A mixture of pieces of writing, some recent, but many older. Some can be spoken aloud,, some from my diary, some are fragments, some are rants responding to things in the news, some are about performing, some are stories.
I —— am not quite sure that what is what and which is certain But I—— I don’t find That my mind is any kind of burden And I —- I have found that the ground beneath my feet makes me queasy, But I— I don’t mind the daily grind I find it easy I- - - who was quite sure am now unsure of that I am certain,
but what is this, that you see here, I’ll say it clear, I have no fear And now, the mist is close and What you see is me -----
Meanwhile some unrealised old ideas need reviving in the age of Trump, like this- a video blog?-
8 SHORT FILMS - PEARLS OF GRIT
Grit Curtis has pearls to share with you.
Grit Curtis is many things - radio dj., financial advisor, singer, stage hypnotist, lover, truck driver, friend of the late great Barry White, philosopher and author, pet bereavement therapist and author of such books as "Coping with Pet Loss” , ‘Let’s Pretend We are on Prozac’ and ‘Is a Bonsai Tree disabled?’ and many, many other things besides.
He makes many personal appearances, mini films, TV and radio broadcasts, and on social media.
Grit’s wisdom is questionable, but his drive to spread it … isn’t. Grit claims he doesn't want to be president but someone else has got the job.
Grit is likeably repulsive, knowingly naïve. His sincerity is evident, but unproved. His taste in clothes is questionable. He is narcissistic schizophrenic. He thinks he is a chameleon he thinks he can be anything he wants to be, but everyone knows his unmistakeable face
We want to make a series of short videos from 15secs to two minutes in length entitled ‘PEARLS OF GRIT’.
Each video, each pearl will be built around slogans and statements and brief anecdotes of meetings with wise celebrities (Talking philosophy and gardening with Barry White) from the meaningless (‘you are only as clean as your teeth’, to the seemingly sound (‘buying a new shirt won’t get rid of the dandruff.’). the videos will be shot and edited on mini-DV.
Grit Curtis is written and performed by Jonathan Stone and shot and directed by Martin Jones.
Grit say things like 'their are far too many people out ther giving far too much advice'
Memories are slippery combination of fact and fiction - they never seem completely accurate; sometimes when I remember something, even if the memory is vivid clear as a bell and I am mostly (say80%)right, it might get disputed as if the whole memory is totally wrong. There always is at least a germ of truth that triggers the memory, but it is hard to know if the memory is
a) purely of the event, or
b) of the event plus your thought or take on it at the time.
The veracity of the event- that it happened (how do you prove the facts? Was it documented? ) cannot be disputed but your take on the event (however clear or 'true' you feel the memory is) might be. But what if its not disputed? then maybe all the different takes, the different versions of the memory if accepted, add up to a multi faceted rich gem of a memory of an event or the response true, false, embellished or whatever, of its witnesses.
Last night I did a performance that did not go well. I sang a couple of songs at the piano. I was very nervous. Nerves get to me when I am performing now- it used to be easy- I was trying to be good - maybe thats the problem - trying to hard to be good. I felt my dodgy piano playing and the mistake strewn inaccurateness and my nervy trembling fingertips didn't help me. A couple of singing phrases were ok but I was not happy- after I'd finished I couldn't let it go, I left the party and felt humiliated.
The difference between a cabaret/party atmosphere and a theatre is that in the theatre you create your space you create the right conditions for yourself and welcome your audience into your space, where as in a cabaret/party/club atmosphere your space is the stage around you, the audience own the space and you need to project.
So I came away feeling humiliated and small and feeling I'll never perform again- thats what I used to do, but I didn't want to dwell in that bad place so I ask myself
why so naff?
what can be better?
so, two ways of starting a performance :
1. Do something easy and repetitive while you put your attention on the audience and get their attention on you.
2 Do something big surprising and strange, so they have no option but to give you some attention
but maybe the best thing is to not take it so seriously, don't hide, just go for it whether you're naff or brilliant and anyway you always have a few moments grace at the top of a show- the audience default is to love you until you do something to make them think otherwise
Don't let the novelty and anarchistic bluster of the early morning random twitterer in the big place over there blind you to the fact that he is an aging blunderer who didn't think he'd get the job, he didn't want the job, but now he's there he is losing it rapidly, and besides I wouldn't invite him into my house, cos I don't like his face (maybe that's superficial) and I don't want mysteriously dying Russian diplomats to distract me from the important things like green buds everywhere and things beginning to flower on this frosty March morning. What a weird world but spring is the thing.