Brokeback Living Room

I wish I could quit you

Now, I haven't ever seen the film nor have I entertained a forbidden love in this living room, but I thought the pop culture reference would be humorous to the extent that it is a very poor attempt at a laugh; that the laughable effort would be just that


You will have to trust me that I did not consider it so thoroughly before writing the title


I've decided to begin today's entry before making the video.  Often will I dream up a very clever and thoughtful blog, sit down for an hour to make the video, and then completely forget all of my nuggets of wisdom and insight I had hoped to share


Today will we be blessed with no intended wisdom and therefore no lost insight--you're welcome


I have registered my car and purchased toilet paper in heroic fashion already today, and am left with naught but my quiet time, here, in front of the screen


Brian will be joining us to record 13 and 10 on Wednesday and I should prepare 8 and think over 6 and 11 in order to prescribe those parts to the best of our ability.  Check.


Blake's set to graduate with a bloody jazz degree this semester and not without some duress, particularly regarding his schedule.  I owe him a phone call this week, once I've written him a part or two.  Check.


I'd like to get together with Miss Artadi over coffee or something if she drinks it, see what insight she might offer in terms of the business side of this and see how she feels about her demos.  Perhaps providing her with more recent drafts will add clarity to our discussion.  Check.


And, again, I need to make my phone calls with the people who might very well have connections or advice or both, for me.


Cool--I should have taken care of that with my weekend minutes, anyway


I went on the internet archive last night and downloaded a whole mess of new material for what will be a second wave of videos, and I'm not sure where to begin.


I got some excellent video of a Miami swimsuit fashion show--3 different designers--and might celebrate the objectification of women, perhaps to the tune of 13 with its extra-loud guitar part (for Brian's benefit in devising a complementary part)


Maybe not--I'm going to save this as a draft and I'll be back soon.


Thanks