I’ve made a wonderful new friend named Russell Salmon.
Not. But that basically could be the whole story. Because his name is Russell Salmon. And so.
But Sir Salmon has started this thing called The Fleet, monthly casual readings of plays in his lovely Silverlake Home. Last night we read a bunch of Beckett shorts (Footfalls, Eh Joe, and so on and so plays), and I was totally transported back to my very first days of the writing of drama plays. I first saw / read Footfalls my first semester of college, became clinically obsessed with its language, and pretty soon after, wrote the first of my own, which I realized last night was a DIRECT Rip off. It was so nice to sit in a room and just — listen. To it all. (It all. It all. It all.)