So, no more talk of the Fringe. It’s all over, like it never happened. Despite the triumphs, the casualties, the tragic waste of resources, the very real human stories of survival and return, it’s no longer cool. I don’t think it’s overdramatic to say it’s the Vietnam of today.
So, for those of us still suffering flashbacks and night sweats (not to mention DTs), what next?
Well, for me, it’s all about the people, man. I’ve spent the last 10 days endeavouring to catch up with the people I’ve not seen for months. Burrowed down in my little fox-hole of show-making from May onwards, there were so many friends I didn’t even get to speak to on the phone. I feel bad about that, but there was just so bloody much to do. So, I’m making up for lost time, writing emails, Skyping my ass off, letting the very busy know that I am now the very free and await their summoning so I may grovellingly make amends for not seeing them sooner.
Other than that, I’ve been trying to be a rock star. Well, get my shit (man) up on iTunes (man), at any rate. We finally have all the components (vocals, guitar overdubs, you know the kind of rock thing) and will soon be able to unleash Big Noise upon a global audience. Unleash is a good word: like releasing some kind of animal, you never know if it’ll arouse intense interest or just make people run away. But unleashed it will be. Looking like November time. Get your downloading fingers ready.
Plus, I’ve been talking to people about getting a video clip made to go along with The Fog (from the film The Fog). I have a meeting next week about which I’m pretty excited. Keep your fingers crossed (when you’re not getting them ready to download). Thanks.
In other news, I’m going to LA. I’ve never been before. This is not for work at all (I’m over 25 and female, and so, I believe, invisible) but because our lovely wedding guests gave us travel vouchers back in March and this is how we’re using them. My husband’s from LA and I’m really looking forward to seeing where he grew up. I can’t wait to walk into a store and say something inappropriately ghetto. He’s already shooting me dagger-looks and telling me it won’t go down well, but I’ll just be doing my best to fit in. For real.
LA just sounds cool. Say “I’m going to LA” and people automatically picture you in huge shades, cruising down Sunset in a convertible, setting up high-powered meetings and doing lunch. Well, we might do some of that – I have some decent-sized shades – but when you’re with someone who not only grew up there, but in the less glossy part, you’re acutely aware that it’s not always as shiny as the shows would have you believe. We will be doing a lot of family backyard BBQ action, I hear. And our first day will be spent renewing the fella’s driving licence at the DMV.
It may not be what most Hollywood dreams are made of, but I can’t wait.