And When You Slam Down The Hammer...

Gushing down SE-XWay late night,
infrequent traffic and lane changes.
The billboards and giant paint-smeared gas tanks,
oily fumes and electronic seizures.
Morrissey's "Speedway" in the CD player,
escalating drums like declarations.
I'm buzzing,
swollen with self-satisfaction
but mostly relief.

The play went over well,
although the curtain call announced the cast as
"Theater Tickets" not "Cinema Tickets"...
and one actor resumed all his bad tricks ie.
gesticulating busy-bee hands, stammering,
odd over-the-topic reactions so he came across
more neurotic than Joe Average
frustrated after a long day's work.
We didn't go w/ Adam's ending, though...
respect to the playwright
(who I still didn't meet but was later told
was no BU student but a genuine octogenarian)
BUT
it would've been killer.
The play needed a button.
Regrets but I've been on the other shoe w/
directorial decisions.

Nervous, stress energy yesterday,
every hour a ticking clock.
How all the Sunday Sgt. Culpepper shows came back,
improv at Sunday 7PM...
now chill!
Never could.
And especially w/ this play--
picking up the stanchions at the movie theatre,
popping popcorn for food props,
a reel of endless little to do's.
Yet it paid off.
I was told our play was the most directed and/or
presented. Like genuine effort & pre-prod went into it.
I guess a lot of the other 1-acts were thrown together,
wet wash in the cauldron.
The short before us was mostly improv,
using 1/10 of the scripted page as impetus!
(ironically, same playwright as ours)

I'm not a proud man...
oh unless you read yesterday's blog...
so I'll admit this.
So stressed.
These past few weeks & next week's "AERO" voice-overs
just one constant calorie count of production,
gotta do it. Get off the butt and make do!
But to relax mid-afternoon yesterday
I watched "Clerks II".
Figured I'm directing a comedy...so why not a little comedy?
Help lighten the load, make time pass.
And what happens by flick's end?
When Dante & Randal are having their big face-off in jail?
I cried, damnit.
Like a little girl.
Nice work Smith & Anderson...
saw it coming & you still got me.
SLAM!