Had to include the above pic. It’s my favorite from last night. I’ve been taking the same old, same old kind of shot: standing or sitting, towards the actors. Finally some part of me yelled at the photographer in me to get a bit creative and víola! Shot from the ground, slightly off kilter, and what a great look on M’s face (she’s the one sitting at the table). I’m lovin’ it.
Ran the video camera last night. Remembered to turn it off and back on a few times so the files are all about 2-3 minutes long. Longer than that and the files will be too big to handle well. Captured some good laughter and goofs, but of course as soon as the battery gave me a warning and I put them damned thing away the funniest part of the night began: two actors were caught in a giggle fit and couldn’t do a scene because they were laughing so hard. Poop. I console myself that it was just my first night trying to capture this stuff and I’ve a lot of rehearsals ahead of me.
Answers. The rough is cool and the delivery good. I have the go ahead to record the finals. Ditto with vids; make them and let the director see what I’ve got. He’s into it. Finally got the director to admit and that we need a recording night for the trailer and other miscellaneous voices I want.
Left a bit early last night. Felt fried by so much thinking, plus I had to stop by TrefPunt for some smoke. Hung out at The Reef before rehearsal, toking. I was alone, so I took out my notepaper and began getting stuff out my brain. Three pages of notes. Things to do, things to remember to do, ordering of everything.
Like I said to my bro: I’m quieter. I don’t know that I’m slower.
A bit of honesty. On the heels of my slightly depressed reaction came rage. For 24 hours I’ve cursed like a sailor. Thought I’d rid myself of that kind of tirade, but there it was, spewing out of me. Goddamn this and fuck that. Non-stop. Everything set me off, everyone pissed me off. I must have called at least a dozen people ass-wipes. Which is why I headed off to The Reef before rehearsal, to try and smoke that rage down. It worked, tho I note here that it took an Amnesia Haze joint to do it. And by the time I left rehearsal early I needed to smoke again.
As I sat watching late night tv with my bro I was really bone tired. More tired than my work merited. Every muscle ached; I felt like I’d walked through three days rather than just one. Granted, I was either lugging around books or cameras, but I wasn’t THAT active.
Taken to mumbling to myself again. I list out everything I need to remember as I walk around the neighborhood. Half the time I can get away with pretending I’m talking on the phone to someone; everyone has that hands-off phone shit here. The other half I just sigh and smile that slightly sad smile that says: Yes, I know I’m mad. Deal.
Today I’m free. Or, I’m taking a free day today. Really need to go and get my blood work done at hospital. Next week I’ve an appointment with my rheumatologist. But I just can’t be bothered today. Tomorrow M will come to help me with some rough vids and I’ve rehearsal at 4:30 rather than 7 in the evening. I need a day down. Plus, I’ve loads and loads of laundry to get through.
A big, heartfelt thanks to my teachers. They asked me if I wanted homework. Asked me. That tells me they recognize I’m very busy. I appreciate that so much! I took the work, naturally. I know I need to keep working on it. But I’m getting much, much better. Yesterday we had 30 minutes during our lesson to write a small paragraph on the spot. I had a few corrections, but overall I did really well. Especially when you consider how long I’ve taken in the past to write anything in Dutch. Thirty minutes was very quick. I used correct verb tenses, correct grammar, and some of our vocabulary words. Good. on. me.
Crossing my fingers that my slight depression followed by anger was just some medication reaction coupled with bad timing from the Universe. I feel better today; lighter. Hells bells! I even took the time to say hello to whatever it is that lives down the grove. I haven’t acknowledged that thing for a long time.
Still loads of work on my plate. With luck I’ll set up some recordings this weekend. Start clipping the Blue Whale voice. I’ve got to edit out the breaths and pauses before I effect it. Then I need to clip again and add in electronic glitch noises here and there. Then I’ll record a second voice that echoes the first in areas. It’s a back and forth process between two computers – and then, finally! – my brother can take them into compression. I have to finish the recordings first, then edit the video to the recordings. And I have to do the recordings for Acts 1 and 2 before I can do Act 3 because Act 3 contains clips from Acts 1 and 2. Whew!
Somewhere in there I need to interview the cast on film. Keep up on homework in Dutch class. Learn my lines. Get out the winter newsletter issue. Coordinate with my brother, the director, and any backstage help I can find.
…Next time I see Dr T, I know how to answer him when he asks: Why do you have to do it all?
Because I want it that much.