Why Stewart Copeland should invite me to London:

A letter to Stewart:

Come and see a show, man!
This weekend marks the fourth weekend of performances at City Garage of "The Trojan Women" by Charles Duncombe, and still: no Stewart Copeland. I know, because I've been to every performance, as well as helped out at the box office a couple of times. And I've peeked at the reservations for future performances, too. (For those of you who need to be updated: about a month and a half ago, I presented Stewart Copeland with a touchingly homemade-looking postcard and passport to the theater, which would allow him four admissions to any show [note: the postcard was homemade because there were no official ones available yet at the time of his booksigning in Hollywood

"Percussion Moves to Center Stage"
I just read an article in (of all places) the Wall Street Journal (the title of my post is the same as that of the article, and the corniness of that title struck me as more appropriate to a People magazine article, but whatever) about drummers/percussionists (the gist: there are now lots more opportunities for highly trained percussionists to perform pieces specifically written for their instrument(s) than ever before, and they are now actually considered musicians. As recently as 30 years ago this was not the case) which mentioned the fact that a concerto by Mr. Stewart Copelan

Sting(k)
I just read an article about Sting that was published on October 19 over at the Globe and Mail (whatever that is). It was an interview and sort of review of his new album (which you can bet I won't be buying but I might listen to it on iTunes or Amazon). You can read the article here. After I finished reading it, I realized I'd never said much about Stewart's book, "Strange Things Happen." The article reminded me because it quoted some of the things Stewart says about Sting (for one, he called him a "fucking toad"). I've never been a fan of Sting, who, in spite of

Misidentified
Last night was the super-exciting opening of "The Trojan Women" at City Garage Theatre in Santa Monica. Sold out, as usual; it's so much fun to have a full lobby and audience, with people spilling out into the alley.Patrick came with me, and when I walked over to the theatre at about 10 minutes to 7, he went to get a cup of coffee instead of waiting around in the lobby. When I was walking down the alleyway, I saw the following tableau:Under one of the few lights in the alley, a tall, distinguished but youthful man on a black bike wearing a suit jacket and dark pants was speaking with two bike cops. You know what "tall, distinguished but youthful" means, don't you? It

My morning commute
It was foggy this morning, I got very little sleep (about 4.5 hours), I'm pretty tired, and I would've loved to have slept a few more hours. The drive to work, however, was kind of perfect, because the sun is out! I love when daylight saving time ends. It means a commute home in the dark but there's something about getting up with the sun that makes the whole process of going to work much easier. I was in my typical fantasy mode while driving on the 710 (remarkably, traffic was flowing this morning), listening to my iPod, when "Indiscipline" by King Crimson came on. I love this song! I really like Adrian Belew's