What the hell is this?

I Can't Stand [Meeting] You is a collection of all the ridiculous things I've written to and about drummer and composer Stewart Copeland.

I actually did meet him for about five crazy seconds in 2007, again for a few exciting moments in August 2009, and my most recent (and most thrilling!) encounter took place in October 2009, where I proved myself capable of being, yet again, a total dork in the man's presence.

I can't believe what I get up to. And neither should you.

Thursday, December 10, 2009

From the Playboy interview with Stewart Copeland

PLAYBOY: There are quite a few people who consider their personal lives and their professional lives to be one in the same in terms of how they present themselves.
COPELAND: They’re absolutely not the same. The figure in the public eye is an avatar, a figment of imagination, and not in the imagination of the creator, but in the imagination of the consumer. They impose their own fantasies upon that personage, particularly with music because there is that same strange shamanistic quality in musicians. People attach significance to the deeds of the artist but really they have no meaning. The artist is just a guy who gets up in the morning and puts his trousers on one leg at a time. But the image thing...what people see out there is in their own minds. On very slim evidence.

Stewart, you really, really, really should come see "The Trojan Women." This bit right here means that you will totally get it. Charles Duncombe wrote it for you, almost.

This Friday and Saturday at 8 p.m., Sunday at 5:30, then we close until January. Please come.


Anonymous said...

Step to it Copeland, it's in your backyard! I'm curious as to what he's doing lately. Little bits and pieces of info trickle in on his site, but nothing concrete. You seem to be a busy gal in your own right and musically inclined. I smell a collaboration.

Irene said...

YES That's what I've been saying! Listen to Dufmanno, Stewart!

Anonymous said...

I mean, if he can manage to jet off to Sting's Lute concert he can make it down the street. Unless someone has him shackled to his downstairs radiator. Then I totally understand.

Irene said...

True... but then again, this is Santa Monica we're talking about. They don't have radiators!