Money troubles, trying to find Waldo. The world is meaner and leaner, the bank doesn’t care how many times I’ve been up. Have to look better on paper this year end, have to look as though I am not in the arts. Lemon Kombucha wins the first round and you better let out the carbonation each day or it can explode. I can prove this now, onward batch # 2. A new film came my way, from America, how unusual someone wants to work remotely just like I always thought I could, and just like nobody hardly ever did. A good film, twists that make you laugh, don’t see them coming. What to do musically, I have no idea. World inundated with people ready to bullshit. In film projects, admitting I don’t have the answers is my second favourite place to be. Someone told me people in Toronto are always trying to prove how many things they are doing, I’m so guilty. My instant theory that because it is hard to make a living that inclines one to prove themselves, listing a dense agenda of things in progress. After hearing someone point it out I felt like a dumb statistic so I started practicing replying with dead ends. I recommend.
“Hey, what are you up to these days?”
“Nothing.”
“What do you mean?”
“Nothing, I’m not doing anything.”
They look back like I kicked their dog. Nobody really needs you to bullshit, except the bank and maybe whoever found Trump or Harper or Jacob Zuma or Margaret Thatcher or Vladimir Putin appealing. My first favourite place to be when composing, is when I like my idea and the director does too. More meaningful to make everyone happy without telling lies.