As I was raking up the piles of dried up leaves, it kinda felt like cleaning up after a really epic party. Nobody really wants to do the cleanup, but you try to get through it as quickly as possible. But as you comb through all the debris, you notice leftovers of the good times. In my case, there were (thankfully) no piles of beer cans, or mysterious wet spots to deal with, but other reminders of the summer that once was. There, that's the ball the kids threw over the house to each other. Ah yes, the popsicle stick from the summer treat they spent hours begging for, promising to dispose of the garbage "right away". A shard of sidewalk chalk here, candy wrapper over there. Even the leaves themselves are a reminder of the fun had by all. As the leaves get scooped up into bags, I make a mental note to enjoy the summer party a little more next time, and maybe find someone else to clean up afterwards too.
Comment: When a casting director makes the statement: "Hey, let's see if Steven Seagal is available!", he or she should be shot immediately.
Find: If you are a musician, music geek, or a genuine lover of really good musicians, you really need to check out From The Basement TV. It's produced by Nigel Godrich, and is basically really cool performances from his studio of great bands/artists like Beck, Andrew Bird, Radiohead, The White Stripes, etc. The concept is that you get to see artists performing in a way where they are really connected to the music, rather than TV cameras or audiences. No doubt, an audience provides a certain energy that is indispensable, but watching Thom Yorke disappear into his music is really really cool.
I need to be up in a few hours and I'm not the least bit tired. Saturday is going to be rough.
peace.
