Monday, September 25, 2006

Lake #14

it's a swirly-twirly time for me and my gay lover. the Santa Anita winds blow no good things our way. recently, I lost out on a big audition at Hollywood Death Cabs. They put on a talent show each year, and often some industry people will check it out. I had brought my concertina to play an original composition I wrote. They liked the song, but not me. I kinda choked, not having done music in front of people for a while. Meanwhile, a lot of the same people who get in every year, got in again. Hey, maybe they're just that talented.

Then I get home and find out Gay Lover has lost his gig. He's got another one lined up at another studio, but it just sucked. He had worked so hard to build up his publicity department, essentially from zero. It was his creation, and the thrill of creation has effected him so, that just being a flack again seems lame. He knew something was up, that they were thinking of dropping the entire department, and his pre-emptive visit to his boss proved true. Yes, he's landed okay, but he's freaked out by where's landed, and what will happen.

Which puts the spotlight back on me and my moras. Miasma. I don't know why "M" words work so well at describing the muck of our lives. I've been given a lot of leeway, and I feel like I need to have some major things happen this winter. Things that accrue $$. Hollywood Death Cab slows down in the winter, and I really need to speed up.

Have I so far? Um, not really. I've settled back into a drifty experience, poking around at the biz. Last time I checked, people who poke at show biz don't puncture much of anything. So how to turn myself into a task achiever? Prescribed Chemicals? Rare herbs? Guru seminars? Yellow Post-its all over my house -- "You ARE important!!!!"

I do have work tomorrow. I'm gonna be on Lake #14, a big movie with big stars. It's the 14th in the installments, making this the longest franchise since Police Academy. The big star from The Sad Belguim is on this too -- the luvely Clem Gooney. I hope he's there, but it's a huge cast, so who knows?

Our scene is taking place at a big auditorium, where they are creating a Curling Exhibition, complete with those cute wisk brooms. I'm a wealthy patron of Curling, so I will be showing up in my nicest dudes. I hope they approve. It's a 5:30AM call, so ...

It was also a weird summer at Hollywood Death Cab -- felt like I put myself in harm's way more than I needed to, fighting all the imagined injustices and slights. Manufactured drama, although some of it was quite real. I was pursued by several of my fellow Cabbers, who made a call to Management, trying to implicate me in an incident of stolen strawberries. I managed to prove that I could not possibly have had the key, and thus my strawberry innocence was preserved.

We also debuted a brand new route this summer, and with it management tried to control much of our speil. The clunky speil was poorly reviewed in the press, but management, drunk on its management kool-aid, ignored all of this with aplumb. Now, things are generally back to normal, Cabbers have started making the speil into recognizable human communications and we can be oursevles again. The changing of the route, involved new death areas (we went to the spot where Mansfield car be-headed her), and we even had an animated version of one of the deaths, where the death car of Soupy Sales heads over a cliff. This was highly hyped in the press (they spent (a million with a PR firm), and was a bit of a flop. The car would start dancing, after it had burst into flames and ejected Soupy from it, and people felt that was a bit too much, even for the Hollywood Death Cab crowd. Using "Disco Inferno," was also somewhat off-putting. Sales' surviving relatives boycotted us, and this resulted in more scrutiny.

Ah well, burn in hell I always say ...

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