Peter Vidani

o god pls

Brian and I begin our road trip out west to LA this weekend. That’s where I’m living right now. So tonight I catch a redeye to Ft Lauderdale where I’ll meet up with him @ about 6:30a.

From there we’ll sleep, socialize, say goodbyes, bake pies, dot out i’s, and roadtrip clockwise.

“The pirate’s life for me.”
The Mountain Goats - Jenny

At the end of the month I fly out of LAX to Miami, FL. Picking me up at the airport is Brian, and from there we start a begin roadtrip back west to Los Angeles.

This excites me because Brian is someone I’ve had nothing but success with. Short videos, mostly, but we happen to with creative entertainment in general. If one of us has the idea, the other is already coming up with an idea to get it done. For someone like myself, it’s important to have a motivating friend that can see your idea from start to finish on the same level of thought.

We met in high school, and we hated each other in high school.

I was type cast in a musical our first year when I received the role of Winthrop in The Music Man, the same part Brian was after. For the next two years or so our relationship was nothing more than sarcastically cutting each other down. And it worked, because we inevitably realized we’re really quite similar. That, and we’re both internet enthusiasts.

We’re also quite different. To simplify it, I create passively, Brian creates actively. Neither has an advantage of its own that can compete with the advantage of the two working together. Someone who is passively inspired tends to observe and appreciate, but may also find it difficult to believe in their own creativity. Perhaps this is because while observing, they unknowingly separate themselves from the inventive thought process. A person creating actively is more involved in the resources close at hand, seeing a figure of inspiration as a tool more than a characteristic. When the two sides meet, often times the separating line fades and is ultimately irrelevant.

I’m excited to start making things. I can’t seem to find an outlet comparable to the work I’ve done with Brian at the moment. I’m barely writing anymore. I haven’t acted in years. Oh, and the restaurant business isn’t for me. Being this inactive is making ideas fly through my head at all hours of the day. I feel like an intersection with no lights. A hand without fingers. A man with no pants. Like a MacBook visiting the airport, I need an outlet, and I think something big will happen.