2 ER visits in 8 hours. an explanation.

So, considering the nature of the injury that I’m dealing with has to to do with my mouth, telling the story in detail will require me talking.

so
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yea i know it’s wicked pixelated, but the message is the important part!

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well here is the gist (jist?)

around 3 days ago My mouth started hurting a bit, I thought it was because I had brushed my teeth to hard. I didn’t think anything of it. I had to be on set for the next 2 days (post on that experience soon). And on set, I got picked..as you guessed it, the smoking guy.

The thing about Movie Sets, is that you don’t smoke real cigs. I had read about this in Mad Men, they smoke herbal cigs. I always thought that was the coolest thing ever. Let me strike that thought from the record. Let me go ahead and tell you that herbal smokeless cigs are the 2nd grossest thing I have ever put in my mouth. I would rather have T.O as a New England Patriot than have to smoke a herbal cig ever again. (Ok, I take that back, screw T.O.)

At any rate, these butts, not only tasted awful but the compounded my mouth irritation even further causing me to bleed from the front part of my mouth 3 times over the course of the 22 hours we were there over the course of 32 hours. But I sucked it up as much as possible, attributing it to smoking and long hours, standing next to creative geniuses like Aaron Sorkin and David Fincher, (oh i’m sorry i dropped those names, like a douchenozzle, let me pick em right up)

Anyhoo. The shoot ended and I was in a pretty significant amount of pain. But I went to work the next day. During the shift It got very very uncomfortable and the last thing I wanted to do was bleed while talking to someone. So i headed to the ER after work, around midnight. Today. Around Midnight. There I met the most inept, condescending Doctor I have ever met in my life. I can say this, in my old age, but this asshole was a 22 year old prick.

Basically he said that I had some irritation due to smoking and not brushing my teeth enough. Mind you I go through a tube of toothpaste every few weeks.

ALSO! he alluded that I was using needles and drugs! He asked me if I was still using recreational drugs, since it was on my medical record, and I responded, not for a few years, to which he responded “So you’re no longer using needles?” WHAT!

i thought recreational drugs meant weed, which i took part of in college. recreational drugs i thought meant FUN! not heroin. So this harvard med school jag off is looking at me like I’m trying to score some vicodin at 1 am in chinatown and decides to send me away with some mouthwash and tylenol.

Cool, i think, he’s a doctor, he says it’s not that bad.

I get home, take my mouthwash and tylenol and go to bed with a throbbing mouth.

7am: I wake up with what seems to be some phlegm in my throat. I grab a cup off my nightstand a groggily go to spit it out. It’s not phlegm. It’s coagulated blood. WTF.

I walk to to the bathroom and a begin to spew blood into the sink. Now I’m pissed for 2 reasons. One. This shit hurts…a lot. Two. fuck Dr. Ivy league and his assholedness.

I rush back to the ER for visit number 2 in 8 hours!

There I see a real doctor, she takes one look at my mouth and tells me it’s my wisdom teeth acting up, gives me percocet and prescribes penicillin. I take both and 8 hours later I am feeling 1000% better. I will set up the surgery in the next few weeks. But A. god bless the second doctor. B. I never thought I’d meet the worst doctor in the world, but I did, and I hope I never ever have to count on his judgemental ass ever again.

Off to work.

Love you all. (except for you mr. pretentious doctor man. Not everyone is a drug addict.)

Sunday No Bloody Sock This Time Sunday.

What a difference a few years makes.

2 years ago to the day, Life…or my life in Boston was unrecognizable compared to today.

2007 – The Red Sox were on their way to an unprecendented 2nd World Series Title in 4 years. I was at Fenway for the ALCS against the Cleveland Indians with Tom Knight. Twitter didn’t exist. Euphoria was rampant as we left the park that night, however chilly it was, but we were one win away from another trip to the World Series.

2009 – The Red Sox were eliminated in an embarassing sweep that culminated with an unprecedented melt-down by one of the best closers in the game. I was called out, publicly ,via Twitter,  by a member of the Boston Media. I was at Fenway for the ALDS against the LA Angels with Walker Dieckmann. Melancholy was prevalent as we walked out of Fenway, it felt much colder than it actually was.

2007 – The Patriots were 5-0, undefeated, and would go on to post the best regular season record in NFL History. Tom Brady looked inhuman and effortless as he would go on to smash many NFL single season QB records.

2009 – The Patriots are 3-2, soundly defeated, Tom Brady looks human, and his efforts aren’t paying the dividends they once did.

2007 – I started a relationship, full of confidence, exuberance, and plain and simple, love. But. everything else around me was coming apart at the seems, my health, my narrow artistic scope, my interpersonal relationships with those that were once closest to me.

2009 – The would be 2 year anniversary sees me without a girlfriend or band. But. everything else around me could not possibly be better. My health, almost 50 lbs lighter. My broadened artistic endeavors have me acting, painting, writing, designing, and a myriad of other marketing based adventures.

2007 – The house was constantly in shambles, and disrespected, not on purpose, but because everyone else, myself included, had different priorities, mainly school, sports,sex, drugs and alcohol.

2009 – The house is constantly in near perfect shape, and wholly respected, on purpose, because everyone, myself included, has similar priorites, mainly work, sports, sex, alcohol, and a great home to enjoy those in.

2007 – The Celtics would begin their record setting NBA season, I would attend one of the first games, and marvel at how much potential this team could bring.

2009 – The Celtics begin their season in 2 weeks. I will be attending one of the first games, and I am excitied at how much potential this team has.

2007 – I would be fired from yet another night job due to my sporadic, unfulfilling touring schedule that would have me playing noon rock shows in front of 8 hicks in the middle of Missouri.

2009 – I have held my night job for over a year now, and have respect from my peers which is very satisfying.

2007 – I knew what a blog was, but thought it was for nerds.

2009 – Whoops.

Back.

New Site.

steverossignol.com

Design, Flash Coding, Reel Editing, and Webmastering.

Learning After Effects

check this bad boy out.

The room is back to Summer 09 quality.

And more to come.

Well it’s been a few days.

Funny, I’ve been the least busiest these last few weeks, and at the same time i’ve felt the least amount of creative juices. Since the art went up I felt a little bit of a disconnect with everything. Thankfully that was just a temporary condition and I’m jumpstarting back as we speak.

Update!

1. Fininshing a new website within the next 48 hours, this will include my first commercial editing of what people in the “industry” call a “reel”. Those words were in quotes because for the most part only d-bags use them.

2. My Paintings have been viewed by at least 1000 people in the last 2 weeks, unfortunately, someone in the financial district stole the pricing and contact info that was next to them, so manana I need to reprint and re tag the paintings.

3. I am learning a little thing called after-effects, because any creative designer needs to be able to rock the AE. For an example of quite possibly the greatest AE guy alive, check out Michael Marantz. his reel makes you want to jump up and get stuff done.

4. Trying to close the biggest design deal of my young design life. More on that soon.

5. Still obsessed with Don Draper.

6. The Patriots are winning. Not by the same margin as they used to, but nonetheless they are winning.

7. Ray Allen led us to West Newton, on a chase to find his sneakers. Out of his 10000 twitter followers, we came in 3rd. Not bad. But not good enough. We’ll Get those kicks Mr. Allen, because We do in fact have game. And we are not in the business.

8. House has without a doubt the best lineup ever. No drama. No fatties and No lies! (Is he talking about the hit Fox series, or his humble abode?… tune in next week)

Some of my brothers.

My City.

This is home. This is what I reference when I speak of who I am. This is not edited, manipulated, corrected, fixed, cropped, color corrected, airbrushed, or touched up.

This is what I see every day. From coffee runs with friends and family, to journeys to work and other destinations.

This is the home I never had until now, yet I’ve lived here for 12 years.

You don’t know what you have till it’s gone, that’s foolish. I didn’t know what I had until I lost everything else.

This city is the only thing that has always been there. This city is Not New York, Philadelphia, Iowa, Chicago, DC or anywhere else. I’ve lost all those. But Home, still remains. More vibrant than ever.

I remember when I used to go all over the country pretending to be talented, I would miss her. So much. So much that when returning home, everytime, either on The Pike, or 93, There was a bend, a specific bend on the highway, where she would hit your eyesight. She would hit my eyes with joy, excitement, and delirium at the prospect of being back there.

Alas, everytime it was just a temporary condition between trips back out to perform, or trips to satiate past loves. I was never Home. Even in college, consistent moving from dorm to studio apartment, to someone’s couch. I was never Home.

My City. Hello.

I have spoken ,with some backlash from acquaintances, in a rather negative manner concerning other cities in the great country. And I respect the opinions that those people have expressed. I do. I wouldn’t expect to not get up in arms and defend your city. That ensures to me that you do have a pulse. And I like it.

But come spend time in My City. Some relax in the common, come explore the North End, Beacon Hill. Come see where the country was created, planned and revolution carried out.

Come see the Red Sox, and the 600th or so consecutive sell out at Fenway. Come See the Celtics and the renaissance of Basketball in the greatest Basketball City in the World. Come see the Patriots, the only example of a living Dynasty in sports.

Come walk the Fens.  Come walk the Esplanade, Stop by the Seven’s on Charles Street, where i learned how to drink, and where Lilly still knows my name, even tho I only make it there a couple of times a year now.

Come smoke with me in the public garden as we make way for ducklings, and swan boats.

Come shop with me on newbury street…well, window shopping, that is until we reach clarendon st.

I’ll show you the reflecting pool, the echo chamber, the science monitor.

On any given corner I’ll point out at least 4 different architectural movements.

Let’s have a Margarita at MJ’s, or a Tom Collins at Flash’s.

Let’s pahk the cah in Hahvahd Yahd, and have the best burgers ever at Bartley’s.

Or.

We can relax in my 130 year old victorian house. a few minutes away from Downtown.

This is My City and I am glad to be home, for the first time ever.

An Independent Body of Work.

So here it is. the day my paintings go on public view.

I snapped a shot in my dining room. enjoy.

They will be on display from 9/16 to 11/16, at Boston Common Coffee, 10 High St. Boston MA. check them out here

Hello Youth.

1982 – Costa Rica/2008 – Martha’s Vineyard

notice the wristband wizardry 25 years apart.

IFHNY

"I wanna be a part of it...NY NY"

So I came home from work last night and one of my wonderful new roommates was all flustered. “Why are you flustered?” I asked. She was flustered because she had to travel to New York. Plain and simple, she had to go there in order to fly to Costa Rica for the week. And the biggest worry she had was being in NY. Not a new third world country. NY.

Naturally Walker and I were discussing the events of the day during our late night semi-regular recap, and this subject came up.

Los – “Mel’s distraught about traveling to New York en route to Costa Rica, and I don’t blame her, NY sucks.”

Walker - “You don’t like New York?”

Los – “I fucking hate New York.”

Walker – “Why?”

and here is the bulk of the reason for the post.

Y IFHNY.

1. You smell like a combination of homeless pants, urine, rat/chinesefood, sewer malfunction and Jason Giambi’s hair (yes I know he was traded, but that hair is repulsive)

2. You sound like a mechanical automated souless machine stuck in reverse.

3. You are decaying. Your core is rotted and you have been sitting on your laurels (1920-1960) with no positive action since.

4. With the exception of the New York Giants and Peyton Jr.  You have done nothing in the realm of athletics for the last 10 years.

5. Rats.

6. Hipsters.

7. The amount of money it costs to visit…is retarded.

8. The Yankees.

9. You think you are the greatest city in the country, but fail to notice that in all the years that you have been asserting that, you have lost a grip on reality.

10. You killed Broadway.

11. You made Times Square look like a plastic surgery addict gone horribly wrong.

12. Your neighborhoods are so gentrified, and still blase and boring.

13. You are rude.

14. Pushy.

15. Your subway, while the biggest, baddest, most efficient, makes me feel like I’m either a. going to get arrested because someone is saying something about seeing something, or b. shot. (or c. both)

16. You are a soul sucker. People are raised to go there to follow their dreams, and then they are cornered in, and become just another lemming. You promise big and deliver small. Just like the2001-2009 Yankees/Mets/Jets/Knicks.

17. You also stole one of “her” from me.

18. Wall Street. That’s all, just Wall Street.

19. Bernie Madoff.

20. The Yankees.

That is the gist of what i said.

Walker agreed on a factual level, and god bless his soul, those things haven’t led him to hate NY.

Yet.

9 days.

this is it. 9 days left of any excuse to fuck around. 9 days left of the worst/best decade of my life. If  I had a strainer I would be left with about 100 awesome days from the last 3653 days.  Not the best ratio, but as the ever optimist, I’ll say there is room for improvement.

The best part of growing up is that it’s gonna happen whether you like it or not. For some it happens at a very young age, and for some, like myself, you put it off until the last moment possible.

I am ready. Go get it.

full steam ahead.

2 new clients. and a sleu of inquiries. It’s going to be the best September yet.