Yesterday I got asked out by another drummer: for those of you keeping score at home – that’s four drummers in two weeks (to clarify – this excludes anyone from the past – I have developed the ability to be a good girl and maintain boundaries with friends and acquaintances. Yes, me of all people, has learned to be respectful and to make healthy decisions).
And setting up my bass lessons down in Fairfax, the bassist says, “Are you sure you’re not a drummer?”
“Why, whattaya mean?”
“Well, for one, your energy is all over the place. And then you’ve got the whole left-brain/right-brain thing….I think maybe your place is behind the skins.”
“Um, yeah, so I kinda have this theory about drummers and that theory goes along the lines of: drummers are fucking crazy.”
He smiled.
“I’d like to stick with the bass.”
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The biggest revelation that’s came out of the past few days is the fact that I think I may find myself transitioning into a cinematographer.
Think about it:
Cinematographers are the liaisons between the director and the lighting & camera departments. They are the communicators, the composition connoisseurs.
In yesterday’s meeting with the Producer, I was showing him some of my Pioneer Square shots that I thought could pass as London.
“You took all these pictures?”
“Yup.”
I told him my theory on me maybe taking a crack at shadowing a DP at some point…
Yes.
Yes.
Yes.
I had an amazing county hospital experience yesterday. What a ride. What a range of emotions. What a blatant demonstration and reminder of why I swore I would never buy a piece of property in this country.
I
Can’t
Wait
To
Get
To
Europe.
And, lucky me: London’s calling.
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