Fuckin' word. It's
onnnnnnnnnnnnnnn baby. ON. Ironic that the start of
the Cleanitrons push has to have the F-Bomb as the
first word - but this is no flippant curse. I have
every reason to be pumped.
Not only did my
HUGE BLACK FOOTBALL player pan out (this
seems so racist sometimes), but it turns out that he's
the "short one" in the family. His brother is 6' 6"
and 310. HELLS YES. The absolute hugest stumbling
block to this shoot has been erased. He said both he
and his brother will come down for the shoot and we'll
see who works best. Can you believe that? Could I be
more lucky? Can you imagine what it would've been like
to have to walk up to random towering black guys to be
in this? LOL.
Man, I know what's
going to happen here. This final show is going to be
so damn funny that I won't be able to give up 4tvs.
I'll say I'm going to but I'm gonna end up doing a 4th
one. It's just such a "freeing" canvas that mixes film
and live performance so well. As a creative person
it's so insanely fulfilling that I can't imagine not
having it. God this struggle is annoying sometimes.
Anyway...
I'm agoing to try
and do the impossible and shoot this 2 weeks from this
weekend. I still haven't written all the lyrics, even
found Spence's song (though I know what it'll be
about) or done the hardest part: the audio script.
It's going to be the stretch of all stretches, but I
think I can pull it off. If I can...there's a
possibility of doing both G and Dewey in one weekend.
Man, I'm kidding myself - there's no way. I still
have to finalize the tiny clean 2 minute bits. This is
nuts.
Well, we'll see
how much I can pull off in the next couple of
weeks. It's unfortunate that determination and
motivation don't mean dick when it comes to creative
production. It comes when it damn well pleases.
Yahoo, yahoo,
yahoo - you have no idea how concerned I was
about finding the G replacement. This is more than
perfect. By the way, the Columbus premiere of T3 will
be either Thursday the 23rd, Friday the 24th, or
Saturday the 25th of September. Because it's a
"General Audience" type of show it may need to be on
the weekend instead of my normal "Thursday" gigs.
We'll just have to see. Hard to believe there was ever
a time when staying up until 8 PM was too late on a
school night. Ha. Moving on...
As I mentioned in
the last entry - my dad was in town, and damn Jess and
I had a good time with him. The only goal for
those 4 days was to relax and not worry about
anything. Which to us equals watching movies and
talking. The other great thing was I could make him
play videogames and he had no excuses. LOL. He had
nowhere to be so he haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaad to try. Heh.
Actually he ended up doing pretty well at one of the
racing games I had with a steering wheel. Oddly enough
taking on Marty Moose back in Columbus. Xbox Live
rules.
Expectedly the
trip was far too short and I can't wait to get back
home in mid-September. It sucks to have to pack years
of "hanging out" into a matter of days, but that's
part of the sacrifice of The Journey. Guess I'm just
glad I have a relationship with my dad where I
actually want to hang out with him. And the man fixed
my subwoofer hum! Yahoo! Ooh and the disdain pedal on
my piano - hot damn! I should've paid for his ticket!
Anyway,
the video
is of me trying to recreate an incredible
shot and failing. It's about a 60 foot
shot, and I was amazed that I could
shoot it normally: forward, and not
have to hurl it over my head. Not bad.
Heh, I played more basketball with my
father in 4 days then I did in the entire
year I've been here. Anyway, I made this
crazy ass shot and then proceeded to do it
right away within 3 times. So of course
I had to get my
camcorder.
Little did
I realize that I would spend the next 20 minutes,
every ounce of energy and muscle strength in my body -
and never make it again. Thankfully I can speed
up the video - ;-).
And finally -
gotta mention Sunday's episode of The Sopranos as it
did something no fictional story has ever done to me
as an adult: truly, truly bum me out. If you haven't
seen it or care to see it in the future, skip the rest
of this entry, otherwise please highlight:
So we all knew the
second Adrianna started talking to the feds at the end
of Season 3, she would be gone. It was as inevitable
as anything on the show could be. It is "organized"
crime, and there are rules. So that's what makes
Sunday night's gut-wrenching show so extraordinary. It
actually hurt. If you've watched all 63 shows leading
up to this moment, you have to have felt something you
didn't think was possible: A true pit in your stomach
for several hours afterwards and actual sadness as if
a relative died. I even felt it the following day.
Incredibly powerful. And they twisted it at the end
just enough, to get you to really feel for her; think
she may have found a way out, experience her elation
in thinking her fiancee would go along with her, then
in the end realizing it was all a lie and she was
going to be killed. Hell it even went further than
that. To get her to come with them, Tony Soprano told
her (and the audience for that matter) that her
fiancee had attempted suicide which the audience
thinks is because of his struggling with the decision
to talk to the feds or stay in the "family". Then you
realize as she does that it's just a cover to get her
to come with them to be killed. It was so amazingly
well written and acted that I struggle to find the
words to describe it. The storytelling is not only the
best television has ever seen, it is easily some of
the greatest moments I've seen on film. It is epic in
every sense and will most likely mark the end of all
mob storytelling for at least a two decades after it's
completion next season. You can't touch it. Hell no
one thought The Sopranos could touch what The
Godfather and Goodfellas accomplished and they
actually set the standard out of reach. I would
actually give my left testicle to be involved in that
show for the final season. Heh.
Alright - so I'm
pretty much shutting The Journey down for two weeks
while I haul complete ass to finish everything up for
a T3 shoot in 18 days. Wish me luck...
