mouthwash will kill sperm. Ladies, just don’t use it on your vagina-please.
