Canadian in New York
Sunday, April 3, 2011
Rhinestone Cowboy in Warriors Movie directed by Rob Howard
Dear Lindsay, Sorry, I didn't get on Twitter when I was in Pheonix airport, I don't have a cell phone and I was thinking that people would be afraid of letting someone use their laptop or phone in an airport. Had a good first day in New York yesterday. I may have watched too many movies because I thought New York was a tough town, but New Yorkers are just like Canadians. I even got kicked out of a Pub yesterday just like they do to me in Canada. And when I was about to open the window on the bus, everyone complained, so I felt right there that I was accepted by New Yorkers. I went to Fountain House Clubhouse, but it didn't open till 5pm. So, I walked around, got kicked out of a pub for not drinking alcohol, and finally ended up in Broadway somehow. I noticed they have a Gershwin Theatre and I think they should have both George and Ira's name there,too. (And if there are more Gershwin's their names should be there,too). I always think of Ira as George's younger brother who may not get the recognition he deserves, but his lyrics are really good.) I like to cheer for people's younger brothers a lot like Eli Manning. Sometimes, I wonder what their Dad would have thought if Peyton and Eli said they didn't really like football and didn't want to practise. Sometimes, that happens. I ended up in Central Park at Strawberry Fields which was quite celebratory. I thought of asking for Yoko Ono, but didn't. Then, as I walked back to Broadway, no-one was smiling at me, so it made me wonder if I did something wrong. I think I need you to give me directions of what to do because from all the sit-coms I've watched it seems to be the girl-friend's and wife's job to give directions or nothing gets done right. Tomorrow, I'm going to see if we can't get our screenplays published and maybe some songs,too. Richard Rogers said they sold some songs when they started out. I thought we could still donate the money from the screenplays to Haite as a show of Goodwill. Also, if you decide to marry me, I thought we could donate money to charities because I'm afraid of having too much money as it may be hard on our kids. I know the Beatles and Rolling Stone's kids sometimes had a harder time because their parents were so famous. Perhaps, you noticed that on your siblings when you became really famous. Although, I'm sure some kids in that positon would still do well if they lucky to have a couple of really good friends growing up like I was lucky to have. I'm sure even your parents have had a bit harder too like the wives of the Beatles and Rolling Stones etc... Paul McCartney said you can date a Beatle but you are not supposed to marry one. I can understand the jealousy too because I used to be ultra competitive and with that comes a temper where you may say things or do things that you regret later. I had to learn to control my anger for the sake of my siblings growing up. I started trying to contol the competitivenes and anger about 13 yrs old. I used to record Julian Lennon's videos on our VCR and re-watch them all the time. My favourite was one was about him and his girlfriend moving in together. I think they kept moving a couch around or something. If You were to say 'I Love You' I might stick around. - I think that was the name of the song. Anyway, I was hoping that we could go dancing tonight, but I don't think I'd be let in the clubs you go to, so if we had dinner first then maybe they'll let me in with you at the club. I understand if you don't want to do this, and I won't go dancing without you. I also promise not to flirt with anyone else anymore, except maybe Sam because I think she would say something sarcastic when I do. If we go out to dinner then we could go to the publishers and producers together and act our parts out like Meatloaf and his girl singning in the band to get their record contract. If you don't want to do this, I'll act your parts tomorrow as well. I'll check in at 3pm and now I'll rest up for dancing (I hope) tonight. All My Love, David
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