When I was in middle school and high school, I hated, hated, being assigned group projects. Inevitably, someone (or multiple someones) would drop the ball, and I’d be left frantically trying to cover for them.

I’m having that same feeling this week, as, despite there being ostensibly two other producers on this Israel documentary, all of their work seems to be eventually ending up in my lap. And though that’s somewhat detrimental to me sleep schedule, sanity, and week-focused-on-jazz ambitions, it’s probably for the best. In the same way that I’ve always preferred individual sports to team ones, there’s something oddly comforting about knowing that if it all goes to shit once we head out to shoot, there will be nobody to blame but myself.

Related addendum:

“There is no monument dedicated to the memory of a committee.”
– Lester J. Pourciau