Presents
How to release a debut album...
Go to med school
Realize you want to be a writer
Get your MD
Write the next great novel
Get rejected
Become an eye surgeon
Become a bicycle tour guide in Europe
Write screenplays
Get rejected
Meet a girl
Get a job (you now have responsibilities...)
Write a nonfiction book
Propose
She says um yes
Write first dance song
Remember you can’t sing (oops) call a friend
Impress wife (with song not dancing...)
Write more songs
Have kids
Impress kids with screenplays --------> paper airplanes
Sell a screenplay
Write more songs (try to save Pluto…)
Realize you have an album
Apparently, it doesn’t suck
Embezzle 15 minutes of youtube fame (Hey There Iginla)
Release CD
Don’t quit your day job
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Story and Song (a little backstory...)Everyman: Obama was just beyond the fade. Really. Cranky: Old Man laughing too loud in a movie theatre, two rows in front, two decades behind. I Don’t Care: A little heavy-handed but glass houses baby. Pluto: Inexplicably, I do want my great great grandkids to meet him. Yes I know it sounds weird. I Puke Alone: Messy, crass, ugly, sad. Like disease. Like puke. Sorbet Girl: Fun, offensive. Tomato, tomahto. Two Empty Seats: Strip-searched at Charles de Gaulle. Saturday Night: 10 + 99 + 93 + 12 = Priceless Must Sell Screenplay: Go ahead. Laugh at my pain. Starry-eyed: Who needs an ultrasound when you KNOW it’s going to be a girl. Happy for You: It isn’t easy being green. Movie Moment: You shoulda heard the Roopa version. No Bubbles: I heart O2. Be: Destiny is a choice. My Everyman: Will never be... Hey There Iginla: Captain my Captain |
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The Faces of Subplot A
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