When I lose my north I find myself needing to see something I have never seen before.
Even if it wasn’t my original direction, at least it’s something new.
In the past year I have fallen in love with the Marx Brothers. Their film of A Day at the Races was stuck in my DVD player. So I watched it every night before I went to sleep. And my admiration for them only grew.
They are incredible. I kept noticing how all of the comedians I admire have been influenced by them one way or another.
It’s felt as though I found where everything that has made me laugh originated from.
For example, the surgery scene in the Woody Allen film “Sleeper”, is influenced by the Doctor scene in “A Day at the Races”.
During my family’s Thanksgiving lunch, I asked my younger cousin Carly to take me to the race tracks with her.
Carly is a very gifted soul. Not only is she a remarkably intelligent individual, with extraordinary knowledge of ancient history, she is also a Horse Racing wiz.
She has been writing articles for Horse Racing magazines since she’s 8 years old.
Last Saturday was the first time I went with her.
I think this might be something I’ll be doing often from now.
I’ve fallen in love with the experience.
Seeing incredibly raw individuals who are relying on a horse to win.