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Wednesday, August 04, 2004
  streaky

It's "Streaky Bacon" not "Sticky Bacon".

Just so's you know...

Slept like a happy log for a long time. Woke up about 9pm and chatted
with the most awesome Victor for a few minutes. I then left to find food
and did. Found Provenz' and Claire at an Indian restaurant.

Apparently, we're stuck with the 700 pound projector. But there will be
some maneuvering and I won't have to pay for the fucking thing.
Fuckwads.

Claire's british politeness has been wearing on me; I find myself saying
"no" over and over and over and, because I'm a nut, it makes me feel
weird, so I finally told her that if I wanted anything, I would aks her
for it, she didn't need to continue to offer me anything. So that's
great and very cool.

I realized that "we are the world" should play at the end of the show
and enlisted colin's help from l.a. to get it to me. I wanted to
download it legally. Also playing the thornbird's "internet x-plorer" at
the top of the show. "... I think I'm falling in love with my computer
screen..." is a great line to begin the show on.

Went to see a show after dinner. Steve Hughes. He was quite great.
Aussie comic doing some great political stuff with a minimal amount of
stuff that bummed me out, but there will always be that... Stand-up
comics are so amazing. They are mystifying to me. He's a friend of
Provenz' so we chatted a bit with him afterwards.

Also saw the besieged tech girl, Becky, at his show and thanked her for
doing such a great job at the last minute.

Provenz' used Security Edition in his act last year and Steve remembered
it. Pretty cool.

This thing is happening wot happened during Hollywood Palms. The split
between the part of me who wants to be left alone and the part of me who
is so fucking in love with himself. The show came out of me and letting
it out into the world and getting attention is so seductive. Attention,
attention, attention.

It's been so long since I've had attention for being "an entertainer".
In the thornbirds I'm the bass player and off to the side and feel like
I'm sort of "tolerated" by the audience but this comes from "my loins"
and, you know, putting my name in the title wasn't an accident. I want
people to know it's "mine". It's been a long time since I've been
"Number one on the call sheet."

So there's this thing that feels like a beast in me. This ego. This
attention hungry little kid who wants everyone to say "YOU'RE GREAT!
YOU'RE THE BEST!! WE ALL LOVE YOU BECAUSE YOU'RE THE BEST AND GREAT!!!"
I want all conversations to be about me, yet I'm embarassed and feel
stupid when someone talks about the show.

"Hey, look at me, everyone!!!" and then feeling silly when they do.

I'm a fuckin' nut.

I also feel like Burgess Meredith in that twilight zone where he wants
to be alone.

This is a blast. A wonderful adventure.

I look forward to getting back to my wife and the real world.

Tomorrow we do another big shoe.

The good news is that I'm going to do a v.o. gig here on Monday. Hyundai
likes what I've been doing, I guess.

Sleepy time, fuckers!





 
Comments:
Well, I can't get you a legal copy of "We Are The World" but I CAN get you a highly illegal copy of "They Aren't The World" by Culturecide, a late 80's Houston band that released an album of them turning down the vocals on other songs and singing new lyrics over them.

http://www.illegal-art.org/audio/culturecide.mp3

Not as good as "Love is a Cattle Prod", but it fits better here.
 
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