With little to no responsibilities aside from: Waking up, going to work, leaving work, continuing to breathe; I've continued my path of mental deprevation for far to long.
I was inspired here and there. I worked diligently to lang myself a role in some type of show here in the Nashvegas area, but to no avail. So far, that is. That is stil a work in progress.
I've also disucess this issue with a friend of mine who claims she went through the same thing. Its very diufficult to leave all your friends who are knee deep in theatre with you and be slung back into the cockpit of a fast moving ship called monotony here at home. Love my family to death, and I need this place to stay so I can continue to save money, but there is also the downside of finding all of this too comforting. Life is far to easy. I don't have homework, I don't have to worry about finding something to eat... I simply go to work. My largest concern are the drivers in the Nashville downtown area. Most of them need to pay closer attention to their world. They're operating weapons carelessly.
So to be cut off from all of your involvement with the theatre peoples you once associated yourself... it is tough to remain as upbeat, positive, and completely involved in the particular career choice you've deemed as something you love. I remember I love it, and I remember that when I do it, I will be reminded again of why I do it... but the opportunities lie dormant just on the other side of a hill called perseverence. That hill sucks to clime by yourself.
I want to be the beacon that gathers the flock around me. I want my mood to shift the mood of others, to cause a viral infection of theatre and film craze, to write, create, film, and play with people of a like mind, but I'm not nearly as resilient as I used to be. Its so much easier to turn on a playstation than it is to gather people together into a room.
That is my dilemma, my curse, possibly my generations curse. Human interaction is vying for supremacy with technology.
a more fun note, Bonnaroo was magnificent as usual.
I bought a ticket with my siblings, my sister included this year. It was a year to remember for certain. Paul McCartney was obviously the highlight. I've seen a Beatle perform Beatles songs. That is a story that I get to tell for the rest of my life.
I watched Alt-J up close and personal, weaseling my way into the crowd as they came on stage. I snapped some clips but I cannot tell fi they're worth while. I have misplaced my phones cable and am in process of acquiring it again. In the mean time, my camera/picture taking capacity will be lacking in the availability of transferals between devices until I can locate the cable. I believe, however,m with as many Batman comics I've read of late, my detective skills will obviously prevail against the case. Justice shall be served!
(Update: I've commandeered another's cable!)
|Bonnaroo Flag made by yours truly. Storm Troopers!|
|A little Trombone Shorty for ye'|
|Alt-J made my night and my trip!|
|One of the greatest musicians of our time. Super Tall Paul!|
God speed ladies and gents, and I apologize for my inactivity. Life got in the way.
Hugs and kisses and all that jazz,