Last night I went to Smoke Daddy’s B-B-Q on Division and Wood. It was raining outside which should’ve been a sign to stay inside, but I left anyway, I had nothing better to do. Inside, a white man stompin’ his foot and sliding his fingers down a steel guitar was talking about the blues. I said “hello” to the band.
“Just got back from Texas.”
“Ah, Tejas, how was that?”
It was good, at times a bit akward, but I would say overall I learned an infinite amount about filmmaking, the festival circuit, networking, and girls.
“It was cool, man. There’s this street, called 6th street – and it’s four blocks of bars. It gets so rowdy they have to block off the streets. You wander from bar to bar, stop for a slice, and keep going until you get to beer world, and then you’re night’s shattered and done.”
“Well I would expect nothing less from a college town.”
Yeah, but this is sprawling. It’s unlike anything I ever imagined it would be. Some of the movies were shit, He Was A Quiet Man was one – frankly, I don’t care about anyone living in Los Angeles anymore; “All they do is snort coke and talk.”
But the rest of what I saw was amazing: Hannah Takes the Stairs, The Ten, The Duplass Bros. & Zellner Bros. short films, as well as a multitude of experimental and narrative short films – I missed out on seeing a sneak preview of Knocked Up, but, otherwise it was an intense exercise in emotional experiences.
Does that make sense? What I mean to say is that women near my age, women in my generation, are a little bit… crazy. I’m not saying they’re unworthy or mentally unhealthy, it’s just that they’re crazy. They had their fun, I was dragged along in a puddle of muscle, beer, and sweat, and left in the rain, and, it wasn’t so bad on the plane, in fact, I knew I would never forget BJ, the courteous flight attendant with long, blonde hair who bowed to my every need as a passenger on flight BR549.
“Tip your bartender, and shit like that.”
“Well, it was nice meeting you.”
“Yeah, I’ll have to let you know when my pilot’s going to the Music Box.”
“I’ll keep an eye out for it.”
Don’t ever mention Vanilla Sky again. I’d rather watch the original version, and not the Cruise/Cruz one. Simple minds for… simple… love makes the world go round, but sex is the oil that spins it.
