The view from our stages on the Paramount Lot. We're on the stages that once housed "Citizen Kane", "Happy Days" and "The Odd Couple"!
Monday, September 29, 2008
Just Another Day at Work...
The view from our stages on the Paramount Lot. We're on the stages that once housed "Citizen Kane", "Happy Days" and "The Odd Couple"!
Wednesday, September 24, 2008
Latest Mix CD
I've given my first mix CD to about 50 people and now my mix CD's are hot commodities at work. The biggest requester being the Make-up Dept. So I dedicated my latest mix to them.
Here are the tracks...
Here are the tracks...
1. Adele - "Make you feel my love"
2. Adele - "Chasing Pavements"
3. Gomez - "How We Operate"
4. David Ford - "I don't care what you call me"
5. Little Jackie - "Guys like when girls kiss"
6. My Brightest Diamond - "Something of an End"
7. The Game & Lil Wayne - "My Life"
8. Muse - "Starlight"
9. Peter Bradley Adams - "You Dance"
10. Imogen Heap - "Not Now But Soon"
11. The Republic Tigers - "Buildings & Mountains"
12. Ingrid Michaelson - "Be Ok"
13. Ray LaMontagne - "You Are the Best Thing"
14. Keane - "Spiralling"
15. Ha-Ash - "Already Home" feat. Brandi Carlile
16. Tilly and the Wall - "The Freest Man"
17. Rachael Yamagata - "Elephants"
4. David Ford - "I don't care what you call me"
5. Little Jackie - "Guys like when girls kiss"
6. My Brightest Diamond - "Something of an End"
7. The Game & Lil Wayne - "My Life"
8. Muse - "Starlight"
9. Peter Bradley Adams - "You Dance"
10. Imogen Heap - "Not Now But Soon"
11. The Republic Tigers - "Buildings & Mountains"
12. Ingrid Michaelson - "Be Ok"
13. Ray LaMontagne - "You Are the Best Thing"
14. Keane - "Spiralling"
15. Ha-Ash - "Already Home" feat. Brandi Carlile
16. Tilly and the Wall - "The Freest Man"
17. Rachael Yamagata - "Elephants"
Monday, September 22, 2008
Kyler England
I just got an email reminding me that Kyler England has her cd release show at the Hotel Cafe on Sept. 25th at 9pm. If you go early you can check out up and coming singer/songwriter, Lenka.
I've heard most of new songs and they're great! I can't wait for this album!
What are you waiting for, go, go now!
I've heard most of new songs and they're great! I can't wait for this album!
What are you waiting for, go, go now!
Sunday, September 21, 2008
WTF?!
I kinda fall in love all the time. More like crush all the time. I also get my heart broken all the time. More like, not so much. In truth, I've only fallen in love once and gotten my heart broken once. This heartbreak happened almost two years ago, so imagine my puzzlement when I dreamt about my former love the other night. I forgot the dream as soon as I woke up. It's my experience that dreams often vaporize the minute conscientiousness seeps in, but leave a residue of emotion. In this case, I woke up sad. Why did I wake up sad? This question has bothered me for the past couple of days. So I googled my former love and found a website that she writes for. After reading several entries and deciding that she never really cared for me... What!? She broke my heart, I'm allowed to wallow in misery in all things concerning her. Anyhoo, after reading several entries I remembered why I loved her in the first place. She was ridiculously smart, which is a big requirement. She was curious about the world. She appreciated humor. She was challenging, not only emotionally, but she challenged the way I viewed the world. She was thought provoking.
I don't really wallow in misery when I think about it, which thankfully, these days isn't often. I'd successfully moved on, or so I thought until my dream. After googling her I discovered that she's back in the states, she'd left for over a year to pursue her master's in the UK. I've also discovered, thanks to her candidness via some blogging, that she too has moved on. Albeit, she's actually been dating people.
I'd been a little down in recent months, not having met someone for long enough to have an actual relationship with. But after this dream, I've decided that that's okay. My life is filled with a good, yet stressful job. Good friends and plenty of activity. I'm finally in a place to support myself independently, which is hard as an artist. I'm still happily pursuing my life's passions and Reese loves me no matter what. In truth, I don't know how I'd date anyone right now. I literally don't have the time and the thought of needing to be there for someone else right now is exhausting. It's hard enough to be there for Reese.
So I still haven't figured out why I'd suddenly dream or even think of this person. Maybe her ghost can finally rest in peace? I hope so. I suppose it was a good thing, having that relationship in my life. I don't think you can call yourself a human being without heartbreak. I don't think I could call myself a writer without having loved and lost. I'm working on a new script, perhaps this is the universe telling me to get back to the task at hand. I'm prone to fits of writing when my heart feels like it will implode. By George! That just might be it. Thanks for this talk. I think we've learned something, now go forth and prosper.
I don't really wallow in misery when I think about it, which thankfully, these days isn't often. I'd successfully moved on, or so I thought until my dream. After googling her I discovered that she's back in the states, she'd left for over a year to pursue her master's in the UK. I've also discovered, thanks to her candidness via some blogging, that she too has moved on. Albeit, she's actually been dating people.
I'd been a little down in recent months, not having met someone for long enough to have an actual relationship with. But after this dream, I've decided that that's okay. My life is filled with a good, yet stressful job. Good friends and plenty of activity. I'm finally in a place to support myself independently, which is hard as an artist. I'm still happily pursuing my life's passions and Reese loves me no matter what. In truth, I don't know how I'd date anyone right now. I literally don't have the time and the thought of needing to be there for someone else right now is exhausting. It's hard enough to be there for Reese.
So I still haven't figured out why I'd suddenly dream or even think of this person. Maybe her ghost can finally rest in peace? I hope so. I suppose it was a good thing, having that relationship in my life. I don't think you can call yourself a human being without heartbreak. I don't think I could call myself a writer without having loved and lost. I'm working on a new script, perhaps this is the universe telling me to get back to the task at hand. I'm prone to fits of writing when my heart feels like it will implode. By George! That just might be it. Thanks for this talk. I think we've learned something, now go forth and prosper.
Friday, September 19, 2008
Vienna Teng
This loser didn't tell me she has a show Sept. 30 at 8pm at the Hotel Cafe! Okay, she's not really a loser, she's actually one of my best friends. I understand why she didn't tell me. She's actually going to be in LA working and won't have enough time to hang out. She didn't want me to feel bad for not being able to hang out while she worked. But perhaps, what she doesn't realize is that I'll be shooting that week and will be working too. I'm going to try to slip out early that night and go to the show, but work is crazy. There are no guarantees for either of us, unfortunately.
However, if you're around and able to go to the show I implore you. Despite being one of my besties, she's wildly talented and currently working on a new album, so I wouldn't be surprised if she played a lot of the new stuff.
However, if you're around and able to go to the show I implore you. Despite being one of my besties, she's wildly talented and currently working on a new album, so I wouldn't be surprised if she played a lot of the new stuff.
Music Supervision
I love music, as many of my friends and acquaintances know. Well, that love for music has turned into an interesting opportunity. I'm starting work with the music supervision company, Hit the Ground Running. So if you've got music you wanna send my way, please email me and I'll give you my address. Or if you've got a show in the LA area, invite me to the show. I don't guarantee I'll be able to make it, but I do try as there is nothing like seeing true talent live.
Monday, September 15, 2008
Bats and Broads
I'm tired of waiting around for my soulmate to get a clue, so I'm moving on. Sort of... I emailed a girl that I used to work with, she recently left the show to go back to a show she worked on last season. Normally, I don't go after people I work with. You know, don't shit where you eat - sort of thing. I also have a rule where I don't date the help, that's due to dating a girl who worked at the local Trader Joes. I couldn't go back for 9 months, when I knew that she'd quit.
Anyhoo, I emailed and so far I have little to report. These days I'm too beat to go out and do anything. It'd be much easier if she just came to my apartment and we could chat while I organize my closets. Alas, I don't see her doing that.
Currently, bidding on my first ebay item. There are less than 20 minutes left. This is stressful! I'm trying to win a Demarini Black White Steel softball bat. Thirty-four inches long, 26 ounces. It's the best non-legal bat you can buy for the league I play in, which has extremely strict rules regarding bats. Basically, if a bat costs more than $50 then it's illegal. And as you might imagine, the more expensive sporting equipment is, the better quality and better quality your play will hopefully be as well...continued at 7:01pm. I lost the bat. Boo! Of course, people come into the office and tell me that there's a serious strategy to winning an ebay auction, which I didn't know, cause this is my first item. Some dude came in with 2 seconds left and stole the bat out from under me! grrr... this ebay stuff is stressful. Now I'm trying to purchase a 2009 DeMarini White Steel bat from a sporting goods store in Michigan.
In other news, I'm still having a wonderful time organizing and cleaning my apartment. I really want to get a sideboard for my dining room/office and another bookcase for my living room, but right now both items are a bit out of my price range. Unless, I get this gig doing some freelance music supervision. Or I got ordained online to perform marriage ceremonies, which pays, although, I may be too busy to marry people on the weekends.
Ames is back in the country, from a two month trip to the Eastern Block. I caught her up on all the crazy roommate's happenings. Ames asked some deeper probing questions about my recent crazy roommate and turns out I am probably wrong about her not being on drugs.
"How was her hair?" Ames asked.
"It was straw-like, thin on top and thick on the sides. Generally, it looked dead on her head, very unhealthy," I replied.
"Jessi, that's classic for meth use,"Ames said.
"Really?!!!" I said.
"How was her skin?" asked Ames.
"Actually, she had really bad skin. In fact, when she first moved in she had this large open sore on her face, which she told me was a pimple, but it didn't go away for three weeks," I said.
"JESSI! Bad skin is an even more classic symptom for meth," Ames said.
"Seriously?" I asked.
"You said she was pretty paranoid?"
"Yeah."
"Oh my gosh, Jessi!"
"What? It's not like I spend my days with meth addicts to know all the symptoms."
Well, at least she's out of my life, but not before I had to change my locks, my home phone number, put a fraud alert on my credit and have my mail held at the post office. And my mom wonders why I don't want another roommate.
Anyhoo, I emailed and so far I have little to report. These days I'm too beat to go out and do anything. It'd be much easier if she just came to my apartment and we could chat while I organize my closets. Alas, I don't see her doing that.
Currently, bidding on my first ebay item. There are less than 20 minutes left. This is stressful! I'm trying to win a Demarini Black White Steel softball bat. Thirty-four inches long, 26 ounces. It's the best non-legal bat you can buy for the league I play in, which has extremely strict rules regarding bats. Basically, if a bat costs more than $50 then it's illegal. And as you might imagine, the more expensive sporting equipment is, the better quality and better quality your play will hopefully be as well...continued at 7:01pm. I lost the bat. Boo! Of course, people come into the office and tell me that there's a serious strategy to winning an ebay auction, which I didn't know, cause this is my first item. Some dude came in with 2 seconds left and stole the bat out from under me! grrr... this ebay stuff is stressful. Now I'm trying to purchase a 2009 DeMarini White Steel bat from a sporting goods store in Michigan.
In other news, I'm still having a wonderful time organizing and cleaning my apartment. I really want to get a sideboard for my dining room/office and another bookcase for my living room, but right now both items are a bit out of my price range. Unless, I get this gig doing some freelance music supervision. Or I got ordained online to perform marriage ceremonies, which pays, although, I may be too busy to marry people on the weekends.
Ames is back in the country, from a two month trip to the Eastern Block. I caught her up on all the crazy roommate's happenings. Ames asked some deeper probing questions about my recent crazy roommate and turns out I am probably wrong about her not being on drugs.
"How was her hair?" Ames asked.
"It was straw-like, thin on top and thick on the sides. Generally, it looked dead on her head, very unhealthy," I replied.
"Jessi, that's classic for meth use,"Ames said.
"Really?!!!" I said.
"How was her skin?" asked Ames.
"Actually, she had really bad skin. In fact, when she first moved in she had this large open sore on her face, which she told me was a pimple, but it didn't go away for three weeks," I said.
"JESSI! Bad skin is an even more classic symptom for meth," Ames said.
"Seriously?" I asked.
"You said she was pretty paranoid?"
"Yeah."
"Oh my gosh, Jessi!"
"What? It's not like I spend my days with meth addicts to know all the symptoms."
Well, at least she's out of my life, but not before I had to change my locks, my home phone number, put a fraud alert on my credit and have my mail held at the post office. And my mom wonders why I don't want another roommate.
FWD: Hmmmm... Let Me Get This Straight?
A friend sent this to me. Food for thought, for sure.
FWD:
I'm a little confused. Let me see if I have this straight.....
If you grow up in Hawaii, raised by your grandparents, you're "exotic,
different."
Grow up in Alaska eating mooseburgers, a quintessential American story.
If your name is Barack you're a radical, unpatriotic Muslim.
Name your kids Willow, Trig and Track, you're a maverick.
Graduate from Harvard law School and you are unstable.
Attend 5 different small colleges before graduating, you're well grounded.
If you spend 3 years as a brilliant community organizer, become the first
black President of the Harvard Law Review, create a voter registration
drivethat registers 150,000 new voters, spend 12 years as a
Constitutional
Law professor, spend 8 years as a State Senator representing a district
with over 750,000 people, become chairman of the state Senate's Health and
Human Services committee, spend 4 years in the United States
Senaterepresenting a state of 13 million people while sponsoring 131
bills and
serving on the Foreign Affairs, Environment and Public Works and Veteran's
Affairs committees, you don't have any real leadership experience.
If your total resume is: local weather girl, 4 years on the city council
and 6 years as the mayor of a town with less than 7,000 people, 20 months as
the governor of a state with only 650,000 people, then you're qualified to
become the country's second highest ranking executive.
If you have been married to the same woman for 19 years while raising 2
beautiful daughters, all within Protestant churches, you're not a real
Christian.
If you cheated on your first wife with a rich heiress, and left your
disfigured wife and married the heiress the next month, you're a Christian.
If you teach responsible, age appropriate sex education, including the
proper use of birth control, you are eroding the fiber of society.
If , while governor, you staunchly advocate abstinence only, with no other
option in sex education in your state's school system while your unwed teen
daughter ends up pregnant, you're very responsible.
If your wife is a Harvard graduate lawyer who gave up a position in a
prestigious
law firm to work for the betterment of her inner city community, then gave
that up to raise a family, your family's values don't represent America's.
If you're husband is nicknamed "First Dude", with at least one DWI
conviction and no college education, who didn't register to vote until age
25 and once was a member of a group that advocated the secession of Alaska
from the USA, your family is extremely admirable.
OK, much clearer now.
FWD:
I'm a little confused. Let me see if I have this straight.....
If you grow up in Hawaii, raised by your grandparents, you're "exotic,
different."
Grow up in Alaska eating mooseburgers, a quintessential American story.
If your name is Barack you're a radical, unpatriotic Muslim.
Name your kids Willow, Trig and Track, you're a maverick.
Graduate from Harvard law School and you are unstable.
Attend 5 different small colleges before graduating, you're well grounded.
If you spend 3 years as a brilliant community organizer, become the first
black President of the Harvard Law Review, create a voter registration
drivethat registers 150,000 new voters, spend 12 years as a
Constitutional
Law professor, spend 8 years as a State Senator representing a district
with over 750,000 people, become chairman of the state Senate's Health and
Human Services committee, spend 4 years in the United States
Senaterepresenting a state of 13 million people while sponsoring 131
bills and
serving on the Foreign Affairs, Environment and Public Works and Veteran's
Affairs committees, you don't have any real leadership experience.
If your total resume is: local weather girl, 4 years on the city council
and 6 years as the mayor of a town with less than 7,000 people, 20 months as
the governor of a state with only 650,000 people, then you're qualified to
become the country's second highest ranking executive.
If you have been married to the same woman for 19 years while raising 2
beautiful daughters, all within Protestant churches, you're not a real
Christian.
If you cheated on your first wife with a rich heiress, and left your
disfigured wife and married the heiress the next month, you're a Christian.
If you teach responsible, age appropriate sex education, including the
proper use of birth control, you are eroding the fiber of society.
If , while governor, you staunchly advocate abstinence only, with no other
option in sex education in your state's school system while your unwed teen
daughter ends up pregnant, you're very responsible.
If your wife is a Harvard graduate lawyer who gave up a position in a
prestigious
law firm to work for the betterment of her inner city community, then gave
that up to raise a family, your family's values don't represent America's.
If you're husband is nicknamed "First Dude", with at least one DWI
conviction and no college education, who didn't register to vote until age
25 and once was a member of a group that advocated the secession of Alaska
from the USA, your family is extremely admirable.
OK, much clearer now.
Wednesday, September 3, 2008
Roommates and other Catastrophies
My crazy ass roommate is gone! Ding dong, crazy is gone!, as I kept saying to my cat.
Crazy moved out on Sunday, Aug. 31st around 9 pm. I joked with my friends that she was probably gonna wait until 11:59 pm before she left, yeah, she's that fucking crazy. Well, by 7 pm my joke wasn't so much funny anymore. Apparently, the place she was moving to wouldn't be available until 7 pm. I had plans! Plans! I was planning on cleaning the crap out of my apartment. I'm obsessively clean and I was finally going to live the clean way I love. When she told me she wasn't going to move out until later that evening I decided to clean around her and hope she didn't mess up what I'd just done. I cleaned all day Sunday and Monday, Labor Day. I'm happy to report that my apartment is super clean right now. My neighbor and I are going to rent a Rug Doctor this upcoming weekend and I'm going to hopefully get a few stains out of my carpet that have been driving me bonkers. I also need to reorganize my bedroom, now that I've all this extra space I can move a few things around.
Now that crazy is gone I've decided to live alone from now on. No more roommates, I can't handle unclean, crazy, needy, financially unstable people anymore. At this point in my life the extra expense to support myself is going to be worth it.
The minute she was out, I changed my locks. I decided I wanted a fresh start anyway, too many people have had access to my keys over the years. Also, I don't trust her. She's practically homeless and knows I'm gone 18 hours a day for work. She could come squat at my apartment while I'm away. I'd know someone had been there because I'm that clean and she definitely wouldn't be able to not make a mess. I would notice. So I changed my locks. Also, she conveniently lost two of my keys. It's bad enough that she's refusing to change her mailing address until after she gets a check, so she's still coming by every day to check the mail.
When I got home last night around 11 pm from work and went to bed around midnight I started to get calls on my home phone line. Mostly just close friends and family and my boss have my landline number. My ex-roommate also had it because I allowed her to use the home phone instead of her cell phone as she looked for a new job. Oh, did I forget to mention that when she moved in with me she was unemployed and misled me about how much money she'd saved up, turns out she was broke. She supposedly works in the industry and I understand that sometimes you're between jobs. Most of us try to save money for those situations. Anyhoo, I thought when I started to get these phone calls that it might actually be an emergency, because who would be calling me after midnight on my landline? I answered a few times and didn't hear anything. Then I answered and all I heard was heavy breathing, which is when I figured out that someone was crank calling me. Yet, still a little paranoid that it could be an emergency I didn't unplug my phone. So from midnight till 7 am I received a call about every 30 minutes. After 7 hours of the phone ringing I stopped caring if anyone was dead and unplugged my phone. An odd coincidence, considering I never got crank calls before and now I get them after crazy moves out? I changed my number today.
Let Freedom Ring!
Moving on, I recently realized my job is extremely stressful. Not necessarily in a bad way. I'm just unbelievably busy ALL the time. On the one hand my boss is entrusting me with many responsibilities because he knows I can handle it and I'm learning a ton about producing. I'm going to be a good showrunner, because I understand production. It's a long explanation why that's a good thing and I'm too tired to write about it now. You'll just have to trust me. But on the other than hand I'm juggling an unbelievable amount of stuff and no balls can be afforded to drop, which means I have to be on game absolutely all the time. And maintaining that level of perfection is a lot of stress. Then add the amount of hours I work everyday, around 18 and well... I'm just tired, not complaining, just tired.
At times it would be nice to have someone to share this stuff with, but I work so much I couldn't have a relationship if I wanted right now. My partner would say "fuck you! don't come home, you're never home to begin with!" I feel bad leaving my cat as long as I do. I'm screwed. Unless, I met someone wonderful who understands this life. Um, yeah, basically, I'm screwed.
Crazy moved out on Sunday, Aug. 31st around 9 pm. I joked with my friends that she was probably gonna wait until 11:59 pm before she left, yeah, she's that fucking crazy. Well, by 7 pm my joke wasn't so much funny anymore. Apparently, the place she was moving to wouldn't be available until 7 pm. I had plans! Plans! I was planning on cleaning the crap out of my apartment. I'm obsessively clean and I was finally going to live the clean way I love. When she told me she wasn't going to move out until later that evening I decided to clean around her and hope she didn't mess up what I'd just done. I cleaned all day Sunday and Monday, Labor Day. I'm happy to report that my apartment is super clean right now. My neighbor and I are going to rent a Rug Doctor this upcoming weekend and I'm going to hopefully get a few stains out of my carpet that have been driving me bonkers. I also need to reorganize my bedroom, now that I've all this extra space I can move a few things around.
Now that crazy is gone I've decided to live alone from now on. No more roommates, I can't handle unclean, crazy, needy, financially unstable people anymore. At this point in my life the extra expense to support myself is going to be worth it.
The minute she was out, I changed my locks. I decided I wanted a fresh start anyway, too many people have had access to my keys over the years. Also, I don't trust her. She's practically homeless and knows I'm gone 18 hours a day for work. She could come squat at my apartment while I'm away. I'd know someone had been there because I'm that clean and she definitely wouldn't be able to not make a mess. I would notice. So I changed my locks. Also, she conveniently lost two of my keys. It's bad enough that she's refusing to change her mailing address until after she gets a check, so she's still coming by every day to check the mail.
When I got home last night around 11 pm from work and went to bed around midnight I started to get calls on my home phone line. Mostly just close friends and family and my boss have my landline number. My ex-roommate also had it because I allowed her to use the home phone instead of her cell phone as she looked for a new job. Oh, did I forget to mention that when she moved in with me she was unemployed and misled me about how much money she'd saved up, turns out she was broke. She supposedly works in the industry and I understand that sometimes you're between jobs. Most of us try to save money for those situations. Anyhoo, I thought when I started to get these phone calls that it might actually be an emergency, because who would be calling me after midnight on my landline? I answered a few times and didn't hear anything. Then I answered and all I heard was heavy breathing, which is when I figured out that someone was crank calling me. Yet, still a little paranoid that it could be an emergency I didn't unplug my phone. So from midnight till 7 am I received a call about every 30 minutes. After 7 hours of the phone ringing I stopped caring if anyone was dead and unplugged my phone. An odd coincidence, considering I never got crank calls before and now I get them after crazy moves out? I changed my number today.
Let Freedom Ring!
Moving on, I recently realized my job is extremely stressful. Not necessarily in a bad way. I'm just unbelievably busy ALL the time. On the one hand my boss is entrusting me with many responsibilities because he knows I can handle it and I'm learning a ton about producing. I'm going to be a good showrunner, because I understand production. It's a long explanation why that's a good thing and I'm too tired to write about it now. You'll just have to trust me. But on the other than hand I'm juggling an unbelievable amount of stuff and no balls can be afforded to drop, which means I have to be on game absolutely all the time. And maintaining that level of perfection is a lot of stress. Then add the amount of hours I work everyday, around 18 and well... I'm just tired, not complaining, just tired.
At times it would be nice to have someone to share this stuff with, but I work so much I couldn't have a relationship if I wanted right now. My partner would say "fuck you! don't come home, you're never home to begin with!" I feel bad leaving my cat as long as I do. I'm screwed. Unless, I met someone wonderful who understands this life. Um, yeah, basically, I'm screwed.
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