My hometown, Boise Idaho, skipped puberty and became an adult overnight. With this newfound growth and population increase, we are very fortunate to support a thriving artistic community. My compadres tell me this a national phenomenon whereby the talent is leaving the larger cities due to affordability. Our gain includes a speaker series that happens nine times per year. Story Story Night is an event where three speakers spin their tales and are intermixed with “slammers” that give short impromptu speeches between the main events. The quickie speaker’s names are drawn out of a hat and they appear on stage, without fright, moments later.
Last Tuesday, I went to Late Night Story Story Night. This more provocative version of the show was sponsored by the iconic, Over 19 Adult Shop, and the speakers were rewarded with novel gifts accompanied by applause. While all of the stories were moving, the one that overstimulated my mind involved a local filmmaker. Through her words, we all felt the pain, pressure, and joy associated with financing and actually producing art.
Here is the movie description from her website: LIKE LOVE is a dysfunctional comedy about love in the modern age. Not love with a capital “L”, cursive, and pink flowers, but the awkward, inconvenient, totally un-sexy intimacy between two people who might bite a bullet for each other (but definitely shouldn’t make out).
She did an eloquent job by building tension around her story of raising thirty thousand badly needed dollars in thirty days. What seemed impossible actually happened. But when it happened, there were no sky rockets. No need for a cigarette. It was just another step in the long and lonely process that includes staffing, shooting, staging, makeuping, promoting, and on and on and on. She really wanted the rockets. She brought it all home by sharing a Hollywood story. At a glitzy event she heard Jeffrey Tambor say, “If you think there is a role, a moment, or a producer that will complete you in this town, you are in the wrong town. The love of this craft must be enjoying every moment along the path.”
Looking in my own rear view mirror, I see lots of time wasted while searching for the one spectacular choice that would put everything in a permanent order. Going forward, I plan to thoroughly enjoy every bump, turn, and grind along this lovely road of life.