In Light of Recent Events

It happened during Tom Petty. I was fine until that. Relatively fine. I mean, seriously, how “fine” have any of us been in these two weeks since September 11^th, the day that will live in infamy, along with that other day during World War Two? None of us, I think. Except those who don’t care about Americans or human beings or America in general. And those are not the type of people I care to associate with, and believe me, in Hollywood you have to be very careful who you associate with. The company you keep is almost as important as the roles you take or the parties you go to, goes the quote. Almost or more.“Almost” or “more.” I’m not sure. I wrote it down once but I lost all those notebooks in the fire at the house I was renting a few years ago. All my notebooks from my days studying acting at AADA, the American Academy of Dramatic Arts in New York City. All the notes from class, gone. Thegone—the pages of phonetic spellings of Ibsen monologues;monologues, the backstories of whatever Sam Shepard character I was working on at the time. All those terrifically detailed and passionate pages of imagined lives, gone.lives. Gone. It’s sort of like whatthe painters in Atlantis must have felt when the city went underwater. Except more so, because they went down with Atlantis so they weren’t aware of their loss for more than three minutes probably. Unless they were in an air pocket and lasted longer—but I can’t think about something like that.

See, my brain is kind of broken. It gets caught on the complexities of stuff. The endless nooks and crannies of human experience hijacks my brain until I can’t concentrate on my lines or whatever song I’m working on with my band or on programming the TiVo—which I find very difficult despite what they tell you on TiVo.