I visited my former employer, a theatre where the festival is hosting a Late Night Music Lounge. Yes, I came up with that name, because every film festival has some kind of music lounge. So I didn't really come up with that name I just copycatted. There's really going to be nothing loungey about it. And it starts at 10PM which is late for someone like me, but not Tribeca-Film-Fest-late.
Very strange to be back in the place where I once lived and breathed the toxic air. Really, not just emotionally toxic with toxic people, it is a sick old building.
I had to be reoriented as to where backstage lights were and all that. I'm oddly kinda stoked to be managing an event there again. Should I bring an inhaler of some kind, though?
Salty D. asked me, "...and HOW did you get involved in yet another event?" Well, you know how I'm a den mother. I was at this bar (why do all my stories start like that?) and talking to this artist guy, and I think I asked him about his music, and he said something to the effect of, "Yeah, we're getting the band back together, man." Oh really? "In fact, if you need any music for the festival after hours, we could do it." That would be awesome. "Make it happen," he said. So...there you go.
I'm thinking about how to create the perfect ambience with no money.
As Kristin would say, "Fret, fret, fret. Stop fretting!"
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