LIKE A ROLLING STONE
Saturday, July 5th, 2008Rolling Stone Magazine advertised Full Sail Center for the Recording Arts in Orlando, Florida. I did not like Florida. I was a sucker for Rolling Stone. Fear and Loathing is all I could feel in my carry all situation. I still didn’t agree with the polio vaccine theory for AIDS in Africa even though Gallo freaked when the question was raised to him. I wanted to ask him if he ever worked at Fort Dietrich. I was a writer and a director and a producer and a Water Guy and I didn’t know crap about anything. I worked all the time—even when I didn’t appear to be working—since I carried heavy bottles I never appeared to be working if I wasn’t carrying heavy bottles or driving in the cubicle called Iris—and Iris was the messenger between worlds—the goddess of the rainbow and she had eaten me. The tai chi video was finished with a 1993 copyright.
I was an expert in the Yang Classical Short Form. I had my own students and I had to get out of there—I wrote dramedy, faction, dribble and Rupert rhymed. I needed to go to school for something—somewhere. All of the professors I knew had taught me that teachers teach people to be teachers. And that’s as far as they were able to go–with tenure. What the FA! I wanted to shake up the world—overthrow the status quo—expose the hypocrites and liars and thieves—oh my. The water business was beginning to make money. I did not want to continue to become someone I did not wish to become. I did not want full or part time employees. I had no desire to become a middle aged Republican or a Democrat—I was a registered Independent with a midlife crisis. I called Full Sail and the 13 month hands on program for film and video seemed as though it was just what the doctor ordered. A university program was not what I thought I needed. I had to get away from professors.
I had a thousand and a hundred copies of the instructional video that was the best tai-chi video on the market. David Carradine didn’t know crap about tai-chi. I had screen plays and scripts and passion and a truck and a cat and a canoe.