Of course, my analysis of the evening's events was not always so calm and level-headed. When I wrote to my dad, the report was somewhat more biased...
The second coming of the Tiffany Theater Showcase has come and gone. The big time manager came to see the show and told her assistant, who told me, that she "just didn't feel the vibe" from me to sign me. So, no dice there.
Now at the risk of sounding like I have sour grapes (or I guess I do NOT have sour grapes. I mean, I don't have the actual grapes, that's why they're considered sour, right?) I met this woman briefly after the showcase and she was a skinny, old, unfriendly, over-dressed cipher who had so little personality and so much contempt for the people around her that she could barely muster a polite greeting when she said hello. I did not even TRY to engage in any sort of conversation with her. Luckily I had been warned by the showcase organizer that she had the personality of my toe jam and not to attempt to break through the icy shell.
Her decision is the result of the fact that her entire career has been spoon-fed to her by people with the brains and balls to recognize opportunity and seize it, people referring big talent and big names to her while she developed a reputation for creating these careers. In truth she was merely "going along for the ride" until she found herself in the driver's seat with no actual license. That such a no-talent incompetent with so little to offer the world can make a living off of other people's God-given attributes is nauseating.
OK, so I was a little unfair. OK, a lot unfair. I don't know Joan Green. She could be a wonderful person. But she was the brunt of my anger at the business and frustration with my lack of progress and momentum. Anyway, I was pissed. Now, let it go. Take a breath and...