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Saturday, August 14, 2004
fucking sellout
it is the most beautiful day yet. man, it's fucking beautiful. i think
the weather here is similar to hitting yourself in the head with a hammer for a long time so when the pain stops, you think that life is lovely. that's the weather here, maybe... i've learned to wear one fewer piece of clothing than i think i should. i look out the window and think "shirt, sweater, jacket" then subtract the jacket and i'm i'm fine. because walking the previously quaint and fun 15 minutes to the theater is no longer quaint and fun. it's just fucking 15 minutes. a few years ago, i was at a bbq where some hippie was talking about how great it would be to live in france. "wouldn't it be great to ride your bike down to the corner store every morning for croissants?" no. it would be nice to have that choice, which we do in the u.s. but to HAVE to do that, rain/shine/sick/sad/amputated would suck armenian balls. so, this 15 minute walk is now tiring (yes, i'm griping... it gets better. shut up) and not as interesting as it used to be. i get to the pleasance courtyard where our theater is. the courtyard is the hub... a, well, courtyard, where everyone congregates. other shows... the ones who have people handing out fliers, they are handing out fliers. and there are two bars and some press booths and it's always abuzz with activity. there is a big board that says "these shows are sold out today" i check the board every day to see if we've sold out. i looked at it again today and saw that we weren't.. quite bummed. i looked around and see that, once again, no on is handing out fliers... i glacne back at the board... wait a moment... at the top. we were sold out. "urgent & confidential". so excited. we sold out. fuck yes. called victor. he said "that doesn't suck" i took some pictures of the board(and the courtyard) and will have them up at some point. needless to say, we had a great show. WE CHECKED EVERYTHING before we began today. great audience... really in to it. we even had people standing in the back. that's a good feeling. i've found a couple of more places to break the wall and enjoy the correspondence with the audience. it's quite fun. (i love saying "nice one" when someone sneezes instead of "bless you", it's so much more iteresting.) anil usually shows up after we begin, so it's always a surprise when he enters. i'm always mentally prepared to read the letter myself. it's pretty nifty. what's nice is that we sold out and there have been no reviews. if we get good reviews, it's only going to help sales and we can sell out even more. as a celebration, victor and i went and had great indian food aroudn the corner from the flat. speaking of flat. none of the women here are. it's boobs-a-poppin' victor is doign stand-up tonight. i think i'll heckle him. that woudl be funny. i am going to take a nap. it is so sunny and beautiful. what better way to celebrate than to sleep through it?! oh a woman wot provenz' knows from the bbc came to the shoe today and chatted with me afterwards about doing a one-off on "the beeb". that, as victor says, wouldn't suck. that is all. logging what goes on before, during and after producing the two person show "Dean Cameron's Nigerian Spam Scam Scam" at the Edinburgh Fringe Festival and beyond.
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