Confirmed

"But you know / How it goes."

-- Tally Hall, "Spring and a Storm"

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Day off today, even though most of the power is back. Some schools had their refrigerators down for so long that the meat and dairy went south, and they refuse (rightfully) to re-open until they can feed the chitluns.

Morning booked tomorrow: An early trip to Milford, about 25 miles east, officially the farthest I've ever had to displace for a show. Scotland doesn't count, since we were living in flats that were a ten-minute city walk from the venue. This feels like the real thing. Driving in vans, sliding out crates and the monolith sound system (the free-standing speakers are like thug versions of lawn gnomes: tough, heavy, black, and two feet tall), finding a nook to change where the kids won't accidentally saunter by--this is touring. In a way.

I mean, Disney gets a team of several dozen. We get four. And it's us. We meet in the parking lot of a local Kroger for the time being, wedge into the van, and off we go, armed with our show shit and a little white paper with directions.

We should just be glad to have bookings at all, I suppose. There are lots of homeless, jobless actors out there (or this guy, who snooted some Frenchies with tents), and I know the cloudy sting of performing for a bunch of vacant seats.

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Finished Blindness today and was disappointed. I read it to prepare for the movie, which comes out in October, because the trailer intrigued me. Fernando Meirelles' new film was scalped by some who saw it at Sundance, Cannes and Toronto. Rotten Tomatoes shows some poor promise, too.

As a side, Econ's entry about the comments on song lyrics seems to coincide with the responses to this article. I especially like the guy who refers to City of God as "God'd Town" and actually touches on something like commercialism in our culture with this gem: "...again the guy had to take it even more easier...result...the guy had to sell his 'soul' to the market once more."

Anyways, the book was very good until the last hundred pages, which sort of devolve into a thinly-veiled essay on modern society's problems. How many times can you use the metaphor of blindness? A ton, apparently. How many things can you say with that metaphor? One, apparently.

I'm trying to stay stoked for the film.

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Hit the Levee AMC last night and watched Burn After Reading--I have mixed feelings. I like the Coen Brothers, and the flick was genuinely funny. But I kinda feel like maybe No Country was such a big hit that they took a Beta project, gave it an Alpha cast, and made an Epsilon movie. Just a feeling. Critics and fans are loving it. But hey, it's also got a bizarre head-axing in the streets of DC, Malkovich repeating the line, "What the FUCK," at least thirty times, George Clooney, and a dildo.

Dunno.