Say Anything.....
As it's a slow Saturday...
I tried to go out. But, Doug's death really cooled me to interaction. Of course, Ironies of Ironies... Not only was a woman at the bar obviously checking me out ( And she was not only cute, but the Violin player of one of the opening acts...) And waited twice for me to say something.... Say Anything. People I nod to from Sanctuary were there. And I hate feeling like one of those people who talk to others in that particular nightclub but not anywhere else. A woman I've chatted with over nerve.com was there. And even more Ironically, she knows Ruby-Sparkle... A Pretty red head here on Suicidegirls.com.
Who I've been replying to for, well, years ( Ruby hasn't updated as of late...)
But, I still wish I could have stopped falling into my shell for at least one of the people I really could have met. ( for real... Really interacted with.... not just in cyber space where interaction is like dropping bombs from a mile overhead. Where morality and/or safety of distance plays like bar-star courage)
I was just not interested in talking to people about... well.... I wasn't into small talk. The last thing I want everyone who's just met me, for real. Was to hear about a friend who collapsed at The VECC and never regained consciousness. Who they didn't know and don't know what to say in response to.
And then I started thinking about how we all are dealing. Or rather how we as theatre vampire workaholics really aren't. Ed at the Stanley wants to go to Doug's wake but the next production is hanging it's lights that weekend. And I'm guessing the TD there won't let Ed take it off. ( Sometimes I hate that " Show much go on mentality " let him go to the wake and get a crew chief or the Rentals guy to fill in...) Or, Ed should just say it's important that I be there. I have to bail. But, Ed like me is a trooper. And he'll cave. I mean, Doug worked at ACT for years. And he really helped Ed with all the sound bullshit at GI when they expected him to be the two-fisting lighting / sound board op. Cause they wanted to go cheap. And doug always helped out and then left Ed to it. unlike others who wouldn't care and just sabotage the show to prove a point. But, Doug was one of us a trooper. He didn't work for ACT....He worked for the show or the bands, or the other guy in the booth.
Doug was like that everywhere. At ACT, or even downtown at the civics. Department central. where there's more than enough guys in each crew to make it happen. He'd always drop some sound cables to help a struggling carpenter or electrician. The good ones leave too early. And they leave us a little empty. And a bit afraid.
Sure he had bad habits.... Smoking and swearing ( But, I NEVER heard him swear around kids...) And, man he could talk you under the table... he'd talk and talk all day about stuff. It was like he had no internal edit button. I wasn't mean but he'd go on and on. It's a sound man's disease. That's their favorite sound. The sound of his own voice. Doug had an opinion on almost everything. and it was often punctuated with curse words. He's use curse words as verbs, nouns adjectives and homonyms. And he'd make you laugh... he'd always come up with a topper. One killer way to explain something or describe someone that would almost make you piss yourself laughing. It wasn't that drone on and on about the same thing. He'd mix it up like a George Carlin routine.
Doug was great guy. Entertaining, fun and a hard worker and we're all going to miss him. And the best we can to is stay out there. Never fall into ourselves. And keeping thinking of him every now and then. So he's never really gone. Just quiet for now....
Doug.. I own you a toast....And a chat up with a girl.
As it's a slow Saturday...
I tried to go out. But, Doug's death really cooled me to interaction. Of course, Ironies of Ironies... Not only was a woman at the bar obviously checking me out ( And she was not only cute, but the Violin player of one of the opening acts...) And waited twice for me to say something.... Say Anything. People I nod to from Sanctuary were there. And I hate feeling like one of those people who talk to others in that particular nightclub but not anywhere else. A woman I've chatted with over nerve.com was there. And even more Ironically, she knows Ruby-Sparkle... A Pretty red head here on Suicidegirls.com.
Who I've been replying to for, well, years ( Ruby hasn't updated as of late...)
But, I still wish I could have stopped falling into my shell for at least one of the people I really could have met. ( for real... Really interacted with.... not just in cyber space where interaction is like dropping bombs from a mile overhead. Where morality and/or safety of distance plays like bar-star courage)
I was just not interested in talking to people about... well.... I wasn't into small talk. The last thing I want everyone who's just met me, for real. Was to hear about a friend who collapsed at The VECC and never regained consciousness. Who they didn't know and don't know what to say in response to.
And then I started thinking about how we all are dealing. Or rather how we as theatre vampire workaholics really aren't. Ed at the Stanley wants to go to Doug's wake but the next production is hanging it's lights that weekend. And I'm guessing the TD there won't let Ed take it off. ( Sometimes I hate that " Show much go on mentality " let him go to the wake and get a crew chief or the Rentals guy to fill in...) Or, Ed should just say it's important that I be there. I have to bail. But, Ed like me is a trooper. And he'll cave. I mean, Doug worked at ACT for years. And he really helped Ed with all the sound bullshit at GI when they expected him to be the two-fisting lighting / sound board op. Cause they wanted to go cheap. And doug always helped out and then left Ed to it. unlike others who wouldn't care and just sabotage the show to prove a point. But, Doug was one of us a trooper. He didn't work for ACT....He worked for the show or the bands, or the other guy in the booth.
Doug was like that everywhere. At ACT, or even downtown at the civics. Department central. where there's more than enough guys in each crew to make it happen. He'd always drop some sound cables to help a struggling carpenter or electrician. The good ones leave too early. And they leave us a little empty. And a bit afraid.
Sure he had bad habits.... Smoking and swearing ( But, I NEVER heard him swear around kids...) And, man he could talk you under the table... he'd talk and talk all day about stuff. It was like he had no internal edit button. I wasn't mean but he'd go on and on. It's a sound man's disease. That's their favorite sound. The sound of his own voice. Doug had an opinion on almost everything. and it was often punctuated with curse words. He's use curse words as verbs, nouns adjectives and homonyms. And he'd make you laugh... he'd always come up with a topper. One killer way to explain something or describe someone that would almost make you piss yourself laughing. It wasn't that drone on and on about the same thing. He'd mix it up like a George Carlin routine.
Doug was great guy. Entertaining, fun and a hard worker and we're all going to miss him. And the best we can to is stay out there. Never fall into ourselves. And keeping thinking of him every now and then. So he's never really gone. Just quiet for now....
Doug.. I own you a toast....And a chat up with a girl.