y lovely and talented wife is performing a solo voice recital on Saturday, April 17th at 7:00pm. It’s free, you’re invited, and it’d be awesome to see you there.
Sarah will be singing Blue Mountain Ballads by Paul Bowles (text by Tennessee Williams), Cabaret Songs by William Bolcom, and music theatre classics by Gershwin, Weill, Rodgers, and Porter. She is accompanied by William Merrill on piano.
Please also note that Recital Room N-1 is located at 33 Garden Street Cambridge, MA (not within Longy’s Main Building at 1 Follen Street Cambridge, MA).
I don’t think you’ll hear anything like this again for a long time. Put it on your calendar, won’t you?
arch has been an overwhelming month. I spent most of February obsessing over the particulars of my graduate/film school applications, which I finished back in October and then forced out of my mind. But not for long, of course—as snow melted and winter receded, notification-deadlines began to loom, and by late February every day felt like waiting for the results of an MRI. I remained cautiously optimistic, but only just.
Earlier this month I was offered a place in the Peter Stark Producing Program at USC. I accepted on the spot; it was and is my first choice program, an intensive immersion in the art and business of the film industry that seems to implicitly reject the notion that “artistic” and “commercial” projects exist in different spheres. Unfortunately I can’t talk too intelligently about the curriculum, beyond what I’ve read, which is half-fact, half-pitch.
I don’t begrudge any program its bragging rights—stellar reputation is what drew me there in the first place. The little legends are awesome, too—I love the anecdote about a Starkie throwing a chair in a passion-fueled dispute. (“There’s your Felliniesque!” I imagine him screaming.) Still more impressive is whatever the other guy said to provoke the chair-tossing. Apparently I have four months to hone my dodging skills.
THIS IS HOW MOVIES ARE MADE!
Anyway, back to March. It’s about to end, you know. And then it will be April, and then it will be May, and then, in June, Sarah and I will be enjoying our final days as Boston-Cambridge residents. For me, it will have been just under seven years—for Sarah, closer to ten. A friendly reminder that time flies, which is itself a friendly way of saying, life is too fucking short. Our relocation is no trivial thing—in addition to the logistical and financial burdens, we’ll be leaving behind our community of friends, family, and artistic collaborators, just trusting that in LA we’ll find new opportunities and awesome people, and that eventually we’ll find the money to visit old friends. Anxiety? We have it in spades. But we’re not complaining. It’s exciting, it’s a priviledge, it’s a challenge, it’s the next chapter in the great adventure we promised each other when we married.
Onward, friends! Come, collaborators! Adventure awaits us all.
have so much to say right now, so much on my mind, and I just can’t find the time and focus to publish it here. So, apologies for another media-dump update, but…
... I think you’ll enjoy this. This has been my “get psyched for an improv show while you walk to the theatre” anthem for seven years and counting. I totally lost track of Basement Jaxx after Kish Kash—apparently they still produce music? I’ll have to investigate, on a less busy tomorrow.
y lovely and talented wife is performing a solo voice recital on Saturday, April 17th at 7:00pm. It’s free, you’re invited, and it’d be awesome to see you there.
Sarah will be singing Blue Mountain Ballads by Paul Bowles (text by Tennessee Williams), Cabaret Songs by William Bolcom, and music theatre classics by Gershwin, Weill, Rodgers, and Porter. She is accompanied by William Merrill on piano.
have so much to say right now, so much on my mind, and I just can’t find the time and focus to publish it here. So, apologies for another media-dump update, but…
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