There are some things in life that bring a smile to your face just thinking about them. Like ballerinas at Christmas. Despite very bad bed-head and snot running down your nose, it's Christmas morning, damn-it! Ballerinas are worth smiling about.
At Mom's request, I've been sifting through archived Morgan/Meinert family photos. If you're disgusted by our photos from years past, I ask that you politely deal with it.
Each photo has a story . . . or each springs a new story to mind.
The excitement over ballerinas. One ballerina, in particular, is the antagonist of a script I concepted two years ago. Have you read Arthur Conan Doyle's "Scandal in Bohemia?" It's one of his lesser known short stories as compared to "Hound of the Weinerhills," which is over-rated.
My concept, a modern, western adaptation was refined by my friend and fellow writer, Anna Curnes. After crediting these two individuals, Doyle and Curnes, I can now talk about Doyle's "The Woman," as my Ballerina without getting sued.
Let me add mood music to my western theme of: Hell hath no fury than a Woman Scorned.
1. Bullet Holes (Dispatch)
2. Take, Take, Take (White Stripes)
3. Blue Veins (Racanteurs)
4. Ballerina (Nat King Cole)
5. A Blossom Fell (Nat King Cole - But I'd sound better if Willie Nelson sang it)
6. Forgotten (Avril Lavigne)
7. Black Tambourine (Beck)
8. Missing (Beck)
9. The Fugitive (Dispatch)
10. Dirt Bag Baby (Wheatus)
11. Young Americans (David Bowie)
Itune them. Then, tune in next time to hear about The Scandal!
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