I opened my eyes in bed, and it’s still a — revelation. I am here now. I do not know why I did anything I did. I came from “one of those stories” which sucked ass, to channel Will Ferrell who produced this movie I saw last night, but it would make a really strong motion picture, I think. These years on Miracle Mile…
Somehow, I found my way back to New Jersey, spiritually. My father was from New Jersey, not Italy, which his sister, the one and only Aunt Jane, repeated over and over again. “His obsession with Italy!” She was woman that a Shakespearean actress would need to play, specifically, yes, British. They can learn dialects better than anybody. Aunt Jane was a Shakespearean character but 100% New Jersey, it was important even. I studied her. She was a masterful actress through and through though she wasn’t an actress. She ripped men to shreds with her speech, my father, for being OBSESSED with Italy, OBSESSED! Boom— her voice was a freight truck expertly moving through octaves. She punched the idea that they were Italian to hell—her eyebrows were mountain peaks, dark, and she could look down upon you, down her stately nose, “the nose that knows,” she’s say. “Down with the power of spirit with you.” She hated being Italian, hated being called Italian. “We are from NEW JERSEY!” Boom, her hot water with old ginger candy in it — she slammed that saucer down. And she was not yet finished, giving me her rageful opinion, down low at the kitchen table. Becoming prim and proper now, somehow, she’d ask herself, ask me, “does she do that?” And she’d get nasty, “noooo,” she’d sneer, she didn’t THINK SO? Becoming operatic, even, taken aback in a Mid-Atlantic inspired dialect. She’s elbowing men down, making demands…wanting to go to yoga… restorative, of course. The pool, come on Maria, let’s go to the pool… she was a really good character, maybe too good for me to do, like her dialect. She was from North Jersey, a fan of Shakespeare, but she called him “Willy Shakes,” because she felt his name was too “pompous.” Oh, British problems. An amazing woman, who’s bringing clementines to the theater, she’s responding to the play, well, gawking at you, wasn’t that how it was done? She’s saying it outloud in the theater…
“Is it?” Her response to the “to be or not to be” speech — is it? She asked me, later. “Is it really about that?” Even judgmentally. Like her “to be not to be speech” would be, I think, amazing. “Is it??? Is it the question?” Her moving through this monologue was just so funny. “Killing himself,” looking at me, taken aback. I loved her, even if she was a handful, impossible at times.
I feel much more New Jersey right now, like I settled somewhere—the state of two kingdoms. I spent a lot of time with them during my youth, I wrangled the Jane, rode the bull, though her grand daughter couldn’t really stand it, so they’d pick me up a week later. TENSE. At times. Jane was — to be remembered. Classical. Hilarious.
When I start talking about how I feel these days, I’ve been hearing “everyone feels the same way.” Okay, I don’t know what to say about one’s experiences, but I came to realize my whole life…? I was in a sex scandal, I don’t know if I suffered abuse…? Life doesn’t look the same. It was shocking. My perspective changed, and it was so basic, too, it’s still hard for me to describe. I’m making my tea, in the morning, and it’s one of those mornings where that comes to the forefront of my consciousness. I have to swat away the guru from INTERJECTING in my mind, like he knows anything about that, but at least he’s a fly, he’s not inside my body, which was so terrible and weird a sensation. I can’t with that man.
I just have to breathe and accept. I’m 39 and I’m here. Everything about where I live and how I’m navigating through this moment, it’s hard to explain, feels like New Jersey, as if — I feel like I integrated, so I’m in touch with my whole experience, so I settled somewhere in New Jersey, in feeling, as I have cousins there. I had a surrogate mother there, and my family is actually from there, though I had no interest in living there… for better or for worse, my second surrogate mother, a blond, of course, I have a funny relationship with blonds, I always call them out, she would have been such a good friend to me right now. She was a maternal? I can’t totally describe it that way, actually, but she took me in, for years. I became a bit integrated there.
She was, she was a really good friend. She would have gone to the supermarket with me, she would have baked while I unpacked, turned it into a party, she would have gotten all excited about WHAT I could do now, WHO I get to meet, like, her face — her Norman Rockwell freckled round face, her green eyes, she had startlingly green eyes. Her mouth would have dropped. Like, you get to meet a guy for real, because she would have been able to understand how closed off I was, or how all that held me back. I am, I want to meet someone now, and wow, that’s what I mean, it’s a totally different story. She was a woman who didn’t like words, that much, she’s an action person. She’s going to come over to your house, if you went through a terrible event, and she’s going to be a star friend. That’s how she is. So I’m relying on her memory right now to get excited and active — I could go to a mental health clinic, I could go talk to that person, that person, think about where I could go and meet someone… she would be that friend. She’s not texting you if you tell her you don’t know if you were abused… she was a great lady. Everyone has their sides, personhood.
You see, forget — there’s something wrong with me, or you, I thought about my relationships and I went, I have needs and wants, one of these basic statements that might make someone laugh, “are you serious?” Yes, I have needs and wants, there’s nothing wrong with what I want and need, I’m just not in the right place. I never had needs or wants, really. Isn’t that extraordinary? Aunt Jane would snap at me, and I would snap back — shut up Jane, even, because you have to deliver a punch every now and then. She can handle that. “Stop it Jane.” She’d giggle, even, at that. “Maria,” interrupting my flow of speech, telling me I’m cute with bosoms, you see what I mean? Shakespeare. She was so epic.
But it’s true, I’m starting over basically from scratch, which isn’t the most settling of experiences, sometimes, especially when I didn’t have to, but I did, so there must be some higher reason, there will be some reward in it, because that’s all I can say, do, like — if I want kids, I’ll have to have kids, sooner rather than later… I have to remind myself that I wasn’t ABLE to do what I’m doing now. Opening a fridge.
I get I was a STAR, huh? Or destined to write THIS BOOK, be a duchess or something…? I was an heiress? I’m looking at Mark, my cousin, doing stand up, literally, at a family party, in shorts. My cousin and I, my partner in crime, we had brought the family to a new Golden Age as everyone was a comedian, and we put on shows, we did, that’s what we did. “An heiress?” I can picture the blond, you see? She was a comedian too, not knowing what to do with that. That’s funny. I don’t know quite how to respond to my coming into the world, which is what college is, if I was too impressionable, not the person that these New Jersey people even saw, actually, because um, here comes Obama, with his question in my mind, “did you go shopping? Did you know how to operate…?” Just because, hm, my father had dementia the whole time, too. I didn’t, I was fine, but I look back like, wow.
The thing is, there’s all sorts of people out there, that’s not the issue, so they can operate how they choose to operate, but that — from college onward, that was someone I had trouble even making out. I found myself at Astor Place Starbucks with one of my male friends — a lot, going, looking at him, even, um, who is this? I started to communicate what happened around here, as this man, he was genuinely curious, “who are you, what are you talking about?” He didn’t know what to do, sometimes, so what do you do? But okay, I thought, looking back at myself, that was a bigger problem than I understood. “Confusion is nothing new,” I got that.
Now it’s a very different world. I hope I will reach success, as I’d like to, actually, I don’t know WHY these roadblocks or people came in… to thwart me, as the guru really made a bold and stupid move in getting involved with me. But that’s where I ended up, if that makes sense, in the netherregions. Be real, that man should go and look at himself in the mirror. Just a ridiculous show of being a guru. I will work on him, I will bring him to life, the way his arm would rise… to point at me… in Beverly Hills… are you serious? “Do not MANAGE it, do not manage the shift in reality…” I look back, like, why am I here? I have no idea. Who are you?
Psychology isn’t indirect, even.
Send in the actress: go go go. Rip the man to shreds with your speech like Jane could.
Even looking at my friends, nothing wrong with them, but I am not the same person, so I might not have gravitated or gotten close to the same people. That’s fine, with some friends, it’s working, but I don’t need to be close to everyone. Or, we might not have the same idea as to what that means, quite simply. I can sit there and not be close to you, it’s so basic. I am not looking for the same types of relationships, necessarily.
The world just doesn’t look the same. It has taken some time getting used to. It feels like I’m waking up the next morning, after a long dream. I take a deep breath, keep going. Sensations swell, of I’m here, I can live my life, now, excitement, cringe, really? My father? Come on, can someone be real? Do you know what a terrible thought that is? That someone, even? Somewhere? I cannot put that anywhere, so I just have to let it go, until I can keep seeing this specialist. A dwindling heartache.
I cleared the inteference from my life, too, because I had to, there’s nothing to correct, I came from a background that took me real time to resolve. I didn’t know that, exactly, I didn’t know what was driving my engines, so when that doesn’t apply anymore, the quiet, the space, the loss, and even the feeling of being integrated can be disorienting. Like, why do I feel like New Jersey right now? I’m actually Jersey, what? There it goes…that car… I am no longer in… and I had to let go… of anyone who doesn’t get it, because I really can’t hold myself back. I need time, it’s a soothing salve, in being able to meet again, perhaps, I just can’t act like I didn’t say what I did. I mean what I say. I went through a revelatory event, even if I had a break down, too. And comedian Dave Chappelle, I don’t know why, always comes to mind to back me up: “I mean what I say.” Just picturing him saying it makes me laugh and feel supported — “I mean what I say.” So yes, hello, we might play a round of casual tennis, how are you? Good, all that, but internally, I’m readjusting my entire life approach. I want to meet someone, I mean, a man, someone I could be with, for real, what a revelation. It’s not that I haven’t had relationships in the past, it’s just, it’s a totally different experience. I didn’t really follow my heart, you see.
When you feel like you’re in the seat of choice, everything is reframed. I just need to settle the basics, get the next phase in my life underway, so I can clean myself up a bit, my look, as I have old clothing that doesn’t fit, style-wise, anymore. I don’t know why exactly I became old world vintage, or something? That’s fine, I hate short hair, like the FRO, the curly FRO, only brought me more problems, even, I don’t give a shit that I was cute… peering back at myself???? I had sides like anyone else, I was “a great person,” there are many “great people” out in the world. I just didn’t end up creating what I wanted to create or feeling like myself, you know? I was worth more than just “living in France…” My friend said, right? “You had to move to France,” all emotionally, even, “to get away from your Jersey family…” when no, that’s not the point. I did not have to move to France, you see. I could have moved to France now… this aspect of my experience was clarified by Hannah Arendt, as I—startlingly— could relate to some of the traits that were present in Rahel Varnhagen’s life. Ethereal, sure, fairytale, maybe, with a Romantic professor friend, she could have broken this down quickly. My desire to “be in the world…” without “worldly ambitions…” that isn’t Varnhagen, but that book gave me real very real ideas to chew on. It was a startling experience, reading that book, like I felt the top of my head popped open, like oh my God. And to make sure, it’s clear, I’m not comparing myself to the Jewish experience or to the case of not being able to appear in the world… but that story made it hard to appear in the world, literally speaking. Not to a cop, funny enough, they’re peering in, uh oh, what the hell is this? So the public eye ended up being a light — just go there, because my private life doesn’t get it, at all, but it does. So there’s a difference. Think about it.
I’m feeling into everything I’m doing these days, I’m trying to set up my employment situation, trying to shift my focus towards whatever’s going to bring out my gifts, so that way, I’ll excel, I’ll be able to enjoy what I do. So we’ll see on the mental health end of things as I just need a job… I was surprised by this guru’s belief system, because, sorry, I could “make it,” okay, why this person cared so much, I don’t know, and then what? Let me add, that you might want a house, partner, a life, regardless of what you do, depending, but this person was a loner. That wasn’t the MOST IMPORTANT ASPECT OF MY LIFE, guru, this guru acted like you can make it, you can become Lady Gaga meets Joyce Carol Oates. I hope I “make it” now, YEAH, my face on —?—the cover of glossy mags… “Make Way for Prince Ali with Barbara Harris the genie also playing the sexy girls twirling with sashes…I want to get married, even, you know? Sure, I’m down. I’m open to it. It’s unreal to me. How different I feel, I was always a very real person, but I’m, extending a hand… like, okay, I had particular angsts, I could get strange and ethereal, and I would say, now, that was a sign that something happened, and I couldn’t deal with it. Like I went through crazy, so don’t come at me with ideology that YOU can’t be public about. That YOU wouldn’t admit that you have. So I’ll try and be an actor now… I’ll keep writing. Hopefully, I’ll do well, that I’ll get that story will get out of my system, and figure out what’s going to bring me abundance in my life.
I have a British persona I have to work on. It’s less that I am British, I think it’s funny to imagine a British person coming from my background —a sex scandal? They’re also Italian…? What does that even mean? They just woke up to all this… a British person. So I might become British, I might try, and think about reciting a monologue about waking up in the morning… and going, “I came from a sex scandal?” Drinking tea. Not coffee. I don’t drink coffee that much anymore. Black tea, sure, I’m an Earl Grey person, which is also…notable, if you’re British. Strange. Look, if you can ACT British, you are, that’s really the truth. If you can get the ACCENT down, in a field of accents, it’s really amazing about Britain, you’re British, look. I follow Very British Problems on X, Twitter, whatever this is.
Anyway, when I think about the personas I would like to work on, I tend to feel better. I wanted to see if there might be a place for me in the art world, actually. I woke up thinking about Performa, as I was obsessed with Roselee Goldberg. She came to the MoMA when I was an intern there my senior year of college. I was a Curatorial Intern in the Department of Media (and performance) right when it split into its own entity from Film across the hall. Head Curator Klaus Biesenbach had hilarious ringtones on his phone, no furniture in his apartment, Cara Starke was the distinguished grey assistant, even when she was young, she had grey hair, and they’re both well-known in that world. I was there because I thought maybe I preferred this world though it has feeling of class in it, if that makes sense, to a British person. I don’t know why exactly, but I was here. Goldberg came over, she lit a fire within me, inspired me about performance, where IS IT? She was launching Performa that year. I ran after her, seriously, down the stairwell, and I wanted to get involved. I wanted to go see the first round of performances. I volunteered and saw some very moving work. And the Biennal will be this year, so I’ll go.
I don’t know how I would do it, but Dr. J, my mother, she might be a groundbreaking performance, especially because she was haute couture, so she could be across the map in terms of genre… where she may run through the crowd, just watching her, in the chicest suits with wrists like flimsy hanky, in a red wig, into scenes with cardboard cut-out of Trump, priests. She might knock down a stationed procession of cardboard cutouts of altar servers, etc., desperately trying to get to the priest. She might just show up places and disrupt things. I might lit incense, so it smells like church. She might need to get sexual, inappropriate, but I would do it so it wouldn’t be too real. It’s like, comedians have told me how annoying it is when they hit on someone’s gf/bf and their partner gets bent out of shape about it, when they aren’t really hitting on their spouse, but still. She could do a striptease, get on tables, to Blossom Dearie, even, and then, you see her… where did she go? She’s doing taxes… very focused. She’s typing, something, “Love only me…” I’d have to figure out the details. I saw a potential avenue for her character in the art world. I’m not the type, if you would, my mother is Julianne Moore, though I am Natalie Portman. Not really but we don’t have the same look. She could be mystere, ethereal, spiritual. We’re both Jokers, sort of, it’s funny, because I look at pictures of myself, and I go, I look, literally, like the Joker’s Daughter.
You see? I’m rarely not smiling, and why am I here? Taking beauty shots with my parents, if I am living somewhere else?? These moments, I don’t know how old I am, exactly, but what the fuck is going on? Taking beauty shots. It’s amazing, no make up required, that’s what I look like. And the more I look at myself, I go, wow, I really look like “The Joker’s daughter.” So they picked me up? Angelica dropped me off for a photo shoot? Like, I remember being at this photographer’s studio! BUT where do I LIVE? Absurd. My parents were into themselves, if you would, taking beauty shots of themselves. Did we even take shots together? I just. My mother, as she was a beauty, just the way she turned her cheek, for her portrait, a real movie star. We’re in a sex scandal????????? UM?
The world has only just begun turning, so who knows, but I’m trying to pursue the visions that I had. I could work on a performance piece. FANS — hair wild, in a photo shoot, eternally. Dr. J. Just living it, feeling it, and some photographer can’t get enough of it. Wow…
Hard to explain, when you get problems out of the way, a lot becomes possible, so it’s more so how I’m trying to make a way for myself. I’m 39, but in the art world, they might not care, like I could do a performance about aging, sure, I don’t know what to say. Dr. J was “a picture-perfect grotesque,” so that’s a whole career right there, practically. It’s stunningly glossy, high fashion, topical, I could do portraits of women who have gotten lots of work done on their faces, not to call them grotesque, even, because um, Pamela Anderson could be photographed, she looks radiant, it’s more about beauty…you see what I mean? I have nothing but ideas. They’re specific though. I could do portraits, sure, of people, I could work on performances. I don’t need to just be in the acting world, you know. Barbara Harris is looking at paintings…at the MoMA… I mean, Pamela Anderson sort of looks otherworldly, she could play Dr. J, in a way, too, actually. And I love her, I love her, what she’s doing.
So there’s always a way, right? That’s my current thought process, so I saw potential in this arena, too, and it’s just like comedy, do you have what it takes to respond to the ideas that begin to come to mind when you think: I don’t know the way, but I know there is one, there always is. Performance art? Ohhhh, sure. Dave Chappelle could, maybe, stop by. Watching Dr. J behave around “high art,” sure. Pamela Anderson can change, I don’t know, as she seemed to go through a metamorphosis but I don’t know who she actually was, is, so I don’t have that filter, like just because she was on Baywatch, doesn’t mean that reflects who she is, I just can’t think that way. But I am thinking about her, how funny, because she’s so bright, actually, so adorable, even, it’s true. I totally understand why Neeson is in love with her, totally. He thought that was over in his life, as I tend to keep tabs on Liam Neeson, of course I do, lol. Not really. But there he is, he thought, nah, I’m past that, and maybe not. I don’t know if they’re really dating, but they’re making a stir, on social media, as I can’t even avoid celebrity news now, that life — keeps going, you’re still around, when you’re past fifty, she’s almost sixty. Good for you. I’m just saying good for you, yeah… she’s in a play? Where? What did she play? I would have gone myself.
It’s not that the art world can’t get cheeky, but I could push boundaries there, because it can. It’s just the idea of Dr. J getting on top of the bar at a museum, woooooo… and putting on a performance for you, the art world, letting it all go to a tender Blossom Dearie song. I thought could be really funny, moving, deep. I saw all sorts of possibilities. So there’s one. I gotta check out Performa, gotta think, WHO these artists are, how they get commissioned, what I need to do, and Blossom Dearie might be the right soundtrack, actually, to Dr. J. Where you go, “ohhhh, okay, wasn’t expecting that…” maybe she’ll give birth to ribbons… flowers… O’Keeffe, there’s healing in it, as she was so harsh, you see. It’s not so much that I’m against feeling for her, as she clearly had terrible problems, I just don’t know what to do with her, as she was sort of a monster, even if, today, we’re geared to sympathize with people, but that got a little gross in my direction, and that sympathy doesn’t apply to everyone. But she was pathos, you see, she was in this realm.
I basically have different approaches with her, where, in one world — she’s a Joker card I want to slice space with, like watch out, watch out what you say, if necessary I will bring out Dr. J to illuminate this situation. Let’s just remember Dr. J — the queen of taxes, saving the world, 600 million people that day, it was done. Do not say that. I’m sending her into the Vatican, even, and letting her — really rip. Okay? Wrists like flimsy hankies, taking pixxx with tourists. Thinking about the pieta, sort of choked up, even. Like I give a shit about who’s elected Pope, right now. A billion dollars worth of kids? Send in Dr. J. Let her loose in the Vatican. That would be my suggestion. And there are breathless moments, I have, just not understanding where she came from, why she treated herself like a wet rag, I mean, this Brazilian woman was disturbed. I was. But her mirrors, her person, there’s probably a place for her in the art world, and it could be extremely interesting. Even if that means buying full length mirrors, if you would, and setting them up in a semi-circle, I could even become different characters, and see where that goes…
It’s more her look — I don’t have it. I am super fair, but I have a tint, Dr. J was white, very very white.
So I might spend some time with Performa, the organization, to see how they function, how I might get in there, even, as I’m integrated, if you would, so I spent some time in the art world, and I’m trying to steer myself from a place of want and desire. There’s always a way, right? And so, this world opened up, like comedy. I’m not THERE, I’m not yet developed, I’m still crawling, to quote Tom Cruise, where he’s going to have to crawl, walk, run, he understands that process, which is annoying, but I could get there…and it might not be that hard. I mean, to conceive of a performance as Dr. J… or something. I just, in the end, might need to find someone else, my mother didn’t look like Tilda Swinton, but Joy’s otherworldly looking. Her eyes being blue, as blue as the sky is fundamentally important to her character. Her eyes were — truly otherworldly, where she’s a gaping hole, devouring, like, even, now, I saw a picture of her, and her eyes left me breathless. She’d have to be in a particular state, where you don’t know if she came from a well of tears, basically. But you start somewhere, station TV screens with blue eyes on them, who cares? Hey, Upwork, can you do this? Make a short video that just loops? I mean, is that hard? I could solve it that way. There are only solutions. Just her — getting on a real table, the servers at the MoMA even, not helping but laugh, as she really pushed that button, to Blossom Dearie, that might be touching, or something, because she was so crazy, and people could feel for me, which was not always that fun, for me. It’s a party gone wrong, for sure. Just, picturing her, suddenly appearing, just looking at a painting, calm now.
I keep needing to remind myself, like, I didn’t have all these ideas once upon a time., so there’s no way I could have gotten here earlier. It just wasn’t possible, and hopefully, that’s a good sign. I didn’t have a vision, I didn’t have the type of mind I have now, where there’s cohesive pictures coming to my head, so as I said, Hades, he was a character I thought about, I did, when I was young, and I hear with trauma, you get the whole of you back, not just the painful memories or experiences. So I feel like I was brimming over with synthesized ideas that came from the experiences I had, like in the art world. So there’s sense, basically, and maybe some really really good ideas in there. There’s something to do in Dr. J, even buffoon, ballet dancers, hard to explain… and here she comes, a break in the classical routine, ready to participate, even a monster, too, you know, making her advance… a serious one after these ballet dancers did. I just have to get into a space and spend some time exploring her, because she’s not easy, necessarily, like her eyes, especially. But she could be carrying an INSANE amount of Christmas presents, that are falling all over “the airport,” because she MUST catch that plane, that’s what she said to my aunt, one year, as to why she didn’t come with presents. All over LAX. Like the Nutcracker just randomly appeared — Hansel and Gretel, and airport security is RUNNING… everyone freaking out. It’s a Joker move. To that music too, do do do, Joy doing it to that soundtrack. Uh oh. And here comes some random brunette, “do do do,” too, because I can do it, too, the airport security RUNNING. Just please, idiots. In that realm, that’s just a bit of thinking, is that a decoy? Or something, what is Joy the Joker after, but it’s usually mayhem. But I love her as a Joker, she’d make a good one, and whenever there’s some unexpected villain, like, forget the dark, though in that case, you evidently want to see range, but she has it, she does. She is dark, obviously. It’s more the way she’s begging the priest, accosting him with her rapes in ballgowns…? Playing the organ? I’ll see where that goes.
I’ll check out Performa, I’ll see what I could do, there are always experimental performances going on somewhere, I know people who work more in this vein, too, so I’ll keep reaching out to old friends. Dr. J needs like 30 wigs, not 3, she’s changing her wigs daily, acting like she didn’t, smiling at you, unhinged, even suggestively. I have nothing but ideas there. Even the way that she got the wigs sewn into her cornrows was artful, maybe. Just hair. Like I said, I have moments where I get a little confused, but I always end up with a plan, or a reminder that I have ideas, a plan, and I can execute them. I can do this. In the end, 39 versus 17, you just start…
I have a whole life ahead of me. So that’s my fun thought today. I’m going to… call Performa and ask, even if they could use a hand? So I’ll do that. I’d be happy to be the person who figures out the way, again, the problem of — there’s no way to be an actor, there’s nothing but obstacles, regardless of what they are, that’s not true. Right? I’m performing almost every day, right? It depends, as I’m doing a lot right now, but it’s not that hard, if you’re thinking — positively. And I have interesting ideas, like I’m trying to see my experiences as being attention-grabbing, like, uhhh, okay, so you were in a sex scandal… but in the public eye, that’s just sort of topical. Please don’t look at me, right? Hand, just don’t look at me, I could just start acting, just the problems or interference I experienced because of it, like I’m not saying anything other than that. So once that settles, Dr. J get wonky and weird, getting a little drunk, even, we’ll move into another section of the performance. Anyway those are my thoughts today, and they rejuvenated me, so I gotta get into a rehearsal room and start working on all that. I keep establishing goals for myself, because I feel overwhelmed, sometimes. So, I go, find a singing gig, just do it, so I’m working on that, over time, but go and find one. Then, think of a performance, who gives a crap? Five minutes, submit to a festival, take some videos… I’m trying to think bite sized, like, comedy is its own craft, so I just need to keep going, so that takes care of itself. I’ll get to industry night, but it’s not tomorrow. I don’t want to rush. So I’m fine on that end. And now, I’m moving into the performance realm, which is going to take some time too, but I could establish a little goal of putting on a little show of Dr. J. I’ll just need to get an outfit, red wig, something, we’ll see.
So all good, I’m talking to this pianist today, so we’ll see how that goes, as we’re going to move forward, that’s great, we’ll do Blossom Dearie, and Michael Jackson, lol, somehow. We’ll see. And I need to find a monologue scenes, actually. On that note, May December with Julianne Moore and Natalie Portman was sort of amazing, really. I could play either one of them. I thought, in this agent’s class, which is basically learning how to sell yourself, I thought that movie was a good reference, I came from a story, on top of it, that could… become a film, where an actress has to play me, Dr. J, actually, so I could end up looking at my mother, and it’s strange. I ended up really liking that movie, because the relationships were so clear, like Moore ends up with a 7th grader, and they’re still together. And their relationship is so… believable and strange. Portman sleeps with him, she becomes her over the course of the film, it was an interesting psychological movie. So some of those scenes might be good for me, I’ll have to read that script, now. So I’ll keep watching, I’ll keep figuring out that world… but I might spend some time with that script. She’s gets so emotional, too, she’s so emotional. And they don’t remotely look alike, so so funny. Not at all. It’s so awkward. I loved the scene with the flowers, that was fun. And Natalie Portman’s monologue at the end was really well done, I thought, and it was such a, for lack of a better word, feminine birth, or something. It was really well cast, too, like these convos with people who knew her, it was so contrived, even.
That’s that, got some leads, and I’ll keep going.
That photo of me, it’s so Joker’s daughter, isn’t it?