Thursday, June 02, 2005

"My Jam Box Is Broken!"- Birch Harms

Radio Dreams
Originally uploaded by Victory of the People.
I started to get sick to my stomach yesterday over the show. Like, that fluttery nasuea I get before I go on a date with a boy, or before an audition. It keeps coming back in waves, like being on drugs. I got home last night after leaving the house at 8 am in the morning and should have been exhausted. Sara and I filmed the last segment we needed and sent the tape to Matthew's capable hands via Ms. Lady Anne. But instead of crashing once my head hit my beloved soft mattress, I stared at the ceiling worrying all night about show specifics I could do not a thing about at 2 am, getting excited about the pre-show music, and running over my lines. I was generally being a twerp. I can't help it. I feel like I'm super-charged with some sort of electricity.

I can't believe it, this euphoria* is so all-encompassing. How do professional writers & comedians do this all the time and not crack up? How can regular people not want to do this every day, and instead have desk jobs? Dude, where's my car?

*This is the same name of a song by David Garza who, if you don't listen to, then you goddamn should.


Lianne Stokes said...

You could go up there and pick your ass and you'd be amazing. Girlfriend, pla-ezzz. I am sending my good vibes your way, Barber! But yu don't need it.

Lianne Stokes said...

Sorry for the typo. "you."

Brandy For Sale. said...

You're magical like a fucshia unicorn!

Glenda said...

Hey! I have that same pillow radio...except it's pink..

doh! nevermind & have an awesome show :)