Tonight, I embark on an epic adventure. Sure, I'm only physically traveling to Station North, but that's not the point. The point is that I'm going Off the Map in terms of things I've ever done before. New bar? No. Strip club? God no. Something that doesn't involve alcohol on a Saturday night off? Now you're just being silly.
I'm going to pitch a rock opera.
Now, I've written lots of music in my life time (some of it alright, even) and I've written lots of stories before, but I've never written a play, much less a rock opera. Epic journey to uncharted territory indeed.
Tonight I'm off to the Baltimore Rock Opera Society's Pitch Party the Second. While my initial pitch did not actually make it in to the round that will be judged at the party itself, I have been assured by the heads of the BROS that it won't be hard to find interested people at said party.
So off I go with little to no experience in the intended medium, to act like I know what I'm doing to people I've never even laid eyes on before, armed only with my own confidence and the fact that once I pay $10 at the door, the promise free beer. Sounds like an epic quest to me.
Too bad I don't have a giant cardboard battleaxe or a viking helmet or something. They love that kinda shit.
- Kid
Saturday, September 29, 2012
Tuesday, September 11, 2012
19_Fall of Awesome
Hey! Lady Trivia! Are you watching this? I'm blogging about you! Yeah! You!
We win.
So what's the title about anyway? What is the Fall of Awesome? This is! And you can be a part of it too. Yesterday, I woke up to the most pleasant surprise I've had in a good few weeks: when I walked outside, I was not instantly hot. After this summer, that was a wonderful thing.
So this fall, I've decided, will be the Fall of Awesome. Every day I'm going to do one thing that I think is Awesome. This could be running before work or doing laundry, or it could be catching up with an old friend I haven't seen or talked to in a while.
Which is sorta what I'm doing now. Except Lady Trivia is busy blogging about me blogging about her, so we're not doing a lot of catching up at the moment. So stop reading this and talk to me, dammit!
- Kid
We win.
So what's the title about anyway? What is the Fall of Awesome? This is! And you can be a part of it too. Yesterday, I woke up to the most pleasant surprise I've had in a good few weeks: when I walked outside, I was not instantly hot. After this summer, that was a wonderful thing.
So this fall, I've decided, will be the Fall of Awesome. Every day I'm going to do one thing that I think is Awesome. This could be running before work or doing laundry, or it could be catching up with an old friend I haven't seen or talked to in a while.
Which is sorta what I'm doing now. Except Lady Trivia is busy blogging about me blogging about her, so we're not doing a lot of catching up at the moment. So stop reading this and talk to me, dammit!
- Kid
Sunday, September 9, 2012
18_Super Lyrics Time! (Part 1: The Fourth Wall)
These are some lyrics I wrote years ago for a song called "The Fourth Wall", which was part of a concept album I was working on:
"Your voice is fading
Drying like the ink that's on this page
As your memory bends at the corners
And doubles over
Into the double space"
They're pretty damn good, but the music never was. The melody was cute, but it was a shameless attempt to copy Deathcab's Tiny Vessels. (Still one of the most beautiful songs I've ever heard, and worth trying to imitate, so give me some credit.)
I'm saying this because for a long time tonight, I stared at this page, writer's block consuming me. (NOTE: You have to understand, the reason writers are so good at conveying emotion is because writer's block is the same problem that many non-writers have: the inability to truly understand what it is you are really trying to say. People do it every day, they sit and get angry or frustrated not because of something someone else has done, but because they don't know how to really put in to words what they are feeling. Even if that something is a good thing. Us writers, however, are used to it. We're practiced at not having any idea of how to put into words what we are feeling. So we are also practiced at breaking through those blocks. Take that, world.)
And so, it took me a while to break through, until I remembered a conversation I had earlier tonight with one of my South African friends. He broke up with his girlfriend (another close friend of mine down there) two months ago. And I just found out about it tonight.
Faded voices. Memories doubling over into the double space of long-distance communication.
That is how most of my information has come to me these days. If not second-hand, than over the phone, or over the internet. Rarely in person, rarely in a timely fashion. My best friends have become voices on a phone, random oddly timed facebook chats, status updates and emoticon ridden texts.
I suppose it would be fine if it was good news, because there is no distance too great to stop good news from being awesome. But bad news? Quite the opposite. Any distance, even arm's length, seems too great.
Strange that it seems like all the lyrics I wrote four years ago come back now to be relevant. Maybe I was smarter back then.
- Kid
"Your voice is fading
Drying like the ink that's on this page
As your memory bends at the corners
And doubles over
Into the double space"
They're pretty damn good, but the music never was. The melody was cute, but it was a shameless attempt to copy Deathcab's Tiny Vessels. (Still one of the most beautiful songs I've ever heard, and worth trying to imitate, so give me some credit.)
I'm saying this because for a long time tonight, I stared at this page, writer's block consuming me. (NOTE: You have to understand, the reason writers are so good at conveying emotion is because writer's block is the same problem that many non-writers have: the inability to truly understand what it is you are really trying to say. People do it every day, they sit and get angry or frustrated not because of something someone else has done, but because they don't know how to really put in to words what they are feeling. Even if that something is a good thing. Us writers, however, are used to it. We're practiced at not having any idea of how to put into words what we are feeling. So we are also practiced at breaking through those blocks. Take that, world.)
And so, it took me a while to break through, until I remembered a conversation I had earlier tonight with one of my South African friends. He broke up with his girlfriend (another close friend of mine down there) two months ago. And I just found out about it tonight.
Faded voices. Memories doubling over into the double space of long-distance communication.
That is how most of my information has come to me these days. If not second-hand, than over the phone, or over the internet. Rarely in person, rarely in a timely fashion. My best friends have become voices on a phone, random oddly timed facebook chats, status updates and emoticon ridden texts.
I suppose it would be fine if it was good news, because there is no distance too great to stop good news from being awesome. But bad news? Quite the opposite. Any distance, even arm's length, seems too great.
Strange that it seems like all the lyrics I wrote four years ago come back now to be relevant. Maybe I was smarter back then.
- Kid
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