Prepping for OMBG podcast tonight. The playlist is full of new stuff (and maybe an old one) totally sick tunes this week
I was lucky this past week to interview some really cool people from Germany who are involved with the Victoria TX Independent Film Fest.
First was Stohead, a German based street artist who has exhibitions all over the world and is in Texas for the first time. His interview is here…
The second is Boris Castro and Karla Lemus who made the film Breakin LA. They are also art advocates in their Country, their interview is here…
What a treat it is to talk with these people. It has certainly energized me to do more. That’s the rub of it too. There are times when creative people need to meet up with other creative people, talk about things, and see that everyone runs across the same roadblocks and problems. I have been lucky to keep meeting up with them all week since they have come into town.
Today I was passing some time with a random person, I like doing that because the art of conversation is lost these days, and I also really need to talk to people more to get down conversation better for my writing.
At any rate, the subject turned to one of her old friends who had passed away years ago. This woman revealed a secret late in their friendship “Good people deserve nice funerals, but i’m not a good person J,” she told her, “Don’t cry for me.”
She continued to tell me that later on in their relationship, she claims to have a whole other life than the one she was living… Whether this was true or not, I do not care to know, I am posting this so I am going to assume it is fiction. But it makes for a possible great character. Here are the traits I am stealing.
-”Have you ever killed someone? Pulled the trigger and walked away because you knew this wasn’t your city? I have.”
- One day she got out of the car and said “Come inside, I want to show you something.” Once inside the modest little home, she walked over to a closet in her bedroom, and there were dozens of beautiful dresses, worth hundreds or thousands of dollars. “You see the labels on those dresses?” she asked. She was a t shirt and jeans type of girl and I asked her when she uses these. “These are the clothes I wear for me work… out of town”
- “People leave you. They fail you. I never wanted to rely on anyone again. No man to take care of me. No one.”
These snippets of conversation got to me. What kind of person was this woman? What drives you to do such secret work? What work was it? And how did you go on to live such a normal life. Also, this woman apparently has been dead so now I’ll never know if she was just a drug dealer or a high profile Black Widow. This of course leads all sorts of new doors. Might be something to consider. Shady characters always are, I’m glad I got to dwell on this one.
Due to the upcoming pork shortage, the FDA finally made mogwais available for mass consumption (Taken with Instagram)
That’s the way it goes down on the south side of town (Taken with Instagram at band house)