Thursday, September 20, 2007


Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket it already Sept 20th? It seems like it was just yesterday that I had 2 months to get ready for my 1 man show, and now, it's here in abou 3-4 hours. Where did the time go?

But if my morning is any indication of how the night's going to be, I will be a happy man come 7:45pm. I recorded a voice for "Family Guy" this morning. As I'm coming out of the booth, Seth Rogan (Knocked Up, 40 Year Old Virgin) is going in. We were introduced and then I left. Cut my programs and got those ready for tonight.

Then, you know there's always something trying to keep you in a bad mood. I had a long and hard fought battle with a hair bump, but I eventually won. So now, it's time to chill. Relax for a lil bit...maybe watch some judge judy and get mentally ready for tonight.

My boys Gary and Kevin just got in town as well. So tonight, it's time to thank God for my talents, put on a great show, and then sip and tip a lil bit.


Wednesday, September 12, 2007


So my show is in a week. I'm finishing up last minute rehearsals, scripts, step practices etc. And I've been working my butt off, ya dig? So I bought a ticket to go back home to St. Louis the weekend after my show. Get away for a sec and breathe some good 'ol midwest fall air. Drive under the arch. See some old friends and relax. And in true Carol Lee fashion, my mother has already set up a concert/film viewing with a bunch of people I have never met before in my entire life. And I am absolutely irritated.

Why does this bother me so much? I'll tell you. Ever since I was a little kid, my mother has made me play for other people I don't know or care to know. And I have grown to dislike it with each passing performance. Even in college, I'd come home to see my mom. And the next thing I knew, she would take me to some random person's house and I'd be playing. Now, I love playing for my mom. I'd play for her for hours on end. I have no problem with that. I do have a problem when I'm practicing, and she slips out of the apartment and opens the front door, and then when I turn around...there's a crowd of 3 people I've never seen before hovering over me watching me play.

I don't know why I despise it so much. I just do. And I think I have a right to not like some things. And I think what makes it worse, is that I've told her from day 1 how much I hated it. And it doesn't seem to make a difference at ALL. I still get the same puppy dog eyes and guilt trip if I even hesitate to play. And to bring it back...I had planned on having a nice relaxing weekend in St. Louis, and now I've got some performance at a senior citizens home with a brand new piano and people I don't care to meet. I don't want to play in this new facility. I don't care about their piano. I don't care about any of that.

And I know my mom is excited. And I know she's excited to see me. But my mom is so worried about spreading my talents and showing me off to other people, that she forgets to just enjoy my time home.

okay, just wanted to vent a sec. Holla


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