Wednesday, April 14, 2010

subterranean kid presents ... happy time







































































































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p.s. Hey. So, there’s a mysterious and charismatic post from the charismatic mystery of a human who calls him- or herself Subterranean Kid, a dude only known to all but one of us as a generous occasional contributor to this blog’s front page. Enjoy, respond, and thank you, SK. My time here is limited again today, so I’ll keep moving. ** Ahmed, Hey, I work from home too. What are the odds? High five, man. ** Misanthrope, Yeah, if I can’t manage opening an apartment door, walking across a room then sitting down in a chair, you’ll be on the next jet to the Paris suburbs, I promise. The mystery of your disappearing and reappearing comment was exciting! ** Empty Frame, Hey. Best of all the luck in the world with your final preparations, man. Paris awaits, etc. Tick tick, etc. ** Bill, I forgot to mention yesterday that Chemin is also one of the stars of Bruce la Bruce’s 'Otto' movie, but maybe everyone knows that. I’ll head over lickety split to Alex’s blog as soon as possible. Thanks for the tip, B. Sure hope your little headachy things are sorted asap, of course. Let me know. And, mm, let me recheck my rehearsal schedule for May with Gisele today, and I'll find out. I might be in Brest then, ugh, but I sure hope I'll be in Paris. ** Jesse Hudson, Hey, Jesse! Yes, he certainly does seem to be awesome, yes indeed. ** David Ehrenstein, I’ll hit those Lance Rock links on my next coffee break. I think I know who that is. ** Put The Lotion In The Basket, Damn, I hope my Kier-ish Flesh Worldly packet is back in Paris waiting for me. What’s good with you, sir? What’s up? ** Ken Baumann, You survived, eh? That AWP thing sure translated well into the hundreds of blog posts and diaries that were sent from the front. Life outside Denver the last week was separation anxiety central. Yeah, catch up soon, and thanks a lot for the ‘home safe’ missive, man. ** Little foal, I liked the free verse shape. Sometimes things are just fully understood, right? Words and feelings are such star-crossed lovers, it’s weird. It sounds good though, you and him. I’m still 'can’t waiting' to read STUPID. The rehearsals are proving a heavily magnetic, all or nothing venture. I’m pooped. Can’t wait, though! Enjoy your everything today, my friend. ** Lux, Hey, dude. No, I don’t think Louis Garrel is in this one. He’s not in my scene anyway. I’ve heard only just the barest news and gossip and warning stuff about ‘Serbian Film’. Not much about why it’s a destroyer of one’s soul. I’ve heard that number before. Curious to see it, I guess. I’ll look into this mind wrenching scene in question when I get back to cyber-civilization full time again. ** Alan, Hey. Oh, yeah, so you’ve seen some of that Takeshi Kitano TV madness. Only knowing his films and his glowering presence as a bad guy in films, I was plenty surprised. Nagoya may still be in the cards. There’s some power play going on at whatever festival there that we’re supposed to perform at, so we’re waiting out the internal struggle to see if our slot survives. ** Trees, Boettner’s stuff is really cool. Well worth a deep delve. Kind of sweet and sad and nice and other complicated but ultimately good things about you an Se4n. Getting that far and solidly is no small thing, but your buoyancy is telling you that already. Wish I’d been a fly or bat on the wall for your ‘Denny Smith’ talk. Was it impromptu and improvised, or is there a document? You be well too, duh. ** JW Veldhoen, I’m just lucky that way, I guess. Oh, I’ll check that link to your interblog as soon as time allows. For now, I’ll let the others beat me there. Everyone, none other than JW Veldhoen himself has loaded thing upon thing into here, a a place called Ø, and I’m betting you and I are among the beneficiaries. ** L@rstonovich, Hey, man. I’m kind of popping in here at the moment myself. Maybe more of a plop than a pop. Hey, man! ** Sypha, Ack, sorry to hear that your throat has turned on you again. Do your very best with that. Is ‘Port of Saints’ a ‘major’ Burroughs? I’ve never thought of it as such a thing. Hm, maybe I should reread it. ** David, I’ll see if any of my collaborators has a decent limerick to pass along. Do you speak French or Japanese? ** Creative Massacre, Oh, that sucks about the fucked up kitchen and so on. So, wait, are you saying the France culinary trip isn’t happening? That sucks, if so, but, yeah, better safe than sorry, I guess, if so. ** Justin, Thanks, man, about my FB friends. Those were just the tip of the continent of them. I could do one of those posts every day. It’s weird. Oh, don’t think twice about Mark Ewert’s slowness on the reply front. He’s like that. It’s nothing personal. I mean, I’m the worst. People who friend on FB write me the nicest messages, and I almost never write back. It sucks of me to be such a flake, but I just have way too much going on. Awesome that the sewing machine is near-perfect. When will you start the sewing? Oh, I keep forgetting to mention this: I think maybe someone at Butt Magazine reads this blog because a week or so ago, Butt suddenly wants me interviewed for the magazine. I think our recent little tete a tete on matter might well be the trigger. ** RUSTY KELLEY, Hi, Rusty. Welcome to this place. Please hang around here if you like. Thanks much for the link to your film. I’m in the middle of morning to night theater rehearsals until Tuesday, but if I get a decent rain check at some point, I’ll watch your film first thing. In any case, I’ll watch it soon, and I look forward to it. Let me … Everyone, Rusty Kelley is a new fella around here, and he’s working on a short film that he’d like to share with us. It's titled 'Thurible', and you can watch it by clicking this. Please do, and please share any thoughts or feedback you have with him, okay? I would appreciate it, and, obviously, he will too. Thanks a lot. Again, nice to meet you, and I highly anticipate meeting your work. ** Alec Niedenthal, Hey, A. Things are crazed but basically all good on my end. Shit, what’s the deal on the medical scare? You don’t have to say, of course, but, man, I hope that isn’t too big a deal. Let me know at least some vagaries of what happens, okay? No, I’m way behind on my HTMLG reading due to swallowed up time and little internet to speak of. If I can, I’ll go read your entry today, and, of course I’ll let you know what I think. Oh, assuming I can find it easily, I’ll use my little internet spurt of the moment to link the gang to it. I found it. Everyone, please click this link that leads to an entry about ‘collaboration and alienation in fiction’ over at HLMLGIANT by our own Alec Niedenthal. Check it out and share your thoughts with Alec, if you don’t mind, either by commenting over there or here. Thanks! ** Inthemostpeculiarway, Hey. Mm, I don’t know that those frienders are fans really. Maybe they’ve heard my name or something. I’m glad your eye took the easy and quick route to normalcy, obviously. Bendy looking good is always a Bendy worth reading about, push comes to shove. I’ll see that ‘Elm Street’ movie, I guess, ‘cos I’m a Freddie completist, I guess. I’ll look at those links you posted later, thanks. I just had a knock on the office door here hailing me back into the theater asap, so my fun will have to wait. Quickly, yesterday: I woke up in my little hotel room, made myself coffee, and then managed to hit the little table that my cup was resting on with an elbow, splashing coffee all over the walls and bed and etc. So I spent twenty minutes trying to clean the place, but the sheets were fucked, stained as hell, and I was sure the hotel manager would scream at me. She didn’t, but only because I slipped out and didn’t get back until after 11 pm. Still, they didn’t change the sheets on my bed yesterday when they cleaned the room, and I think that was revenge. Anyway, then I went to the theater, and it was crazy non-stop work all day and into the night. We didn’t even stop for lunch or dinner. The singer/artist Tujiko Noriko is 'the voice' for most of the pre-recorded, paranormal-based texts and also the singer of the epiphany/song, and she has really bad laryngitis right now, but her voice sounds spooky and awesome, so we decided to record her talking and singing like that, and it worked out great, I think. We recorded everyone else in the piece doing their texts and also breathing heavily because I think we’re going to use that sound too. We had another run-through of the piece so that Shiro, who’s doing the holographic effects, could see it, and it was better this time and ten minutes shorter, which is a tiny start. Peter and Stephen worked on the score with Gisele’s and my ears' input. Shiro tested some hologram stuff. Jonathan Capdevielle worked on his archery skills with an instructor; the piece, as it ends now, concludes with him shooting arrows at things in the forest. And other stuff. It was a very packed day. Fujiko Nakaya, who’s doing the fog sculptures and atmospheric installations for the piece, arrived last night, so today we will be busy with her, I think. Plus, I have to work with the two Jonathans on the English texts to get their pronunciations and stuff right. Anyway, that was the day, basically. Your turn, as always. ** Bollo, Hey, J. Well, ‘The Weaklings’ was supposed to come out this month, but, for whatever reasons, it got delayed at the last minute. Its new release date is yet to be decided. Hopefully, this year. Unless there’s a surprise, no, I’m not invited to come along with ‘Jerk’ to Dublin. I don’t think Gisele is going either. Some venues’ budgets are so tight that it ends up being only Jonathan and a tech person who goes. But that’s fine ‘cos Jonathan knows his shit. Awesome on the biggish drawing, and high hopes re: that. Yeah, there’ll be some kind of slideshow post thing about the rehearsals, next week, I guess. Take care. ** I need to speed back to the theater work now. Dig the post today, and I will see you, yes, tomorrow.

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