BLAME IT ON THE WEATHER, sez Willie

We were supposed to have snow and as a result, I am pretending to be at loose ends.

Reading John's post, I offer this bait to his contrarian soul.

CHARACTER: Peter Lake, age 33. Lives in Cleveland, OH, (280 miles to Lexington) where he works part time as PR director for the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame. The rest of the time, he is a musician/music producer/promoter. He runs a small concert series that plays at Unitarian churches, clubs and assorted halls, featuring singer-songwriters, mostly. He has a long term relationship with a woman who is also on the fringe of the entertainment industry. She has done stand up and some small parts in small movies (has a SAG card) but she makes a living as a photographer's assistant/art director/ stylist for print ads. She has her own place, but they sleep together several nights a week. She is almost 30 and wants to get married and have hip, alternative babies.

We first see PL in his bedroom, talking with Pippi, the girlfriend. She wears ironic glasses in bed.

She: So who is being inducted this month?
He: You know they only induct once a year. I think the selection process is still several weeks away. What we have to guard against now is being accused of only inducting old dead people or taking in a bunch of punks who were born after Rock and Roll had pretty much died.
She: So you mean the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame is on its third album?
He : Hunh?
She: The first album is the one that accumulates ten or fifteen years of trying to make it. The second album is mostly songs that wouldn't fit on the first one. And the third album, the one you have to write from scratch, is songs about being on the road and missing your baby. Even though it comes third, it's the sophomore slump.
He: yeah, That's where the Hall is as far as inductions are concerned. People We turned down before are not so sure they want to come now.
She: Well, the reason I asked is I have this location opportunity. Blah magazine wants Rod to do a swimsuit feature at Erroll Flynn's house in Jamaica and he wants me to go as best boy.
He: Best BOY?
She: Well, you know who his real best boy is. I am just the one who has to do the work.
He: When?
She: sometime after Christmas, probably before Spring gets here.Rod always likes to wait until the last possible minute, you know.
He: I still say you need to write a script about Rod. Or just get some of your pals to do a short or something. You know he'd love the attention.
(Here she might do a quicky imitation of Rod the photographer, who acts like Austin Powers with a southern accent) They tussle and clench and the camera fades as they begin seriously making love.

Later, PL posts to the Eye on his laptop, using a very groovy spotlight that shines just onto his screen, while Pippi sleeps on the other side of the bed. Of course he uses a Mac. Oddly, he seldom mentions music in his postings.

OK, if you don't like that, fix it. sometimes it is easier to have something to work against.