Archive for March 2004
Eight Minutes To Spare
You may need Mapquest for this one. It gets a little complicated. So the deadline for the Nantucket Film Festival screenplay competition is tomorrow. I wrote my virgin foray into screenwriting in July 2000, and basically haven’t touched it since. Until tonight. It’s called “Mo’ Hart.” As I wrote on my application, “A recently-graduated senator’s…
Read MoreTick… Tick… Tick…
Yunno, this snow that’s been falling for the last 24 hours doen’t really bother me. I rather enjoy it. The flakes are fine and patient, falling breezily to earth without sticking. Each unique crystal, like me, knows that spring is but moments away. I’ve got my spring sneaks. The linen’s are pressed and hanging in…
Read MorePerfect Square
This happens every so often: I’m in some mellow, acoustic-rock, AAA mindset when — BAM! — some shit stirs up the rock in me. Ok, ok, not the AC/DC, Black Sabbath, Queens of the Stone Age rock. The smart rock, the sensitive rock, the cerebral rock. Tonight it was REM’s new live DVD, ‘Perfect Square’…
Read MoreDemographics
I have a yellow file folder in my bag that says “TO DO” in big, black Sharpie letters, as not to be confused with the purple on that says “GRAMMY ’04” or the green one that reads “BWD, LLC.” Its very existence makes me laugh. But don’t take my word for it. Have a look…
Read More1:53:49
Yesterday’s half marathon could have been a crushing defeat. I haven’t run over six miles since November’s NYC Marathon, and truth be known, I ran very little at all over the winter. So I was more than just a little concerned. But beyond finished strong in 1:53:49, it turned out to be a pretty miraculous…
Read MoreSay Yes
I started a post on Holden Caulfield, Benjamin Braddock, and me, but as it’s already after 10:00 and I’ll be running 13.1 miles in less than 12 hours, I’ll have to get back to it. For now, a weekend update… There is a new Smith Family Player. Bassist Roy Smith joined the band tonight, I…
Read MorePlastics
This is Benjamin. He’s a little worried about his future… “Ben, what are you doing?” “Well, I would say that I’m just drifting. Here in the pool.” “Why?” “Well, it’s very comfortable just to drift here.” * * * It’s funny: I’m not so worried about my future anymore. I know enough now to know…
Read MoreRandom Notes, Volume XXIV
Fish tells me that she lost her moorings yesterday without a Daily Journal update. So here goes, Random Notes Volume XXIV: I’m going to record an Internet-only, downloadable EP this weekend, if I can get Pro Tools installed (my laptop is officially owned by Viacom, so I don’t have admin rights). I’m going to write…
Read MoreProTools, Day One
This Daily Journal was born in the fall of 2000 as a document of my creative endeavors. It often veers into the personal, and rightly so: my songs, stories, screenplays, and paintings are all personal. But let’s get back to our regularly scheduled programming, at least for a minute… Truth is, I was blogging before…
Read MoreOff-White Cashmere
She is wearing an off-white, cashmere sweater set, which, apparently, I’m a sucker for. I’m fresh from rehearsal with the newly-dubbed Smith Family Players, my country gig. Kevin Smith (mandolin, fiddle, vocals), Nick Smith (pedal steel), and I (guitar, vocals) are at La Belle Epoque on Broadway & 12th. We’ve come to see a Cajun…
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