Adam Chester's Blog

My good friend, musician Eve Nelson and I are embarking on writing the songs for a musical for the stage based on my book, S’Mother!  Yes…Adam and Eve are Biblically taking on the S’Mother of all time…Joan!  So we started a Kickstarter project to raise the $10,000 we’ll need to allow us to continue paying for studio time, hire musicians, and secure a theater to eventually workshop what we’ve got.  We’re half way to our goal but there’s only 6 days left to fund the project.  And if it doesn’t fund, Kickstarter does not let us collect a penny of any of your donations!

To help things along, yesterday night, my mother stopped by the studio here in L.A. and actually tried lip syncing the words to the first song we wrote for the show called, “Lexapro.”  You can catch the video I made of it on the Kickstarter site, or right here!  The bumpiness at the beginning of it is due to me cracking up.  For the life of me, it was hard to hold that camera still.

Check it out!  Donate a dollar, donate five, donate anything you can.

Eve and I are also looking for a good playwright to thread the whole thing together.  Someone who’s experienced, funny, and fun!  If you know someone who fits that bill, please feel free to email me and we can discuss!  (A producer would be nice, too!)

Thank you for your time!

S’Motherly yours,

Adam (and Eve)

https://www.kickstarter.com/projects/639568345/smother-the-musical

Stopped by my mother’s apartment for Mother’s Day.

Should it surprise me that the inscription found at the entrance to Hell is scotch taped to her door?

We were all out having dinner at an English pub.

Ordered calamari.

My mother asked the waiter if there are “testicles” on those.

TENTACLES, Mom.  Tentacles.

A Pee-Wee basketball practice at a local park on a beautiful warm and sunny Sunday afternoon.  My mother decided to come along.

All good.

Until she sat on a bench right next to this guy, (approximately my age) who was already knee deep in conversation with another young lady about a new girl he was dating.  My mother, who of course, was listening in, waited about five or so minutes and proudly said she had heard enough.  Her question to him still echoing in my mind, simply queried, “Look…is she good in bed?”

Guess I won’t be going back to that park.

My mother just got herself her very own apartment in this fantastic building for independent seniors.  Even has a nice pool we could all go swimming in!

Man, you talk about a party pooper…

Her orthopedic surgeon said it was the worst knee he had ever operated on in over 26 years of practice. But thanks to his talent and diligence, it was a success. Total knee replacement!

The other day, after five difficult weeks of rehab, I took her back to my house to see the kids and hang out for a little bit.

She lit up a cigarette. Outside it was a little overcast, but otherwise a wonderfully quiet weekend morning.

There we were. The two of us. Sitting calmly as if we had always been the best of friends. During a light breeze, I thought to myself, damn. She’s changed. This is awesome. She’s relaxed. She’ll be moving around much better sooner than you know it, and you know? I could easily see us hanging out together and socializing like normal families do. Grabbing a brunch…, having a few laughs, shootin’ the shit…

My mother’s been using the same ol’ metal cane for years.  It’s that type of cane that makes her look like…some sort of twisted protégée of Captain Hook.

So for Christmas, I decided to give her a chic and sassy, elegant looking cane.  You know.  The kind of fashionable cane that might turn some heads.  Make her feel a little better about having to use the damn cane in the first place.

Guess that was a bad idea.

Ok fine.  Props where props are due.

But seriously, does she have to come to my party?

Here’s……………………………..Joanie!

10/28

Dear Adam & Dana-

Am at my desk and thought I’d drop a line re:  Halloween.

When you open the door to give out candy, please make sure it’s children at the door as they’re having robbers go out on Halloween to rob people’s houses.  I read it in paper.

Also, when you go to Miami on Thanksgiving, please don’t give Michael a ride anywhere as he goes to ‘bad’ places & don’t let him drive the car.  Just stay far away from him.  Really!!

I sent Nan the picture of you & me Adam in Boston that you gave me.

Take care of each other-

Love, Mom

Let’s see…asphyxiation?  Check.  Vandalism? Check.  Make sure you worry about things that really don’t matter? Check.

And, oh yeah…I almost forgot something…Does your wife not like when I visit?

Adam-

Watch Marcello as he puts things around his neck and he could choke himself! Also, make sure the front door is locked as anyone could come up and open the door.

And, when you pick-up Truman, make sure you get there early enough so you could get a parking spot.

Why does Maria wait till I leave before she comes home? I never get to see her! Is it personal?

Love,

Mom