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Blog started in Jan 2005: 1st entries for Write in Every Genre. Then the REAL ME begins |
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It Hurts When I Stop Talking Sometime in Fall of 1998, when a visit from Dad was infrequent, and primarily at the mercy of his 88 Toyota making the 50 mile journey, I was being treated to lunch. The restaurant was my choice, I think. Sisley Italian Kitchen at the Town Center mall was somewhere my dad had not yet tried, so that was my pick. Either I was being treated to the luxury of lunch and adult conversation without my husband and 5 year old son in tow, or that's just how the moment has lodged in my memory. The more I think about it, they probably were there, but enjoying the Italian food too much to bother interrupting. Daddy and his lady friend at the time, Anne, came up together and made a day of it with me and the family. We were eating together and talking about some of my scripts, stories, coverages, poems and other creative attempts that really were not seeing the light of day. I think I'd just finished a group reading of The Artist's Way and was in a terribly frenetic mood over my writing. I think I'd just given them an entire rundown on a speculative Star Trek script. My Dad asked me point blank, “Why don’t you write it?? Anne agreed. It sure sounded like I wanted to write it. Why wasn't I writing seriously? It's what I'd set out to do when earning my college degree in Broadcasting many years earlier. Heck, I should, I agreed non-verbally. “I will.” But, I didn’t. Blogs can be wild, unpredictable storehouses of moments, tangents, creative dervishes, if you will. I'm getting a firmer handle on my creative cycle. My mental compost heap (which is a catch phrase from Natalie Goldman or Julia Cameron - I can't think which, right now) finally seems to be allowing a fairly regular seepage of by-products. That may be a gross analogy, but I give myself credit to categorize my work in raw terms. It proves that I'm not so much the procrastinating perfectionist that I once was. Still, I always seem to need prompts and motivation. Being a self-starter is the next step. My attempt to keep up in the Write in Every Genre Contest at the beginning of the year seemed like a perfect point to launch the blog. |
The Soundtrack of my Life This song, Lego House, and the video that accompanies it, is the epitome of I told two friends, and they told two friends, and so on, and so on, and so on.... From my recollection, few people in America were really taking note of singer-songwriter Ed Sheeran until 2011. And despite the talent he was exhibiting, and the play he was getting on radio, I still found most people above the age of fifteen did not then know his name, or knew he was the name to associate with the two songs that were most played then, A-Team and Lego House. I admit, it was my twelve-year old that sent me to look at this video at that time, and now, just recently, this video link is how I have introduced others still in the dark about him. Lego Song is not particularly straight-forward as a love song. The song, for me, takes on the flavor of the video -- it cannot be separated back out once you have seen this video as its representation. The farce that unfolds in this video is mental. For the majority of the video we are shown the seeming innocuous wanderings of a ginger lad, both out in the countryside, in meager habitation, even in the halls of a stadium preparing to perform before throngs of fans....who is this lad -- well, it is not Ed Sheeran. It is instead Rupert Grint (freshly off the Harry Potter meal train). Ed does make a few well placed appearances, helpful to the narrative, LOL! It says quite a bit about how musicians have to not only give life to their music, but be willing to see it have adventures of its own, even if the result is attracting curiosity-seekers, and purposefully confusing those uninitiated throngs. Ultimately it does get you ears. (2nd celeb. music video guilty pleasure) Ed Sheeran, Lego House feat. Rupert Grint |
The Soundtrack of my Life Guilty pleasure; celeb-alt music videos This delightful presentation of Leonard Nimoy in a modern music video for Bruno Mars has several layers of delight for me specifically, and without Mr. Nimoy saying a word. (And completely different from just Nimoy's voice being sampled into a song -- saying, "Pure Energy" -- I don't have to go look that one up for yo do I?) So, being a Californian, already the odds of seeing or even interacting with a celebrity is quite high. And the Lazy Song is espousing all the reasons to not be well known, or to even get out of your pajama pants! Leonard Nimoy has been in television and film a long time, by 2011. So his celebrity mixed with his age is the first bright note of his performance for this song -- a song that one envisions being sung by a much younger, well, less serious and lazy persona. The song of course speaks like a siren song to any of us that find it hard to unwind. The second layer to this that I love is the entire action of this video takes place in a suburban block that I have many memories of. The grocery store entered to procure milk and other entertainment is really around the corner from the street of houses used for exterior shots of Nimoy and a friendly neighbor. I remember the Carvel Ice Cream store next to that grocery store. I also remember growing up in the late Seventies and early Eighties sometimes being just beyond the boundaries when Hollywood scenes, or MTV videos needed filming. Mars lyrics even mention MTV, trying to interject that it can instruct, but essentially it is doing nothing. Bruno Mars, Lazy Song, (Alternative Official Video) feat. Leonard Nimoy |
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