Monday, August 01, 2005

I'm having an unfortunate Monday. I should be psyched--I'm in the Bay Area, the sun is gorgeous, the show is running very well, BRT is wonderful--but instead, I'm just in a dark, dank, terrible mood. We got a review today that got to me--one that really hurt, that stabbed in personally and felt like it ripped my heart out. We've received bad reviews before, and they're inevitable to some degree, but it's not that often that they hurt like this one did--not because the reviewer is so perceptive, but because their venomous dislike for what I'm doing spills out so clearly into the words. It's very hard.

At the same time, the rest of the reviews here in the Bay Area have been very good--I'd have posted more of them, but we've just fallen behind the times, and honestly with Seattle and Charleston under our belts it doesn't seem as urgent to quickly scan in and link up each and every notice. Maybe I'd feel better if I did, but I don't want to give these people that much power--good or bad, if you measure yourself too much by the critics I don't think any artist will truly come into his own.

Saw Tony last night, and went out drinking after the show--he has such a great and profane mind, and I mean that in their most generous contexts. Also had brunch with Susie this weekend, where we dissected politics and a couple of plates of eggs with avocado and onions--wonderful conversations that typify the warmth, intelligence and heart that BRT has always shown when we work with them.

I wish I could get back to that mood from the weekend--I'm awash in deadlines.
7:06 PM