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see it's like a prince song? just about you!!
aren't you excited? good. now stop being such a lazy bastard and update your freakin' blog.
what? you think i have nothing better to do all day at work than WORK? how am i supposed to properly procrastinate if you do not update your blog? i mean, Jesus H Christ! do you think i feel like blogging all the time? no. no i do not. but i do it for the kids. think of the children.
this weekend i sat in the camera truck. on friday, i was all like 'bloo-dee-bloo-dee-bloo' (which is a vaguely complainy way to be) about whether or not i would spend my friday evening -- see that's weekend! -- back here at the symphony watching the crew film Beethoven's Eroica for our next television show. i've been working on this project since i got here over a year ago and i'll be working on it until i leave or i get eaten by giant man-eating lampreys. i felt like i should at least see one of the performances all the work was centered around.
you know, i tweren't *required* to go, but felt like it would be good for me to go, but then it had been a busy/stinky work week and i wanted to go see Coffee and Cigarettes instead. but then i came here anyway, and my boss was happy i showed and told one of the producers to make sure i had a good seat in the camera truck.
that's kinda rad. i guess i'd been afraid i'd get here and be out of place and in the way... but instead i got to sit at a console in the truck, and by truck i mean "giant television studio on wheels." it was pretty goddamned exciting to see about twenty-five hi-def monitors on live feed from our ten camera shoot of the symphony. zooming in on the bassonist. swooping down on the conductor. tightening up on the concert master's fingers working the frets... all the while, the director and assistant director are hollering into the headsets, "camera 4, shot 102, 5 103, 1 104 and zoom 2 3 4 5 6 7 lock it lock it 10 10 10 tighten that! you're fired!"
whew! and all that over some really superb music! glad i went. it really brought me back to my production days. and no one wanted to see Coffee and Cigarettes with me anyway.
then, on saturday, damian performed as MC Frontalot and would you believe he had a whole gaggle of high school fans? kids, jumping up and down wearing MCF shirts, reciting his lyrics along with him. not like i'm surprised people like his schtick, but it was awfully odd to see a mess of MC Frontalot fans gathered together. there goes his indie cred.
damian is moving to new york in a couple of weeks to put Young Zombies in Love up for the fringe festival, and he'll be there for a year. a year! that sucks. yet another bud lost to the great beyond.
sigh.
it's lumpo's birthday today. happy birthday lumpo.
i will end this post with a blazing guitar solo.
ROCK!
i want to see coffee and cigarettes. but later.