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Whoa! Who stuck the acid in my Pepsi?
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fanboi82 to the evergrowing readership of this poor journal. Based on today's entries, everyone needs to chip in to help him buy a new razor:)
Past that, let's see...drinking more of the nasty Budweiser I get for closing at Big Papa's every night. Do the people I work with have no taste buds? And why am I complaining about free beer?
The fun of my day was the sudden flashbacks to to the time in my life known as summer camp. For those who know me IRL, most of you know that my first sexual experiance was at Boy Scout camp, as well as knowing that I originally started the "coming out" process at Teen Institute's week long state extravaganza at Kenyon College. However, what set off the flashbacks today was singing most of the Latin songs I know for no apparent reason. Wel, that got me thinking about some incriminating video from Ashland University in 1991ish. (I think it was '91, it might have been '92. Either way, it was a long time ago.) Well, they hosted a Governor's Summer Institute on Creativity. My section, divided into three groups, was on musical theatre.
Our group, led by three people from NY, NY, and Ashland's Choir director ended up writing this really f**ked up musical about Owen, a writer in the early '90's with writer's block. He was sitting in a bar, watching the people around him. He ended up fixating on this girl, and started fantasizing about her as a moll in the 1930's. So the musical kept switching between 1991 and 1936. Kind of like City of Angels, only with more humor and less sex. So we all ended up writing songs, and collaborated on a script. I can't remember my character's name off the top of my head, but I was basically an asshole in the '90's and a Goomba in the '30's. I got to shoot someone and date the resident Madame. So, Now I'm thinking about re-writing some of it in short story format just for the hell of it. I doubt I could get in much copywrite trouble, since I did help write the damn thing in the first place.
But, anyway, since I've had the damn thing in my head, and I found the sheet music for the finale in one of my old notebooks before work...Lyrics for my first song. I'll be damned if I can remember the other two collaborators names on it, other than Elaine Kesebrack from Hillsborough Ohio...
( I can't believe I'm typing these out )
OMFG...I still remember the blocking for that number after a decade. Anyway, on the off chance anyone should ever read this who was there (needle, haystack, quantum universe theory), please comment and tell me I'm not the only insane being who remembers that.
And before I sign off, another of the more popular ditties from that camp...
( I'm getting gray hair just typing this )
Anyway...If anyone is still left after that...Have a good whatever when you get through reading this.
James
fanboi82 to the evergrowing readership of this poor journal. Based on today's entries, everyone needs to chip in to help him buy a new razor:)Past that, let's see...drinking more of the nasty Budweiser I get for closing at Big Papa's every night. Do the people I work with have no taste buds? And why am I complaining about free beer?
The fun of my day was the sudden flashbacks to to the time in my life known as summer camp. For those who know me IRL, most of you know that my first sexual experiance was at Boy Scout camp, as well as knowing that I originally started the "coming out" process at Teen Institute's week long state extravaganza at Kenyon College. However, what set off the flashbacks today was singing most of the Latin songs I know for no apparent reason. Wel, that got me thinking about some incriminating video from Ashland University in 1991ish. (I think it was '91, it might have been '92. Either way, it was a long time ago.) Well, they hosted a Governor's Summer Institute on Creativity. My section, divided into three groups, was on musical theatre.
Our group, led by three people from NY, NY, and Ashland's Choir director ended up writing this really f**ked up musical about Owen, a writer in the early '90's with writer's block. He was sitting in a bar, watching the people around him. He ended up fixating on this girl, and started fantasizing about her as a moll in the 1930's. So the musical kept switching between 1991 and 1936. Kind of like City of Angels, only with more humor and less sex. So we all ended up writing songs, and collaborated on a script. I can't remember my character's name off the top of my head, but I was basically an asshole in the '90's and a Goomba in the '30's. I got to shoot someone and date the resident Madame. So, Now I'm thinking about re-writing some of it in short story format just for the hell of it. I doubt I could get in much copywrite trouble, since I did help write the damn thing in the first place.
But, anyway, since I've had the damn thing in my head, and I found the sheet music for the finale in one of my old notebooks before work...Lyrics for my first song. I'll be damned if I can remember the other two collaborators names on it, other than Elaine Kesebrack from Hillsborough Ohio...
( I can't believe I'm typing these out )
OMFG...I still remember the blocking for that number after a decade. Anyway, on the off chance anyone should ever read this who was there (needle, haystack, quantum universe theory), please comment and tell me I'm not the only insane being who remembers that.
And before I sign off, another of the more popular ditties from that camp...
( I'm getting gray hair just typing this )
Anyway...If anyone is still left after that...Have a good whatever when you get through reading this.
James
