None of them work hard- they all get home around 3-4 pm while I am sitting there working until 8 PM every night. It's the most banal and generic shit you have ever heard.
I have been here for 2 years and I have never heard a word about the recession, jobs, politics or politicians. Girls come and go- but no one really has long term relationships. It does make me miss being young and just having camaraderie.
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My apartment windows are smack dab next to the hangout spot and now my windows are open all day as it gets warmer. And the guys all have killer surfer hair. They go on adventures, camping, and are all very nice in that hang lose surfer kind of way. They hang out all the time and are always outside my window talking, smoking, drinking. She is vile.īut these young millennials are very interesting. (I work from home and I listen to how this nasty old bitch hustles people to buy her food, give her rides- and I constantly hear her on the phone with some lawyer trying to get someone's property) I despise her. I just turned 44 and I live in a very "flop house-y" kind of beach apartment building with 28-31 year old surfers, and a NASTY old hag above me who scams people and uses her church to buy her things. Here's a YouTube clip of Liza (Liza!) introducing "Water Under the Bridge" from the proposed movie. The song is very complex, visual and fragmented.
Each scenario would then be shown, thus illuminating the creative process of how film work and how writers picture scenes in their heads. In the film the song "Dawn" would have begun with its pop songwriter playing the piano and explaining different scenarios for the song and how they could be shot.
Divorced from its film connotation, however, "Sand" is ethereal, mesmerizing, and a far cry from not good. So he had to come up with a song that wasn't good, but also wasn't bad. The song "Sand" presented Sondheim with an interesting problem: "Sand" is not supposed to be a good song. After watching the film's opening number, "Sand", which is edited in a horrible MTV style, he suggests throwing out the score and hiring a Paul Simon-type pop composer. Needing help, she calls in her former lover who is also the man who discovered her and is now a famous director. The plot revolves around a lady/star producer who is making a musical film - which is not working. Singing Out Loud, an original film musical with a score by Sondheim and a screenplay by William Goldman, was written for Rob Reiner to direct, but remains, as of now, unfilmed.