Except for the fact that I wasn’t a little boy when I was growing up (unlike one of my closest female friends and colleagues), that little illustration above pretty much shows you my entire childhood.
At every possible moment, I was listening to records. And usually on one of those small portable record players pictured there. And even while that is a very isolating — well, I don’t know if that’s the best word; maybe a word like solitary is more appropriate — even though it was solitary, those were the happiest years of my life. Truly.
Even the process of “listening to records” nowadays has changed drastically, of course. I have a record player, but I almost never play it. I usually just stream stuff off the Internet in one way or another. And I play a lot of CDs in my kitchen or in my car. But it’s just not the same thing. At all.
The way of living life that I used to love is simply long gone. I’m not trying to reclaim the past, or to live in it (yeah, I know — I bought a house that’s 118 years old, with a really cool old barn that’s 108 years old, and it’s in a tiny village in Ohio that’s close to 200 years old, and I interact with the long-dead spirits here on a daily basis; however, I do not consider any of this as living in the past! I think of it more as “sharing the different levels of reality,” or co-existing in something virtual.).
Anyway. Big digression. Sorry.
I don’t need to live in the past, but I do crave a certain simplicity. I guess that’s why I fell in love with Muskingum County and moved here. Even though it makes traveling a colossal headache. Just getting to the nearest International airport takes an hour. I realize that when I lived in NYC for 3 decades, it took at least an hour if not more to get to either airport, but here in Muskingum County, if you want a car service to do the driving for you (as I usually preferred in NYC), it’s about $175 before the tip. So life is not quite as “simple,” living in the peaceful middle of nowhere, as it might seem.
I’m bringing all this up because I’m going to have to start traveling again in the near future and probably not stop for a long time. NYC, Toronto, Florida, and LA. Because of the theater projects, the TV projects, and then the micro-short films and (hopefully) the music projects with Peitor. It’s all good; I’m not complaining. It’s just that there’s something still down inside me that would prefer to sit in my room and listen to records…
However. Yesterday, I continued to make great headway in the revision of the Tell My Bones script. I am almost done. Which is, like, a really good thing because I need to meet with the director in something like 6 days.
Nothing like waiting until the final moment to get your fucking shit together. I don’t know why it has been so difficult for me to take a 90-minute play and condense it down to a 30-minute staged reading. Sounds so easy in the abstract, yet doing it on paper has been unbelievably hard for me. I don’t know why. But I will be so relieved when it is done. Or at least a draft of it is ready to show people.
And next week, I expect feedback on the chapters I have so far in my new novel, Blessed By Light, because I want to get that project completed, too. I really thought I’d have that novel done by Christmas, but au contraire; everything else in the world happened instead. I’m eager to see what the feedback from the editor will be, though. It is such an unusual book for me to be writing – the life of an aging rock star told in 2nd Person, from a male POV; the eroticism of his inner world, of his memories, and then the redemption of his life.
I still don’t know why I’m writing it, but I do really love the book. I can’t wait to be able to really focus on it again.
Well, on that note, gang, I’m gonna tackle the revision of Tell My Bones now. Inching my way toward the finish line.
Have a wonderful day, wherever you are in the world. I leave you with the songs I’m listening to, although not on my record player, as I yearn for that simpler world I used to have:
Sun Kil Moon’s new album, I Also Want to Die in New Orleans
And Grinderman’s Go Tell the Women from 2007
Okey-doke! Thanks for visiting! I love you. See ya!