Welcome back guys. To kick off my interview series, “Tell Me Something”, we’ve got my friend Derek Waters. To call Derek a ‘funny man’ would be false. Wait, I mean, to call Derek a ‘funny man’ would be an understatement…we’ve all seen his creation ‘Drunk History’ on YouTube, most likely while drunk and on YouTube. For those of you that have been living under a rock, in this case a Compaq laptop, then you can watch the brand new episode of Drunk History, starring Ryan Gosling, Jim Carrey and Eva Mendes!
THE CREATIVE PROCESS
Do you have the ability to create on a consistent basis, or do you find that most ideas come in those rare ‘flashes of genius’?
Hi Jordan. I just wanted to say that.
Luckily I always have an idea for something, but that doesn’t mean it’s a good one.
The problem is getting them done, and or in a place I’m happy with.
Not knowing if an idea is good or not is tough.
I’ve found the way of knowing if an idea is working or not, is when it won’t get out of my head. The ones that don’t work, are the ones I can’t remember. At least I hope those ideas weren’t gonna work. Damn, maybe I wish I could remember them.
Greetings from The Copacabana. Literally. It’s been an incredible tour down here over the past 10 days. Just minutes from Ipanema Beach, and my soul longs to hear something smooth, and frankly un-bossa related to send me off, finally, to dreamland. Tonight’s sleep-soundtrack comes from Long Island’s very own Twin Sister. The cool kids over at Yourstru.ly just put this up. It’s called ‘Stop’ and its off of their new album, ‘In Heaven’. Highly Suggested, obvee. Lots of cool stuff originates from Long Island… like my two friends, Kahlea Baldwin and Art Scotti. This is for them. Boa noite e sonhos cor de rosa!
Brazil is rich with an incredible musical tradition. Toddlers here have more rhythm than any given member of the U.S. Senate (except maybe Dick Durbin). But sometimes I just can’t help but crave the Flag-wrapped, Freedom-dipped sound of a ’71 Malibu-Delivered large slice of Kick-Ass-American-Aural-Pie. Pour yourself a Bud and enjoy.
I arrived to my final destination, Porto Alegre, Brasil, several hours ago, after nearly 24 hours of travel. There’s nothing like spending an entire day to make a journey. How many days have I spent not even getting out of bed until half of it is over, just to let the other half pass by seemingly unnoticed? The answer is: at least as many as I’ve spent making my way somewhere across the globe in that same amount of time.
Every emotion is pulled out of you through stimulation and exhaustion when you travel. Not to say that we don’t experience every synapse firing during an otherwise “mundane” set of 24 hours, but securing yourself in a tube and hurling across a hemisphere or allowing time to pass while sitting at a busy airport gate or staring out of the window of a van at a South American ghetto are all definite recipes for self-reflection on the “What does it all mean” notion. At least to me…I’m sure when Asian nomads spent a day on the Pacific heading east or when early American settlers spent the same amount of time going the opposite direction that they let the same question ‘brown and serve’ in their mind ovens as well.
So it’s fitting that when I arrived, after reaching out to those I love, like my girlfriend and family back home, that I would be in a mode of reflective discovery. And alone in a Hotel room. Armed with substantial-at-best Wi-Fi. It happens every tour. That’s how, ahem, Rock and Roll Go, to us sensitive types.
And just then, like a mystical gift in my inbox, my enlightened friend David Stokes sends me this…
We’ve all got them…those childhood-obsessions-of-the-fantastic from another time, long, long ago. And most of the time when we go back and revisit them, they totally scare the shit out of us. I mean, all of us early-30-somethings can remember as children being terrified of that little prick toddler, Gage, from ‘Pet Sematary’, but when we go back and look at it today it just makes us a) chuckle, at best and b) realize that Herman Munster was the same guy in ‘My Cousin Vinny’. But the REALLY terrifying WTF material, that haunts our dreams today as adults, always seem to be the things from our childhood that we adored most. This brings me to today’s first installment of a Son Of Stan segment I call “Uneasy Childhood Memory Of The Week”.
In keeping with the festive time of year, I give you scenes from 1986’s Made for NBC vehicle “Babes in Toyland”, starring an adolescent and possibly drug-addled Drew Barrymore (looking babe as ever), the ever-confused hunk Keanu Reeves (looking confused as ever), and personal favorite Hollywood Hall-of-Famer, Richard Mulligan, who no doubt shot this on the Universal backlot during breaks from his busy ‘Empty Nest’ shooting schedule. I LOVED THIS MOVIE when I was 7 years old. Pretty sure I wore out the VHS. This shit is rull scary, yall. Straight Maniacal. Try to sleep normal after watching this.
*Take special Peep of Barnaby’s (Mulligan) hinchmen. Honorable mention goes out to Barrymore’s sick sled moves…And Oh yea, Pat Morita is there to give wise Asian sage-like advice. Imagine That!
Santa came early this year! Probably due to confusion stemming from age-related senility and a poor diet. But nonetheless, he came early and brought these toys for all you boys and girls: A “stocking” (in this case, my new website that you’re currently fawning over) filled with a delicious “chocolate orange” (or trailer to my upcoming drum instructional video). So everyone wile’ out and get fresh. get real. get spirited away. Praise Santa! Praise Him!
Welcome to my little world here at thesonofstan.com !!
More than a place to find out all happenings on me and my endeavors, this blog will also be a home to lots of thoughts and ideas from the creative people around me. I’ll be posting interviews once a week with the beautfiul and interesting people in my life, as they discuss various topics like the creative process, music and the future.
Poke around and enjoy. And while you’re doing that, enjoy my website.