  I forgot to mention that there are things I am doing in this cruel summer to try to keep myself sane and as close to happy as possible. I had had the idea recently that there’s a new hobby I want to start: collecting original edition vinyl records from the 1970s. So in the midst of my confusion and sadness on Saturday, I went to Top Drawer Thrift Store to look through their records. Motherfuckers, I found some good shit: &nbsp; 1. Parallel Lines by Blondie. Fuck yes!
I love this album. I love Blondie. Their lyrics are so fucking clever and the attitude is fierce. Who else can come up with lines like: ‘Beat it creep! Dematerialize.’ &nbsp; 2. Come On Over by Olivia Newton-John.
&nbsp; 3. That’s the Way of the World by Earth, Wind and Fire. &nbsp; 4. American Gigolo by Various Artists. &nbsp; 5. Break Out by the Pointer Sisters.
&nbsp; 6. Into the Gap by the Thompson Twins. &nbsp; There were one or two other albums I bought, but I can’t remember which they were right now. Some of these are not from the 1970s, I realize. I think my parameters are going to be from 1974-1984. I really want a lot of disco stuff: The Emotions, Cheryl Lynn, Chic, Donna Summer.
Also some eighties dance stuff like Debbie Deb and Yaz and Shannon. &nbsp; Another thing I’m trying to do is work on my play some more. I just wish I had a title I liked. The top of page one is back to saying ‘Untitled Disco Theater Project.’ I’ve been through a lot of ideas. Most recently, I had been calling it ‘In the City of Whores.’ Then there was the period when I wanted to have the phrase ‘twelve-inch’ in the title, because that’s the kind of record that was invented by a disco deejay to better suit club play. So I was tossing around ideas like ‘Twelve-Inch Heaven’ or ‘My Baby Has Twelve Inches’ or ‘Death by Twelve Inches.’ You, know, stuff like that.
Then there was ‘Take All the Fruit from the Tree.’ And there was ‘Hot Pink Disco Trash.’ And ‘The Pound in the Chest.’ A bunch of stuff, none of which works for me right now. &nbsp; So I read Daniel’s screenplay yesterday. I liked it quite a lot. It’s very John Waters in that the characters have dementias and flaws that are very much like his characters’. Reading his screenplay, I could definitely hear Mink Stole’s voice screaming his lines. I also liked some of his ideas – there are ‘free gay prostitutes’ in the work and these two ugly girls who have never had sex because they’re so ugly.
They end up getting a makeover, and when they become pretty they realize that they’re actually lesbians. They just didn’t know they were attracted to each other because they had been so ugly. Anyway, I have to go. ‘Ray of Light’ just came on my Launchcast, so I’m going to do the spaz dance she does in the video.&nbsp;&nbsp; 
