Monthly Archives: June 2007

Believing it could begin and end in one evening, or, my night with Feist

So last night, I saw Feist.

She played at the Wiltern, a gorgeous theater near Koreatown. We got there toward the end of Grizzly Bear’s set, and anxiously sat and waited for our beloved Leslie Feist to take the stage.

I’m going to preface the rest of this with the following warning: this was the most enjoyable concert I have been to in about a year, and there is likely to be some weird fangirl babble.

The theater got dark and a large disco ball spun faster and faster illuminating the stage and theater with long threads of light. The band took the stage and started playing the intro “Limit to Your Love.” Then we saw her. Our lovely heroine pranced on stage wearing a red dress and red tights. She grabbed her red guitar and started in. Throughout the show she switched between her acoustic and electric guitar (that was almost as big as she was.) A few songs in, as things started really getting going, I was floored by something: Feist can rock. Feist can really rock. Listening to her cutesy-pop songs like “Mushaboom” or “The Park,” you may not realize it.

She called us to be “A Choir of Strangers” and we were given notes by our seating areas and we sang along with her. I had a similar reaction to it as I did when Ben Folds had us sing the “ahhh-ahhhhs” in “Not the Same.” That reaction was getting choked up. I can be such an emotional concert go-er.

She played one of her tunes Vaudville style, as they had been playing in very old theaters the entire tour, as “an offering to the ghost of Vaudville.” Halfway through a tap dancer came out and performed along with Feist. It was really fun.

Leslie Feist has a beautiful voice, both in the studio and live. Her live presence is amazing, she gets the crowd excited, and then feeds off of that excitement. Everyone in that theater last night had a big-time crush on her. She was radiant.

As the show came to a close, she played favorites: “1 2 3 4” and “Mushaboom” (an amazing version) and also a new song that was loud and well crafted and absolutely wonderful. She also played “Sea Lion Woman,” which is probably my least favorite song from “The Reminder,” but one of the most enjoyable songs to see live. Grizzly Bear came out to sing the “sea lion” part. They presented her a rainstick as a thank-you for touring with them, and they stood upstage and danced and played the rainstick and clapped and were having a great time. And I was too.

As an encore, she stood on the upright piano and sang a lovely song, herself and the pianist, Kevin Drew (Video here). She played “Let it Die” with the help of her fantastic band, and then she left us. I could have sat for hours, mesmerized by her talent, but she had to go.

reflections on mulholland

Megan and I spent a lot of the weekend driving around and seeing the sights of Hollywood. Saturday we spent a while in a vintage store where we both bought some new-to-us clothing. I bought a green square dancing dress. Why? I wanted to. We walked around the seedy Walk of Stars area, but because our meter was going to run out, did not make it all the way down to the Chinese Theater.

Sunday we went to Sherman Oaks for dinner and walked around a bit, and on the way home got off the highway at Mulholland Drive. The week before, Meg, Mike, Grant, and I stopped off at the road, but it was night. A few curves showed us the city’s lights, but compared to what Meg and I saw on Saturday, that was nothing. It was almost sunset, and it was one of the greatest views I’ve ever seen.

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We drove the winding curves of the mountain road, admiring the view of the city and occasionally gawking at the gigantic houses peeking out from the trees. We stopped at one overlook and watched the sunset.

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While Meg and I watched the sun pass behind the mountains to drift across the Pacific Ocean, I realized that I didn’t hate LA. This city has treated me well in the month or so that I’ve been here, and I have been unfair.

We are going back to Mulholland one day with better shoes so we can hike around a bit. It’s beautiful.

I am not right for the corporate world. Today Lauren and I ate our lunches outside. I’ve been bringing Trader Joe’s Noodle Bowls for lunch every day, but I brought a special treat with me today: a whole mango. Lauren sat eating her organic chicken sandwich while I made a big mess (on my shirt, on my jeans, on the table, in the grass.) The monkey seems to have a better grip on things than I do.

as if!

This evening after work, my three best girl friends in LA (Amy, Lauren, and Meg) and I are going shopping at the Beverly Center. A certain OC celeb is coming into the office on Friday, and I have to look my cutest! (not really.) It’s going to be totally like Clueless as I throw my credit card at the cashiers and laugh and gossip and talk on our cell phones!

The job is going well. It’s going so well that I have pretty much decided that I will move out here by September ’08.

Today Candice told me that I can help out at the BG News reading the podcasts for them. I’m sure that no one will want the news unless they can hear it from my lips blasting over their computer speakers. I’m going to start practicing my funny voices now!

This is something I need to work on.

also, this is finally finished!

gee, that’s swell!

Today I get to go to a writers meeting to talk to the writer about notes I have on a script. It’s still very strange to me that the people here respect my opinion so much. Yesterday I was given a list of directors and asked to add onto it if there was anyone I could think of that would be good on a project. Wait, really?

Amy is here now, so my life has been in shambles since Sunday night. In a good way, though.

I think that I am going to a cemetery screening of Rebel Without A Cause this weekend with Lauren, the other intern. We’ve become pretty close, considering we’ve only worked together for two weeks. After our major bonding experience of going to get my car out of the impound after I parked in a permit-only area, we’ve been all giggles.

I’ve given up on finding a part time job. My savings will dwindle down to almost nothing by the end of the summer, but I’m young, and I can live on credit. (Good idea, right?)

This morning I figured out where my freak magnetism comes from: my mother.

what i’ve done at work today

Baseline Studio Systems has been down for about 24 hours at this point. I have some research I need to do on there, and until it comes back up, I have coverage to finish up. I’m putting that off for a little while…

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a visitor from fairfield county

Seth came down to visit last night. He was in Bakersfield, so he just drove the extra two hours to visit us here in LA. We did the pretty standard Friday night thing (for us at least) Came home from work, watched TV, got some dinner out, and headed to Hollywood to see a show at the UCB. This morning we woke up and listened to Bruce Springsteen for a while until Seth went home. Welcome to LA, Seth. Now you can be bored to tears by my boring routine. (At least we took him to the UCB.)

as you can see, our apartment is still very bare.

I think today Meg and I are going to take a swim, then ride the bus down to Santa Monica (because I’m a baby and don’t want to deal with parking the van)

I am happy.

This morning on the way to work, it was an unusually clear and beautiful day, and I listened to lovely songs from a great radio show, and I couldn’t keep myself from smiling. I know that I am in the right place at the right time. I’m still not sure exactly what I’m doing here, or why, but I know that I am at least on the road to something good. There are a lot of things I still need to figure out, but I’ll have time.

Some pretty crappy things happened to be between 10PM and 12AM last night. Normally I would complain about them a lot, but I don’t even think it’s fair, since I am in such an amazing state of mind right now.

We got a new intern at work yesterday. Her name is Lauren, and she is wonderful. She’s from the south, and goes to USC. The two of us got lunch together and talked about the job, and school, and LA, and film. I’m glad to have made a new friend.

The president of the Academy of Motion Pictures came into work yesterday. He’s directing a film that our company is putting out. He was a nice guy.

My boss invited us (Lauren + me) to an event put on by Next Gen Femmes. It’s an organization for young women in the entertainment industry. We met at a swanky hotel on Sunset in West Hollywood and sipped mojitos and talked about all sorts of things. It was a cross between an adult Girl Scout meeting and UFO. If I end up back out here after graduation, I want to join.

I’m looking forward to everything.

and for the record, Starbucks > Coffee Bean & Tea Leaf

thoughts about the job

I’ve been doing a lot of comparison lately. I think, do I like living in this apartment, or at Frazee? Do I like working at this job, or at Smith Barney? Do I like driving the van, or the Honda? Most things are a quick answer, but some have needed a little more thought.

I love working my internship. I enjoy all of the people, and I do honestly enjoy reading the scripts I am given. I don’t mind answering the phones and doing other office tasks that many people complain about. Besides reading scripts, my job is pretty similar to last summer’s receptionist job, but there’s something that enjoy so much more about this office.

Like everything, film is a business. The atmosphere around here is pretty similar to other offices I’ve been in. There are people who work harder than others, and some people get paid more than others.

At Smith Barney, a lot of the brokers would really slack off. Their assistants did most of their work, and what the assistants didn’t do often got handed off to me. The brokers left the office a lot, would take days off to golf, and we were left to cover for them when an upset client would call, demanding to speak to the person they pay to handle their money. I think it’s really funny that here in Los Angeles, California, where I work for some producers who are kind-of-a-big-deal, they come into the office more than the brokers for a small firm in Dayton, Ohio.

What’s the difference? These people love what they do. They love the industry, they love movies, they love their jobs. Sure, the money is nice, but what I think boils down to it is that they enjoy the work, too. Stock brokers love money, these people love movies.

That’s why I am studying film. I love it. I love being on set, I love doing pre-production work. I love reading scripts and the people I’ve met. There are few things I love more than film. And you can’t major in being friends.