John Darnielle is working with Owen Pallett on The Life of the World to Come? Brainsplosion.
Although the first few measures of the released track ring a little "Doogie Howser."
Wednesday, July 29, 2009
Tuesday, July 28, 2009
Back from Connecticut
With the bugbites to prove it. Seriously, I look like a leper.
So, okay, it's been a while, but life at the O'Neill isn't really condusive to staying in touch with the world via internet or phone or TV or blogging. It's completely restorative and time feels fairly fluid when you're not working on your show. And even though pretty much every night there's something to see or do, until your show goes up, there's hours to fill during the day, and I don't care who you are, you are not spending eight hours writing a new play.
Here's my top five day-fillers at the O'Neill:
1. roll out of bed and head to the beach to rehydrate and soak up some vitamin D
2. sit on the porch, smoke, paint my nails and talk to anyone who'll sit with me for more than five minutes
3. dream about real food
4. sit in the lit office and say that I am writing
5. bother Josh until he will stop working and hang out with me
Of course, the week I had my show, you can replace all of those with "rehearsal, chainsmoking, and fretting."
So, okay, it's been a while, but life at the O'Neill isn't really condusive to staying in touch with the world via internet or phone or TV or blogging. It's completely restorative and time feels fairly fluid when you're not working on your show. And even though pretty much every night there's something to see or do, until your show goes up, there's hours to fill during the day, and I don't care who you are, you are not spending eight hours writing a new play.
Here's my top five day-fillers at the O'Neill:
1. roll out of bed and head to the beach to rehydrate and soak up some vitamin D
2. sit on the porch, smoke, paint my nails and talk to anyone who'll sit with me for more than five minutes
3. dream about real food
4. sit in the lit office and say that I am writing
5. bother Josh until he will stop working and hang out with me
Of course, the week I had my show, you can replace all of those with "rehearsal, chainsmoking, and fretting."
Monday, July 6, 2009
A conversation with my mother
Sure there are lots of things to talk about, but instead, a phonecall from my mother:
Mom: So Pete figured out that he can jump over the fence and now he's roaming the neighborhood at will. And so, okay, last night I'm eating dinner, and oh, here comes Pete through the dog door and he has a giant deer bone in his mouth, which he proceeds to eat in its entirety on the living room rug.
Me: What do you mean he ate a deer bone in its entirety.
Mom: I mean that he sat there for twenty minutes on the rug until the entire thing was gone.
Me: Twenty minutes?
Mom: Yeah, twenty minutes.
Me: Why didn't you take it from him?
(A beat.)
Mom: I didn't even want to deal with that.
Me: Okay.
Mom: We ate our dinner at the table, and Pete ate a giant deer bone on the rug. That's what happened.
Mom: So Pete figured out that he can jump over the fence and now he's roaming the neighborhood at will. And so, okay, last night I'm eating dinner, and oh, here comes Pete through the dog door and he has a giant deer bone in his mouth, which he proceeds to eat in its entirety on the living room rug.
Me: What do you mean he ate a deer bone in its entirety.
Mom: I mean that he sat there for twenty minutes on the rug until the entire thing was gone.
Me: Twenty minutes?
Mom: Yeah, twenty minutes.
Me: Why didn't you take it from him?
(A beat.)
Mom: I didn't even want to deal with that.
Me: Okay.
Mom: We ate our dinner at the table, and Pete ate a giant deer bone on the rug. That's what happened.
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