BACK or FRONT?
BACK or FRONT?
I've probably impulsively eaten a lot of odd things, but the payoff is usually worth whatever anxiety it might have caused going in.
I was in a car during college where e-brake spinouts were attempted, but I was in the back seat throwing up at the time.
I've become much less impulsive since becoming a father. I guess becoming a father in the first place was a pretty impulsive act. Well, the events leading up to fatherhood were impulsive, anyway.
you ever read "redemption song: the ballad of joe strummer"? great read with insights from friends and family from birth to death, written by his friend and writer chris salewicz. strummer lived one of the most interesting and amazing lives i have ever read about, just insane. if you are interested i can send you my copy when i get it back from my nephew.
i got really emotional near the end, knowing what was coming those last few chapters.
getting to meet/hang out with him will always rank as my number one music related moment out of the many i have had so far. there is no way anything will top that, no matter what the future holds.
Last edited by JustSteve; 08-08-2009 at 10:13 PM.
if you could only listen to music from one continuous five year span, where in the timeline of music history would your five years be?
1. I've been rejected countless times. I had it pretty easy very early on, getting accolades for a movie review published by the first newspaper not affiliated with my high school at the age of 17. I also worked for a well-known music scribe into my earliest 20's, so the opportunities and recognition were there. But either that didn't impress everyone or it dried up a bit, because it soon became much more difficult.
2. Being rejected sucks, but the impact was different when I was younger. I took it much more personally, thinking maybe it was because I wasn't good enough.
3. As I got older, I grew more confident, and I realized there were other factors at play. And even if I wasn't a good fit for a particular rag (or individual piece), I might be for the next one. And I'm more pragmatic about rejection now. Making money is more important to me than it used to be, back when it was enough if they managed to spell my name right.
2&3. Rejection takes on many guises. Sometimes I'll never hear back at all, even if I follow up on a cold pitch to someone I've never worked with before. Other times I can't figure out why a piece has been rejected, as though somehow I've got a better handle on what a publication's readers might enjoy than an editor does. I might even be right, though I don't get to make those decisions, so I don't fret over it.
4. I do sometimes consider what it might have been like had I chosen a profession where I wasn't always feeling like I have to hustle for work, or where I could actually take a paid vacation. I might have made a good teacher, for example. But I love what I do for so many reasons, too. I'm not sure I could give it up.
I've got just about every Clash-related book I can find, and 'Redemption Song' is among the very best. I need to read it again some time.
I'd miss the earliest Ramones on one end and ABC's glorious debut on the other, but I'd still be happy with everything under that umbrella.
Has writing an autobiography crossed your mind? And, how about a biography? Anyone in particular you'd like to study so you could write their story? And, lastly, since you have a great rapport with your daughter, have you ever written anything geared to children? Or, wanted to?
I can pull off article-length bios, but I'm not sure I'd be able to hold my attention for a complete book about an individual or a group of people. Maybe I could write a compilation, like Michael Azeraad's excellent Our Band Could Be Your Life. I could see having the attention span for a project like that, though no potential subjects spring to mind.
I recently wrote a piece about one of the guys who was instrumental in helping Stevie Wonder find his path in the early '70s, leading to that incredible string of albums. It made me think bigger about maybe doing a story about the making of Innervisions, which is not only one of my favorite albums of all time, but which has a fascinating backstory I knew little about until last week. I'm well suited for that sort of thing.
As for a children's story, I've actually written one. I sent it off to an artist friend of mine to see if he'd be interested in working on it with me, but I've only done that recently, so I'm not sure where it's heading. It's sort of a fable, one which I quite enjoyed writing. My daughter loved my reading the story to her, and if that's all that ever comes of it, it'll be more than enough.
What style of art do you have in mind for the children's book, stuporfly? Curious, since I have a knack for character/ cartoonish type doodling and drawing. Haven't persued doing anything with it, but sure have heard many comment that it may be my calling in life...
My dad has a story that he used to tell us all the time about Trashazilla. He keeps saying he'll put it together for us, but it hasn't happened - not in 30 years!
Don't wait, at least do a self published copy just so you will always have something to share with your family.
I'll always have the memories and I know the essence of the stories. They would change and evolve everytime. Having just one story in hard copy would make me sooooo happy.
Don't hold back, Stupor. "Do it."
Thanks for all the interesting questions, everyone - It's been a fun week. But it's Monday, which means I have the pleasure in selecting the subject for the next seven days.
This young fellow is a good egg, one with quite an adventure in his very near future...
- You're moving across the country to New York City next week: Are you more nervous or excited? Are there any stereotypes about the Big Apple you expect will be more true than others? What about New York (excepting what's bringing you here in the first place) has the greatest pull for you?
I've caught from bits and pieces that you're headed East, but I've missed exactly what it is that gave you this idea of change in the first place. A job offer? Family? A girl? If it's not a girl there, are you leaving one behind in San Diego for this adventure?
Come on, BrokenDoll, you crazy ol' bat. I'm barely on here and even I knew that JewFace spends his Saturday nights in Hillcrest.
JEWFACE: Let's get the gay questions out of the way, shall we?
Are you leaving a boy behind?
How long have you been plagued with the homosexuality?
How out are you?
When did you come out? Any funny, sad, interesting coming out stories?
Are your parents cool with your unnatural lifestyle choice?
If you could swallow a pill that turned you straight, would you take it?
Are you going to NYU? That university is CRAWLING with gays!
Are you straight acting or a total mincing queen?
Gayest thing you've done lately? Straightest thing you've done lately?
Who's the hottest guy on the Coach' board?
How many board members' weiners have you seen?
What's your favorite gay book or writer or movie?
Spit or swallow?
Did I miss any gay questions?
Oh, and, what prompted your interest (in the books thread) in Indian literature?
You ask awesome questions. If you were to ask yourself an awesome question that cut to the heart of the man behind the username, what would you ask?
Then pretend I asked it.
Tell me about something you've done that you'd be proud to be remembered for.
Aw! It's Andjew's turn! Nice choice, Stuporfly. MissingPerson, since you seemed lost for a question, indulge me for a couple of minutes and let me tell you a little about this young man. I've only met him twice.
At this year's Coachella my group's condo got flooded on Saturday night and we couldn't find a hotel or motel near Coachella with a room. This kiddo, having just met me that afternoon in the Sahara, invited my party of 5 to stay at his condo without hesitation; even giving up his bed to sleep on the floor so that his "guests" could sleep more comfortably. There were already 8 people staying at his condo and he and his friends refused to accept a dime from us. Instead, they said, "Buy us a beer on the polo fields tomorrow."
He also is a quick wit; always ready with a funny quip before you can finish your previous thought. On Sunday morning, we're all hungover, tired, achy and can barely think straight. My friend Robbie was showing Andrew that kitschy youtube video from the 80s with scantily clad dancers grinding and gyrating while simultaneously showing you how to bake bread. As the video played and the barely clothed dancers swung their hips and threw flour in the air, he says (without even thinking about it) "Oh, my yeast is rising!" That comment made me spit my orange juice in the waiter's face. Andrew felt so bad about being the cause of my oral expulsion that he left the waiter a 50% tip.
I can also tell you that it's obvious he loves his friends and loved ones deeply and sincerely cares about their happiness. At 21, he was probably the youngest person in our two groups, but he acted as a sort of good-hearted father figure, making sure everyone was comfortable, had enough to eat, had a great time at Coachella. He did all that without losing his youthful energy. Old soul.
He'll probably hate me for this, but if you're going to be a performer, you're going to have to get used to the attention. He has a beautiful tenor voice which I discovered when I accidentally snuck up on him and his friend Patrick singing Lilac Wine by the pool on Sunday morning. The other time I met Andrew was when I was in LA for business and he was acting in a play at the Geffen Playhouse. This kid was performing with seasoned pros who'd spent years on Broadway and in national tours and on the great regional stages and he was more than holding his own. He had the audience in stitches during his comic moments and in stunned silence during the grizzlier, angrier moments of the play.
Bottom line: he’s a warm, good-hearted, sweet-natured, funny, talented kid who I just know is going to thrive in NY. The British accent rocks too! My boyfriend also has a massive crush on him, so thanks for ruining my relationship, Andrew!
Sorry for hijacking your thread, but you're too modest!
What will you miss most about California? And when you graduate, do you see yourself pursuing a career in film, tv, stage?
Mostly excited. I've been dreaming of living in NY since I was a kid. I was actually supposed to move there last year, but had some serious family issues to deal with. Luckily, my school was good enough to bend their rules for me and deferred my enrollment for one year. So, I've had over a year to contemplate this move. I am a tad nervous, though. Not necessarily about the city. It has so much to offer and I already know a few people there and some friendly people online such as yourself and Tim (Alchemy) and Doug (Castanets). I think any nervousness I'm feeling is probably about school. It's my dream school and it's competitive as hell and has a rather cut-throat reputation. I got in, I got a big fat scholarship and I'm very happy with that. But, occassionally, one does get that nagging sensation in the back of the head that perhaps I just had a really good audition and a really good call back and interview, but maybe that's it. Maybe that's were my talent and potential end and maybe the admissions team made a huge mistake. Those thoughts don't consume me, but I think they're probably the source of any nervousness. As for the city itself, I'm just so excited to explore all of that culture, history, fine art, performing art, music, cuisine, etc.
I'm moving to NY to attend the Drama Division of Juilliard and earn my BFA in Acting. I have a full ride which covers tuition an room & board, but I'll definitely need to get a job before the end of the year. I've been a waiter for a few years, so I'm hoping I can get into the fine dining scene there.
My goodness, HorseTears! I think you've covered all the gay questions for now! Not sure I can handle anymore.
11 yrs old: Came out to my paternal grandmother. She and I were very close and I was too young to know that this was something I was supposed to keep secret for a bit longer. She refused to believe me and told me I didn't know what I was talking about. But I kept insisting that I knew exactly what I was talking about and eventually she relented and accepted it and kept is as our secret. She later confided in me that back in Mumbai (or Bombay at the time) she had an older brother who was gay who was stabbed to death in a parking garage. She had no doubt he was a victim of a hate crime (though, of course, she didn't use that terminology.) Years after she passed, I mentioned this story to my father in passing and he thought I must be mistaken. It turned out, my grandmother had kept her brother's life and death a complete secret from her children. They had no idea that they once had an uncle. I think that my coming out to her was her first real opportunity to discuss this painful memory with someone. I can still recall the way she tearfully remembered her brother. My Aunt in India did some research that corroborated my grandmother's story. She kept a lot bottled up, so I'm glad that she got to let go of that one before she passed.
After that, came out to a couple of friends at age 14.
Was forced out of the closet at 15 by my parents.
Was out to everyone in my life by age 18.
My parents found out I was gay the way I'm sure a lot of boys get "caught" these days. I was 15. There were some naughty images on the computer. I was never a a computer geek and that age didn't realize that if you looked at something on the interweb, it would be stored in your computer's cache. My dad found a stash of images of... you know... gentlemen in various stages of proctology exams. My parents were both born in and spent their early childhoods in India and had a pretty conservative and, frankly, antiquated view of homosexuality. My mother kept asking if I wanted to die of AIDS, my father began doing research on programs which could "correct" and "fix" me. It was a particularly pleasant time in my life. However, by the time I was 17 they'd done a complete 180 and my mum actually became the chapter president of PFLAG my senior year in high school. I totally forgave them for the way they treated me when I was younger, but I don't think they ever forgave themselves.
Straightest: On Friday, I went to a friend's rugby game, got some beers with the all straight rugby team after, went home and fixed some electrical wiring and retiled my shower. (Though, admittedly, due to the rather snugly fit rugby shorts, we can't call this a 100% straight day.)
Also, there's a South Asian guy who rarely posts, but posted some pics of himself some time ago. Holy Moses does he play on my weakness for attractive South Asian men. Forgotten his screen name, though.
The Line of Beauty by Alan Hollinghurst
Kiss of the Spider Woman by Manuel Puig
Maurice by E. M. Forster
Go Tell It On the Mountain by James Baldwin
The City & The Pillar by Gore Vidal
Other Voices, Other Rooms by Truman Capote
And, of course, there's Whitman, W.H. Auden and Quentin Crisp.
And on the lighter side, I must admit I enjoy David Sedaris and Augusten Burroughs.
(Can you tell I took an LGBT Literature class at UCSD? Ha!)
As for films, for every dreadful Not Another Gay Movie gay ghettoized film, there are some real cinematic treasures out there. If you're remotely interested in LGBT themed cinema, I'd recommend checking these films out:
My Beautiful Laundrette (1985)
Wild Reeds (1995)
Summer Storm (2004)
Ma Vie En Rose (1997)
Gods & Monsters (1999)
Love & Death on Long Island (1999)
Second Skin (2000)
Burnt Money (2000)
The Slaughter Rule (2003)
The Buddha of Suburbia (1993)
Prick Up Your Ears (1987)
Midnight Cowboy (1969)
Sixth Happiness (1997)
Before Night Falls (2000)
Sunday Bloody Sunday (1971)
Kiss of the Spiderwoman (1985)
Okay, HorseTears' questions zapped my will to type anymore responses tonight. Keep questions coming, though and I'll continue tomorrow.
Last edited by JewFace; 08-12-2009 at 06:58 PM.
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