Much grapevine information is unavailable to those who don't spend too much time in pubs. Maybe that's why it's the grape vine, instead of coffee or knitting.
Last night was spent getting slightly drunk (Which I can do on one barcardi double) getting the latest gossip on the university's art department - where I spent 10 years as student or technician. It seems the Head of School has applied to become dean. This is a lady who after 6 years hasn't noticed the utter contempt and vitriol thrown her way by absolutely everyone - students, collegues, superiors and visitors. It's like George Bush Jr wanting to be Pres...um, nevermind. But here there is zero chance.
I also hear that dear old Max, theatrical auteur extraordinaire, has somehow got our little play booked for two nights at the Hackney Empire. Fortunately it's the small stage with about a hunded seats.
Typically, Max is incommunicado on an Irish holiday for the next three weeks, so we have no way of knowing the legal situation of the production, who has been approached to be in the cast or given what roles, or anything else.
This time though, we have a professional producer - Richard P, who is experienced in theature, a long-time socialist with plenty of connections, and someone who won't put up with the egomania and ultra-laidback incompenence of last time.
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I spent the small hours coming up with a sort-of techno backing and rewriting lyrics for it. That makes 3 tracks that are "complete" in the sense that I'll probably only make minor changes if any, and I know exactly what I'll have to do in recording and processing the vocals. That is, the plan is complete, now I've just got to carry it out.
There's another one that's half-"complete", so with luck I'll have an EP by next week. Fingers and vocal chords crossed.
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For my next period of bleary-eyed insomnia, I've been capturing films from The Horror Channel - but only those that don't involve teenagers in a log cabin. Three today:
M - Fritz Lang's classic 1931 Kammerspeil of corruption and oppression driving an ordinary man (Peter Lorre) to child-murdering madness.
The Vampyr - 1932 Danish psysho-horror rarity, much praised for it's surreal imagery.
King of the Zombies - Er, probably a load of old rubbish, but could be fun ;-).
I don't think I'm quite ready for the sub-Buffy serial of wisecracking college witchcraft "Vampire High".
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Hackney Empire eh? Are you sure you don't mean Hackneyed Empire... ;) Kidding. That's great news!
ReplyDeleteYour list of Horror movie appalls me. There are so many great films to watch, and such a relatively short life span in which to watch them... Is it worth spending time you'll never have again on dross?
It's obvious; build a time machine!