Wednesday, October 28, 2009

New stuff...

As I've said before, I don't have much to do lately. I'm out of school until film school starts up next August, so I'm trying to keep myself busy with work(which isn't much to do), books, and writing as much as I can. I must have like 10 notebooks full of writings, journals, and ideas. Well it's hard to go back and read through all of them because it's all pretty random and disorganized. I took a trip to Staples today and bought some nice, new, notebooks. It's nice, it's like buying new soccer shoes and anticipating breaking them in.



I bought a hard-covered journal notebook, and a medium sized notebook meant for "ideas". I should talk about that one book, "All You Need To Know About The Music Business" by Donald S. Passman too. That book is supposed to be the "bible" for anyone interested in any part of the music business. I bought it because a couple of my best friends have a rock band that actually have talent. My friend Josh, would like me to have the role of band manager for them, and do what band managers do. I was at their last band practice, and he brought it up. I told them all though, that I'd like to "earn" that position and not just be given the role. It wouldn't be fair to them to even ask for that position, especially since I have no real experience. They want to play gigs by the end of November, so I should get reading and figure out exactly what my role is going to be.

Josh

Jason(sitting), Tom(Bass), and Josh

Bryan (Drums)

Like I said, these guys aren't your typical "my friend's band" that usually suck. They're actually very good, and hopefully, I can help them get somewhere. These are guys I grew up with, so there's no real motivation besides them being my best friends, and wanting to see them succeed. I guess that's good for them, I'd actually be a genuine "manager" out for their best interests. We all watch the show "Entourage" too. I guess I'd be best compared to "E" (Eric) on the show.

HALLOWEEN IDEAS:
Well, Josh gets compared to Heath Ledger all the time while we're out. Needless to say, it hogs some attention from the female persuasion for us "other" guys that are with him. He also, can do a pretty dead-on accurate impersonation of "The Joker" from "Batman - The Dark Knight". It's pretty creepy how well he does it too. Well, the masks for the Joker's clown posse in the bank robbery scene in the beginning of the movie, are ordered, and our suits are ready for wear. Josh is going to be the Joker and we're going to be his clown posse.

So imagine... all of us wearing some snazzy suits, pulling up in my black SUV, in front of some club/bar, and we all pour out in our masks with a pretty convincing Joker in tow. Awesome. No worries, pictures galore this weekend.

Sunday, October 18, 2009

Phase...


I'm on the right, and my very handsome, single friend is Travis(that good enough Travis?).

I don't know. I'm pretty sure it's just a phase. For the past 3 months, my friends and I haven't gone out to any bars consistently. And by that I mean, we've all been spending the weekends doing pretty mellow stuff, and for myself, I've been staying home a lot. Its done crazy, magical, wonders for my wallet and checking account though. We've probably gone out to a bar a total of 3 times the past 3 months. The significance of this is that since we all turned 21, my friends and I have gone out pretty much every weekend to bars or parties. That's a solid 2 year block of time. It just feels weird now staying home multiple weekends in a row. Also, back when my friend Josh was working at a trendy bar in Hollywood, and another one in the Silverlake area, we were going out about 4 nights a week consistently for about 8 months. Well, tonight we all thought back on it. Actually, it wasn't all of us. That would be our group of four. Four best friends. I've known them since I was in kindergarten. Crazy huh? Anyway, yeah, just Josh and I were sitting in the 4100 bar tonight, and we walked in at about midnight. We had all of one drink each over the course of 40 minutes, and decided to call it a night. I laugh thinking about it now. We sat there and got into the most profound conversation of how we came to this stage... About how both of our alcohol tolerances are basically at zero because after that one drink each, our heads were already heavy. With mostly blurry nostalgia, we looked back and mapped out our schedule that was -- from several months ago. This is what we came up with:

Monday - nothing.

Tuesday - "$0.25 Chicken Wing Night" at Big Wang's (Trendy Sports bar contrary to the name) in Hollywood. We ate there pretty consistently every Tuesday night and then stuck around for drinks after.

Wednesday - "Hump day" (go out to get over the mid-week hump that is Wednesday) Went out for drinks again.

Thursday - Josh bartending at Ye Rustic Inn bar in Silverlake. We used to drop in on him randomly.

Friday - Mandatory night out in Hollywood.

Saturday - Mandatory night out again.

Sunday - recovery.


That's a pretty consistent drinking schedule held for about a solid 8 months. Not a very good thing now that we look back on it. So what changed?




Well, amongst us four, jobs were lost and gained, ex-girlfriends were taken back, homes were moved, money was short, gym memberships and diets ensued, and most of all... we just got over it. I guess we're all kind of over the whole L.A. bar scene. We were new to it being 21 then 22, and now were 23 and pretty well versed in the whole experience and tiring lifestyle. Many-a-nights have we gone out trying to re-enact the bar scenes from the movie "Swingers" with Vince Vaughn and Jon Fabreau(One of my favorite movies of all time by the way). And many-a-nights have we ended up at the late night taco trucks. We've been doing the same ol' bar night thing for two years. It's not like we don't enjoy it, but I guess we've figured out how tiring and expensive it can be going out EVERY weekend, AND a couple of times during the week. I feel it too. I see myself doing the whole nightlife scene maybe once or twice every two weeks from now on. I think it'll make the times we do go out more enjoyable anyway.


(no worries. his hairstyle has updated as of late.)

I think... we're growing up...


(hahaha, quite the staged picture)


But in all seriousness -- the "growing up" part... is kinda scary.

Sunday, October 11, 2009

My Inner Monologue...

So I used to come to this cafe pretty frequently to write, study, and eat. I haven't been here for quite a while. It's a great cafe in central LA too. Quaint, with nice, mellow decor, and open until almost 2 AM. Lots of writers/creative types hang out here to work. Hence, me. You'll walk in and see the glowing screens of about 15-20 Apple laptops reflecting on blank or concentrated faces. Anyways, it inspired me to write a little of my inner monologue going through my head.



My inner monologue:

"So here I sit. I wonder if I’m a cliché. A walking cliché. Is using the phrase “A walking cliché” a cliché? If it is, I must be such a cliché for using clichés. I think I am a cliché for sure though. If I saw myself sitting here in this café trying to write a screenplay, I’d even call myself a cliché. It’s sad but I do find this, sitting with my latop, this coffee sipping, and blank staring, strangely comfortable and fitting; like a nice pair of corduroys. Yes, I'm pretty sure I am a walking cliché because I’m an aspiring screenwriter sitting in a Los Angeles café with a blank page of script on my laptop screen. I’ve been sitting here for the past forty-five minutes and all I’ve written is “FADE IN:”. That’s not much. Not much at all. This quaint little café is pretty amusing though. I’m sitting around ten other people trying to write the next big movie that will never get made because ninety-nine percent of submitted screenplays are terrible. We’re just a bunch of future failures sitting, drinking overpriced coffee, and leeching off of the free internet here. I wonder how many of us are poor and starving and are actually trying to make a living writing. "Starving artists" as they say. I hope none of us. The coffee is pretty expensive here. So I guess the eleven of us are poor, starving, future failure, walking cliché, caffeine addicts getting our daily fix. And I also guess the attraction of writing in cafés might be the watching of social interactions, and the occasional eavesdropping of conversations. The usual people watching, a free spectator sport. Maybe all of that influences us and goes into our screenplays. Maybe that’s why ninety-nine percent of our screenplays don’t get bought because we put down the usual un-genuine and bland conversations that are common in cafés! Maybe that’s why out of only nine thousand or so current Writer’s Guild members, only half are actually employed at a time! Maybe that’s why most screenwriter’s aren’t famous, or filthy rich! Maybe that’s why people don’t even know the name of the person who wrote the movie their watching! Maybe… My God, I just realized my aspiration of being a successful screenwriter is so extremely far fetched. Selling a screenplay is like winning the fucking lottery after you factor in your competition of waiters/screenwriters, gardeners/screenwriters, janitors/screenwriters, all the graduates of elite film schools around the world that move to Hollywood every year, the former stripper turned successful Oscar winning screenwriter, and etcetera! Am I having a panic attack? What does this all mean? My one dream can go unaccomplished my whole life? No! I have to think positive, practice what that book “The Secret” taught me! Think positive, think positive. I’m not panicking. It must be writer’s block. That’s it. Just some simple writer’s block. What is writer’s block anyways? It’s just a mental obstacle. Just poof it away and climb over it! Think positive! You can do it! That’s right, I’m a writer’s block ninja, baby... Well apparently the caffeine just kicked in."

Finally, I got some writing done. Writing this was pretty fun. And no worries, the despair going on at the end was a bit exaggerated and dramatic. I don't really feel all that worried about my future as a screenwriter. Oh, and I think some of you may have wondered about that "stripper turned successful Oscar winning screenwriter" part. It's true. Diablo Cody - the writer of the movie "Juno".

Sunday, October 4, 2009

Re-Introduction...

Hey inter-webnet. I feel like I should re-introduce myself and give you the low-down-skinny on what I've been up to and what I'm all about now. It really does seem like I lost track of what this blog is supposed to be about. It's gone through some evolutionary stages yes? For a while it was about my nightlife adventures, and then it just got downright depressing after my Lake Tahoe dream trip didn't work out. But no worries though, I've gotten back on track.

Introduction time:

Herro. My name's Brent. I'm 23 years old and I was born and raised here in Los Angeles, CA. I'm sure it's already apparent from my profile picture, but I'm Asian-American. Korean, to be specific. But being raised the way I was and by a single parent (my Aunt) the way she was, I grew up Americanized in every sense of the word. I can barely speak Korean, and can't read or write it. Ordering food in Korean restaurants require a lot of hand signals on my part. Some people tell me it's an unfortunate lack of culture, but I don't see the big deal. It's just natural assimilation to me. Currently, I'm out of school. I should be starting film school in one of the local Cal-States next Fall though. I'm an aspiring screenwriter. I know these days you don't need to go to film school to be a successful screenwriter, but personally, I'd like the official college degree. For myself. Also, I don't think I'm passionate enough about anything else to pursue a degree in it besides writing anyway. So during this whole gap of free time I have until next Fall, I'm sparsely working for my Aunt and her company, and trying to stay productive (and failing) in between. I never grew up with much family, so my friends are for the most part, the most important thing to me.

Well, it's getting kind of scary nowadays with the realization of how I'm 23 years old, a quarter of a century old almost... and of how I don't have much to show for it. Life is looming, and the future seems pretty scary. Everything is in the works, and the process of reach my goals have sort of started, but I have a lot of life to live, and a lot of work cut out for me in this life of mine. I say that because to be successful in a pass/fail kind of industry like Hollywood, is quite an aspiration, and hard to achieve. I'm going to keep up with this however, and chronicle how I grow as a person, my trials and tribulations, and quite possibly, the events leading to success...

Questions?


A picture taken with me getting caught off guard. A good example of how unsure I feel about my future.