Damn, guess who stopped blogging for a couple months. You missed a lot of stuff in my life, yeah, sorry, but what say we try to finish this Story of L.A., huh?
So, where we last left our hero (me) he (I) was about to meet up with a pretty important guy in television. Natalie and I hit the location early to scope it out, and surprise, it was a pretty nice place. I circled the block maybe four times and then got ready to go inside and meet with this guy.
Our meeting was tremendously brief. I had some water, he had probably coffee. I told him my life goals, and he said it didn't seem impossible. Incidentally, a couple of weeks ago, the first new show from his company aired, and I enjoyed it.
The whole thing made me pretty nervous, though, because this experience seemed aggressively positive. How realistic is the idea of me actually finding work in television, you know? No matter what they say.
Following this, Natalie, her mom, her mom's friend, her mom's friend's daughter and I went out to dinner and a show. The dinner was Mexican, and it was good, but the waiter got pissed when I tried to order something and told me he'd bring me something else. Does this happen in LA? Is that an LA Thing?
The show was very weird. It was a one-man show about the life of George Gershwin, written by and starring Hershey Felder, who has done one-man shows about other musicians, and is married to the former prime minister of Canada. FACT.
Also, Peter Gallagher was there. Here is a TRUE DIALOGUE that took place between me, him, and Natalie:
NATALIE: (to me) Tell him.
ME: (to Natalie) Nah. I'm too nervous.
NATALIE: (to Peter Gallagher) (pointing at me) Hey, Peter. He went to the same high school and college as you.
PETER: (to me) Oh yeah? Tufts and Byram Hills?
ME: (inside my brain) Fuck. Byram Hills? I thought this dude was White Plains.
ME: (to Peter) Oh, sorry. White Plains.
PETER: (to me) (disappointed) Oh, well, okay.
(He returns to his activities, I return to convincing Natalie's mom's friend's daughter that "frenemy" is a real word. She had never heard of it DESPITE BEING A TEENAGER.)
The show itself was a little long, and included a full performance of Rhapsody in Blue, which was alright, and also included at least three renderings of the verse "Oh I loves you Porgy..." which remains stuck in my head in, I'd say, a positive way.
So, where we last left our hero (me) he (I) was about to meet up with a pretty important guy in television. Natalie and I hit the location early to scope it out, and surprise, it was a pretty nice place. I circled the block maybe four times and then got ready to go inside and meet with this guy.
Our meeting was tremendously brief. I had some water, he had probably coffee. I told him my life goals, and he said it didn't seem impossible. Incidentally, a couple of weeks ago, the first new show from his company aired, and I enjoyed it.The whole thing made me pretty nervous, though, because this experience seemed aggressively positive. How realistic is the idea of me actually finding work in television, you know? No matter what they say.
Following this, Natalie, her mom, her mom's friend, her mom's friend's daughter and I went out to dinner and a show. The dinner was Mexican, and it was good, but the waiter got pissed when I tried to order something and told me he'd bring me something else. Does this happen in LA? Is that an LA Thing?
The show was very weird. It was a one-man show about the life of George Gershwin, written by and starring Hershey Felder, who has done one-man shows about other musicians, and is married to the former prime minister of Canada. FACT.
Also, Peter Gallagher was there. Here is a TRUE DIALOGUE that took place between me, him, and Natalie:NATALIE: (to me) Tell him.
ME: (to Natalie) Nah. I'm too nervous.NATALIE: (to Peter Gallagher) (pointing at me) Hey, Peter. He went to the same high school and college as you.
PETER: (to me) Oh yeah? Tufts and Byram Hills?
ME: (inside my brain) Fuck. Byram Hills? I thought this dude was White Plains.
ME: (to Peter) Oh, sorry. White Plains.
PETER: (to me) (disappointed) Oh, well, okay.
(He returns to his activities, I return to convincing Natalie's mom's friend's daughter that "frenemy" is a real word. She had never heard of it DESPITE BEING A TEENAGER.)
The show itself was a little long, and included a full performance of Rhapsody in Blue, which was alright, and also included at least three renderings of the verse "Oh I loves you Porgy..." which remains stuck in my head in, I'd say, a positive way.
Rhapsody in Blue
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Anyway, people in the audience feel asleep, which Natalie said was typical for LA theater audiences, which is weird. But at least they didn't sing along like that one dude that time I saw The History Boys. Actually, there was singing along, but Hershey asked for it, and whatever Hershey wants...
This was a lot, and there's still some more to write, but I'm getting back on the horse here, so let's say MORE TO COME IN: STORY OF L.A.: PART FIVE!
Feels good to be back.
This was a lot, and there's still some more to write, but I'm getting back on the horse here, so let's say MORE TO COME IN: STORY OF L.A.: PART FIVE!
Feels good to be back.
