There is a D-list actor that has moved in across the way. I live in a quaint (meaning old) apartment building in Los Angeles County.
I like to have the windows open to get fresh air while I work.
The D-list actor moved in about four months ago, and man has this guy got the MOST annoying voice in the history of speaking humans. Is this how to get acting work? Because, his list of jobs is pretty extensive, although not impressive. I'm not going to tell you his name, because actors thrive on notoriety, good or bad, and I want this ham sandwich to wilt, and blow away.
Because of the structure of the building, our living room windows are about six feet apart. He lives right across the walkway. And Mr. Sandwich has nothing in his unit to soften his shrill, obnoxious, nasal voice. So, it ECHOES like he's got the reverb Elvis used.
And best of all, he has set up his home office, with desk and chair, where he can bellow at agents and producers for his late royalty checks right at his window. So it sounds as if he is screaming right in my living room, and usually at my shoulder.
Now I shouldn't have to close my windows. But, when I have, it has made no difference.
Yet...
Have I told you about my sound system? It's AWESOME. Theatre quality sound. Dolby surround, with an amplifier. heh heh heh.
When he first moved in, I cranked that baby until he shut his windows and it smelled like victory.
But my son, being the good person he is, and not wanting to endure the Norse-god like power of our system said I should go talk to him.
So I did. Bringing him along to show that I was willing to compromise and be a good human being.
Well, what do you know. It worked. He toned down his voice and we all got along. For a while...
He's an actor and so oblivious to other people. His whole world exists in his tiny, bellowing mind, and he started to get progressively louder over the ensuing weeks, until today he was right back to his old volume.
That is when Carole King came to my rescue. I have always liked Tapestry. It is one of those albums that everyone should own. Today as the music filled my home, and drowned out the Ham Sandwich (he got the message) I really took note of King's soulful singing. I mean she sounds like she is tearing those notes right out of the core of her being. And yet, the music jumps and grooves. She sings some old standards that I had never realized she authored. The whole album is really beautifully crafted with the list of songs wonderfully moving from one theme to the next.
I looked down at the cover of the CD and was curious about the cat. Call me a dope. I just wanted to know. So three clicks later, I found this pretty good article: Carole King Interview
The cat's name was Telemachus. cool.
So. That's it. Tapestry saved my sanity today. If you haven't heard the album here it is: Tapestry
But you really should own a copy.
cheers,
Kurt
.
I like to have the windows open to get fresh air while I work.
The D-list actor moved in about four months ago, and man has this guy got the MOST annoying voice in the history of speaking humans. Is this how to get acting work? Because, his list of jobs is pretty extensive, although not impressive. I'm not going to tell you his name, because actors thrive on notoriety, good or bad, and I want this ham sandwich to wilt, and blow away.
Because of the structure of the building, our living room windows are about six feet apart. He lives right across the walkway. And Mr. Sandwich has nothing in his unit to soften his shrill, obnoxious, nasal voice. So, it ECHOES like he's got the reverb Elvis used.
And best of all, he has set up his home office, with desk and chair, where he can bellow at agents and producers for his late royalty checks right at his window. So it sounds as if he is screaming right in my living room, and usually at my shoulder.
Now I shouldn't have to close my windows. But, when I have, it has made no difference.
Yet...
Have I told you about my sound system? It's AWESOME. Theatre quality sound. Dolby surround, with an amplifier. heh heh heh.
When he first moved in, I cranked that baby until he shut his windows and it smelled like victory.
But my son, being the good person he is, and not wanting to endure the Norse-god like power of our system said I should go talk to him.
So I did. Bringing him along to show that I was willing to compromise and be a good human being.
Well, what do you know. It worked. He toned down his voice and we all got along. For a while...
He's an actor and so oblivious to other people. His whole world exists in his tiny, bellowing mind, and he started to get progressively louder over the ensuing weeks, until today he was right back to his old volume.
That is when Carole King came to my rescue. I have always liked Tapestry. It is one of those albums that everyone should own. Today as the music filled my home, and drowned out the Ham Sandwich (he got the message) I really took note of King's soulful singing. I mean she sounds like she is tearing those notes right out of the core of her being. And yet, the music jumps and grooves. She sings some old standards that I had never realized she authored. The whole album is really beautifully crafted with the list of songs wonderfully moving from one theme to the next.
I looked down at the cover of the CD and was curious about the cat. Call me a dope. I just wanted to know. So three clicks later, I found this pretty good article: Carole King Interview
The cat's name was Telemachus. cool.
So. That's it. Tapestry saved my sanity today. If you haven't heard the album here it is: Tapestry
But you really should own a copy.
cheers,
Kurt
.
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