Sittin' here in this old house

Anyone out there ever heard of Anders Osborne? He has this great song, Boxes, Bills, and Pain, as pure a blues lament as ever there was one, baby.

And here I am tonight getting over a little ego bruise, at not being able to be first, center stage. Ok, it’s still ok. I didn’t get to be with my movie people tonight but I am still me. Still have all my own hopes and dreams, yeah?

And I may have even missed the local film fest boat but am ready to jump on wherever needed, too. That’s a good purpose to serve. Everybody needs a last-minute fill-in for all sorts of things. And I’m pretty much good at everything I try to do. If I believe in it, look out.

I actually feel like one of those vectors for new ideas, one of those connectors that Malcolm Gladwell talks about in his book The Tipping Point. But I’ve been hanging out with my daughter for a few years...

So here we are today with fresh music and fresh ideas and a plan starting to take shape. I want to write a screenplay, but I don't know that I want to do it alone.

Is this my book with Lesa about the Elephants? Are we going to be able to see the story the same way? I think so, but I don't know.

And at the same time I want to write a screenplay about someone else, someone like me, with thick thighs and an appetite for love. (I still love that line from Working Girl, where the valiumed- and tequila'd-Melanie Griffith says "I've got a mind for business, and a bod for sin." That just charms me to no end.)

The rest of it I just can't even say out loud. M.H. will have a nice night, you can be sure.