I got another audition coming up, in a few hours.  AAA.  I found out about it yesterday, when one of the folks running the Out Of Hand auditions called me and asked me to come by.  It’s for a group called Theatre du Reve, for an adaptation of The Red Balloon, a french film from the 1940s.  They saw that I had FRENCH on my resume.  Well, i’m probably going to dissapoint them, but i’m going to show up anyways.  And as is the trend, I will probably play guitar too.  I’m thinking of doing a french translation of “All Of Me”, an old jazz standard made famous by a bunch of people, primarily Frank Sinatra.  They also asked for a monologue.  They said that luckily for me, I don’t have to do one from shakespeare.  Kinda puts me in a fix, because those seem to be the ones I know best.  I’ll find sumthin.  Maybe just make one up.
GOOD CAREER CHOICE!

Things are going well at work right now.  I’m on “break”.  My drinks are awesome, and the customers tell me so.  I woke up at 5:20am to get here at 6, and the shift is almost over.  I’ll enjoy an hour or so of rest.

Last night I went to my new favorite instrument store, where they were having a free demo of some new Korg products.  One is a drumpad the size of a vinyl disc which houses every concievable percussion and pitch, and the other is a keyboard/vocoder/synthesizer/loop station/everything, all contained in a game boy.  The dude with the game boy also had a thumb piano that he looped around and put distortion to, and that was just a fucking treat to hear.  I never thought anybody could make that little bitty thing so rockin.

I have an extra gig lined up for next wednesday, to be in some commercial.  I don’t know for whom, or where it is yet, but I know the $, and that’s good for now.
This is the part where cosmic irony kicks in, and I get a phone call telling me that i’ll be crossdressing for the part.
The Bacchae has trained me well.

I miss all my friends that aren’t here in ATL with me.