Jumping ship...

...bloggies will be at myspace.com/ceemoon or http://ottomt.wordpress.com/

This here space is too slow and has too many drops...just bananas!

Ten points if ya make it!

Went to a semi-formal event on Saturday night as invited guests of our great friends Joy and John. As usual our table was the rowdiest and therefore we had an excellent time. At one point the table next to us was empty and with the champagne dancing in my head I smartly deduce that the folx there had all gone home so I suggest we take those little packets of sugar and try to toss them into the glasses of water. Needless to say everyone got into it and we proceed to pelt the table with flying pink packets of faux sugar! Suddenly, I realize that there's a line of people behind us waiting to reach the desert table and I whisper "Ehm, guys? The people from the table we're aiming for are directly behind us watching the whole thing!!" We burst out laughing and try to play it as cool as possible. Later we notice that the packets of sugar have been thrown to the floor and the occupants of victimized table are giving us the shark eye big time! HIGHlarious. So aside from the terrible music and the self-congratulatory rambles at the beginning of dinner, it was a Sábado Sensacional.

Gorgeous grounds at Navarro Winery located in the Anderson Valley, California.

Establishing shot.

I still enjoy talking about it.

I've been away...

...I've been here...Mendocino

Nothing to do with music...

I hate insurance companies
Allstate specifically and their vile way of doing business in California.
I hate the SFPD and their vile, underhanded, snarky way of dealing with their populace they are suppose to serve and protect!
Accident in January of 2004
The SFPD crash into me
total my car
bills pile up, insurance company pays for them
a year later the SFPD throws me a laughable figure to make up for their negligence
a year later Allstate comes back wanting MY money back!
A pox on all of their houses!!!

Want to share another picture...

Taken during the taping on May 6 of Marty and Ricky on my show: On the Tip of My Tongue (you gotta love that shiny curtain!)

It really happened!

Here we are with Marty!
(l-r) Marinell, Marty, Dia, Me, Mark, Tiare, Nash, a little bit of Erika, Ricky and behind him, Jimmy.

Photo by Trisha Hurlburt

Go read my ULTC review...please...?

http://www.associatedcontent.com/article/31368/the_church_tap_into_their_musical_divinity.html

...still

Can't be still.
I may look it on the outside but I'm shifting, squirming, shaking, trembling, anticipating, fearing, waiting, wondering, bouncing...it's a bit exhausting but conquerable with time.
The peak of the anxiety will appear Saturday the 6th at around, oh I say, 1:30pm and will last until the entrance is made. I can't be more specific now because I don't want to jinx anything. Sunday, when everything is calm again, I'll share it all with you.
Keep your fingers crossed for me that I'll see smooth sailing until then, yeah?
Thanks,
Cee
Woah, the proverbial cat is out of the proverbial bag! Go read Marty's blog on his myspace account!!

Beautiful quote

"Lift up your eyes and look at the cloud and the light within it and the stars surrounding it. The star that leads the way is your star."
From the lost Gospel of Judas Iscariot.

Thanks Mem

Saturday morning...

Was spent with this group of exceptionally talented people. That's Eddie hug/choking Marinell, Mark next to them, our talent Andrew Handrick (who flew all the way from Ireland just to be On the Tip of My Tongue!), Me, Rod, Dia, Erika and Dina. You can't see her, but Trisha our fabulous photographer, took this picture.
Not bad for a Saturday morning.

Walking around an old house...

...heading up to the roof to soak in the sunshine, I remember you leading the way...


...my hand in yours

Keep dodging the dangers...

Healing energy to sk, ek, mk and all the baybee k's out there.
You have dozens of people behind you and your family, everything will be alright, it has to be.

Healing energy to all who needs it.

This shot melted my camera

Last time the Church were in San Francisco, I took my relatively new digital camera with me, and after a few shots, it was completely fried. The above picture of Marty was the last one it took.
Taken earlier, the shot below is of fellow blogger, Steve K.

San Francisco, Slim's

Bad Comedy Skit on the Bus

(Passenger) "So I need to get to Powell St., what's the closest stop?"
(Driver) "Powell..?" It sounded like the man was asking.
(P) "Powell."
(D) "Powell."
(P) Nodding, "Powell."
(D) No expression, "Powell."
pause
(P) Connection made, "Oh, you actually stop ON Powell. Great, thanks!"

Now I ask you, was it too difficult for the driver to have said: "I stop on Powell, or Powell IS a stop...or something similar? Honestly!

By the way: THESUNISSHININGTHESUNISSHININGTHESUNISSHINING!

Crew call!

Cee, Rod, Marinell, Mark, Dia, Eddie, Ryan, Kevin, Erika
Mind you, Ry, the one with the guitar, and Kev, the one in red, are 2 members of the 5 piece band: itsawhale!

A bottle and a rosary...

It used to mean a lot, mean a lot to me
Now it doesn't mean it doesn't mean a thing
It used to mean a lot, mean a lot to me
Now it doesn't mean, doesn't mean a thing
And I pretend that it meant a lot to me
But it never meant, never meant a thing
Used to mean a lot, mean a lot to me.
Now it doesn't mean...
Doesn't mean anything.

Whale sighting...

Because I had an amazing crew: Dia, Eddie, Rod, Marinell and Mark. A brilliant co-producer: Trisha, and 2 very talented musical guests: Ryan and Kevin from itsawhale, Saturday’s production was a breeze. All had lots of fun, everyone loved everyone else, and although Eddie threw Ryan and Kev out of the main studio, they were able to hang out for a bit afterwards to snack and chat with Trisha and me. All around lovely boys, funny, gracious, and as Trish put it, 'nice to look at.' Ahem.
Here is a picture taken at the studio, Ryan to your left and Kevin to your right.
I should be able to edit the footage on April 7th so the songs can air on the 15th of April, so stay tuned.
I have too much on my plate right now. I need a personal assistant; though I can’t pay you, please send your resume and let me know whether you own a kilt or not.
Yeah.
Right.
Thanks.

In the control room, no one can hear you scream! Or, the out of control room.

I've heard of directors walking out of productions and I had thought, for the most part, that it was a result of an ego out of control! So imagine how surreal it felt that I was doing the exact same thing!

Last night at the studio, I was directing a performance from a string quartet from St. Petersburg. The producer and I had gone over what the show was going to look like and after about 5 different sound checks we were ready to go at quarter to 10pm (already running an hour behind schedule). We laid down the bars and tone, we got through the opening credits and the first movement, I told my floor director to count the musicians down into the second movement when all of a sudden aforementioned producer started hollering “Why is he talking? Why is he talking? He’s ruined it! I wanted it to be like a live concert!” All this as the performance is still going on and I’m trying to set up shots with three cameras and directing my td! I’m trying to keep it together and half understand what the producer is going on about.

At one point I asked my td to take over and asked what the problem was. Turned out the producer and one of the facilitators had decided to change the format of the show right before we began, and they changed the graphics DURING the performance and never bothered to tell the floor director or me. Brilliant! As a result my concentration was shot and I was, let’s just say a little more than a little bit, angry. I kept going through the end of the fourth movement and when that was done. I grabbed my coat and purse and walked out of the control room. About 5 people followed me, one of them, the producer who kept insisting he had told me of the changes and I insisting that he had not. In retrospect it was useless going back and forth with the “I did!” and “No, you didn’t!” Yet, it took place and there you go. The facilitator did interrupt and apologized on the spot owning up to changing things and not telling me, which was fine but I was still angry. The kicker was having the producer ask me to stay and do the fourth movement over, to which I responded, “The fourth movement was the best take!” Apparently not for the quartet, which I understand, but honestly, I was too rattled to even attempt a decent direction.

I drove home, ranted, took a hot shower and went to bed. This morning I received a long letter of apology from the producer, fair enough. The end result was that they had the facilitators direct the entire show over…hopefully the producer will end up with some material he can use.
I am so glad I don’t do this for a living…I’d look like Eddie Van Halen!