Update in Il Apple Grande

I have intentionally refrained from posting pictures out of superstition. You see, I haven't landed per se. And for some reason I believe that if I'm not watching the world from a deeply rooted perspective, how dare I attempt to capture an image of it? Okay deeply rooted, that's a little bit of bullshit, I know, but it's just not time for you kids to see what little ol' me is looking at from my corner of 7 avenue and 8th street in Park Slope.

I can tell you that my week here has been a whirlwind. I'm still in the midst of meeting with agents. Sadly, the one I truly want is at their limit, and they are afraid to commit to one more. I had a wonderful conversation with them today, despite the disappointment, and know that very soon I will be collaborating with them in ways I once thought impossible. That doesn't mean I'm agentless in Il Apple Grande. Agent X, as I will call them, is very excited to have me join their team and have already sent me out to several auditions... one of which I had today. That audition, by the by, went quite well. I have a feeling I won't get the job, but I know I left that room with a good impression made. All that I can ask one week into my adventures, eh?

I have a desperate desire to get really, really drunk with old friends. That, I'm afraid, is on delay for quite some time. Most of us here are on very tight schedules, and planning a spontaneous evening of drunken revelry is much harder in practice than in theory. I resort to a six-pack of Brooklyn Lager and Blogger. Not my first choice, but I thank fortune anyway. And Oasis. I forgot how groovy a band they are.

Anyway. I'm well. I'm more than well. Better yet, I'm beyond well. A little lonely perhaps, but very glad to be a week into the thick of it all. This city requires a discipline of thought that I can't begin to express right now. It's such a test to stay true. Not positive by the way. That person is a FOOL whoever thought that you had to be positive in this city. Just true. True in all the madness, true in long subway rides, true at the pizza parlor, true in front of the door before you walk in... as much truth in the face of so much forced ambivalence as possible. Did I mention Oasis helps? It's weird, but it works... I promise.

Cheers all.