If my job was a period, today would be the heaviest flow ever. Whoa, sorry, that crossed a line, but today has been relentless. One of the craziest days ever, and it’s because of a stupid deadline that shouldn’t have been put in place. This terribly bureaucratic system isn’t going to disrupt the fact that today is payday, and I have an amazing evening in front of me. Let me quickly say that I’ve updated the show listings on the sidebar of this page so get your calendars out, make some notes and prepare for a couple of months of heavy rock flow.
Did you see last night’s episode of The O.C.? It didn’t register high on the awesome factor, but it didn’t let me down. After whipping up some fajitas, I took a solo seat on the couch and settled into a bitching episode of my favorite Newport family. Speaking of the Cohen’s, last night was seriously lacking in the parent child interaction. I love hearing Sandy spill his pseudo hippy philosophies all over Ryan and Seth, but last night there was a strict division of all things kids and adults. It might be in retaliation of last weeks groundings, (what happened to them), but the writers need to find a proper balance or they may receive a nasty letter. The biggest development is the lesbian action that’s heating up. Marissa and Alex will soon be sharing their furry cups with each other. This may be the crowning moment of my young adulthood. Make sure to have your VHS tapes ready for next week. I’m glad to see someone finally understands.
Another thing occurred to me as text messages poured in throughout the show; Lindsey is getting on my nerves. She needs to stop with all the awkwardness. Granted she’s dating the surrogate son of her sister, but does she always have to be so quirky. At first these actions were written off as cute, but last night made me realize she needs a Culkin, (after our make out session). If she can’t handle her liquor, maybe she shouldn’t throw it back like Keith Richards. The incident under the pier reminded me of my high school days. My old lady friend used to come by my house with her friend Katie. We would rock an hour make out session before breaking out a bottle of Schnapps or whatever was stowed away in my dresser. My lady showed little restraint, and would often get out of control. Then I had to deal with the pain of driving her around while she ate bread and pounded water until she sobered up enough to be dropped off. One particular incident at Lower Whitmer Park came to mind. The girls got hammered so we drove down to the park to smoke cigarettes. They ran off and wouldn’t stop yelling while across the street sat a Police Station. This was right downtown. Trevor and I managed to corral them and dump them off, but it was still quite a hassle. I’m with Ryan on this one. If a girl can’t hold her shit, she shouldn’t get out of control.
Naturally, this is all a pile of bullshit. It’s spilling from the mind of a kid who once drank so much at a kegger that he passed out in his back yard with puke all over himself. This is the same kid who pissed on the doorway of his neighbor in his first apartment building. This is the same dickbrain who used to pee in closets. I know what you’re thinking and it’s true. I register on the highest end of the awesome meter.
Late last night the Loose crew assembled for another meeting. Some issues have been getting quite discouraging, but the best part about our dynamic is that we refuse to allow them to marinate. Last night we had a massive problem to map out, and even though it took over two hours to hash out we came to an agreement that satisfied everyone’s concerns.
Tonight should prove to be interesting. There are heaps of attractions on what is shaping up to be a bitter cold evening. My night will consist of some post work-work before meeting up with Ms. Nelson to accompany her to the Trail of Dead show at Rothko. Hopefully there will be some familiar faces in the crowd to help warm the frozen hearts of these native Texans. Despite my request for the record from Noah (our hand off never happened), I have yet to hear any of the new songs which I’m psyched about. Tonight will surely be a preview to what is going to blow me away come Tuesday. T.O.D. has been in town for a few days, (I don’t know why, but I saw Conrad at the Hold Steady show) so hopefully their knickers haven’t fallen off and their balls out rock will deliver.
Following the goodness at Rothko, I’m going to hustle over to the Mercury Lounge with the hopes of seeing a song or two by Eric and the rest of Say Hi To Your Mom. Then the Mobius Band will grace the stage with their glitchy pop tones and droning indie rock. It’s nice to know they’ve made the move to NYC, (well most of them). Headlining tonight’s sold out gig is Sea Ray. Unfortunately this has been billed as their final show, but here’s to hoping all good things don’t have to end. Check out my listing in this week’s Flavorpill.
As for tomorrow, don’t expect to see me out. Self-imposed seclusion is on its way. I may sneak out for some Mario Tennis and maybe a spot of Dr. Dog at the Mercury.
Stroke of Genuis, (thanks Build).
David Black is a big sweetheart. He is one of those kids you run into once a week just because you live in the same neighborhood. Unfortunately those run-ins have been few and far between. Yesterday I received an email that finally explained why. Check him out. I’ll keep you posted as to a premier date. The boy has wicked skills.
HELLO EVERYONE !!!
A lot of you have been asking when my film will be finished... So I decided to send a mass email out (a sort of news letter) to tell you all about it and give you an idea what it looks like......
It all started with just wanting to make a funny artfully done film with my close friends. I wanted to keep the experience intimate with as few people as possible, so we can work fast with friends used to working with each other. The film we made is entitled the "THE ICE CASTLE”. The film follows two close friends through one night in their lives when they attempt to break into a local ice rink. The main characters are childhood buddies existing in the typical state of arrested development common to twenty-somethings.Throughout the film they choose to talk about a wide array of quirky topics such as breathing sharks, bed wetting serial killers, moonburbs, and the threat of nearby teenage satanic cults, yet they neglect to mention their growing feelings toward their own reality and the inevitability of growing up.
In October I began with the writing process. Now I don’t claim to be a good writer, and in fact my writing skills are quite terrible (I'm a much better talker). Although, I knew the story that I wanted to make and began to write out the first draft. In terms of the dialogue the actors (Brendan Donnelly, Homer Murray) and I spent a fare amount of time videotaping improvisations. Afterwards I picked through the videos using the improvisations as a way to map out the dialogue.
In terms of funding, assume that you will be broke if you attempt to make any 45min film and shoot it on super16mm. I'm accpeting donations!!! That said… production began the first weekend of December. We shot the primary photography in three days in Poughkeepsie New York, and returned for b-roll the following weekend.
Now as the rules stated I wanted to make this film with only my close friends, and none of us are professionals. The idea was to keep the experience intimate with as few people as possible. Although we are all ambitious amateurs, and had no previous experience the shooting went tremendously well.
After the shooting I headed out to Los Angles where Hak Lonh edited the film. We are now are touching up the rough cut and getting ready for the final version.
All of you have a wonderful weekend and stay warm. Word on the street is snow is heading our way. If you organize a snowball battle, give me a ring. I may throw like a girl (according to the Massachusetts State Police), but I’m always down.
2 Comments:
JJJAY!!
That first sentence made me snarf my 3:00 coffee all over my computer!!..You rock...Do you know what time the TOD go on?
sorry about that. it just came to me. as most horrible shit often does.
my sources tell me 9pm.
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