Thursday, June 10, 2010

Where People Never Dance

(the new york section is my favorite.)

Thursday, May 06, 2010

For a Few Flowers More

or the last four years I’ve participated in the 48 Hour Film Project, an international filmmaking competition wherein teams compete within their city to make a short film in 48 hours, after drawing their film genre out of a hat and being given specific parameters that must be included in the final product.  This year, the team I formed, ALBATROSS!, drew a particularly tricky genre: “Musical or Western.”  We chose Western.

For a Few Flowers More: As the internet becomes our new frontier, a man from a simpler time must defend his virtual property the old-fashioned way.

In addition to the genre, we had to include a character named Wilma or Winston Weatherby (a gardner), a scale, and the line of dialog “You win some, you lose some.”

To say that I am immensely proud of my team and what we accomplished in such a short time frame would be an understatement of epic understatedness.  Whether or not this film is recognized in the competition, it represents a momentous leap forward in the quality of our shooting, editing, scoring, and storytelling.  Congratulations to all the 48Hour filmmakers—every year I’m blown away by the creativity that panic inspires.

Wednesday, May 05, 2010

May Mix

s predicted, spring has sprung and there are days I don’t feel I can breathe.  Too much to do, too much to plan… too much pollen in my lungs.  There are soundtracks for months like this.  Everybody’s is different.  Here’s an excerpt of mine.

Love Is All - Bigger Bolder
Julian Casablancas - Out of the Blue
OK Go - Needing/Getting
Wolf Parade - Bang Your Drum
Dengue Fever - Shave Your Beard
Beirut - La Llorona

Hope everybody’s breathing deeply and enjoying the onset of the sun.  I hope to return to blogging more frequently.

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Friday, March 26, 2010

Sarah’s Recital

y lovely and talented wife is performing a solo voice recital on Saturday, April 17th at 7:00pm.  It’s free, you’re invited, and it’d be awesome to see you there.

Sarah will be singing Blue Mountain Ballads by Paul Bowles (text by Tennessee Williams), Cabaret Songs by William Bolcom, and music theatre classics by Gershwin, Weill, Rodgers, and Porter.  She is accompanied by William Merrill on piano.

It’s at Longy School of Music in Harvard Square.

Please also note that Recital Room N-1 is located at 33 Garden Street Cambridge, MA (not within Longy’s Main Building at 1 Follen Street Cambridge, MA).

I don’t think you’ll hear anything like this again for a long time.  Put it on your calendar, won’t you?

Wednesday, March 24, 2010

The Tides of March

arch has been an overwhelming month.  I spent most of February obsessing over the particulars of my graduate/film school applications, which I finished back in October and then forced out of my mind.  But not for long, of course—as snow melted and winter receded, notification-deadlines began to loom, and by late February every day felt like waiting for the results of an MRI.  I remained cautiously optimistic, but only just.

Earlier this month I was offered a place in the Peter Stark Producing Program at USC.  I accepted on the spot; it was and is my first choice program, an intensive immersion in the art and business of the film industry that seems to implicitly reject the notion that “artistic” and “commercial” projects exist in different spheres.  Unfortunately I can’t talk too intelligently about the curriculum, beyond what I’ve read, which is half-fact, half-pitch.

Exhibit A (New York Times)
Exhibit B (Variety)
Exhibit C (Variety/Program Director)

I don’t begrudge any program its bragging rights—stellar reputation is what drew me there in the first place.  The little legends are awesome, too—I love the anecdote about a Starkie throwing a chair in a passion-fueled dispute.  (“There’s your Felliniesque!” I imagine him screaming.)  Still more impressive is whatever the other guy said to provoke the chair-tossing.  Apparently I have four months to hone my dodging skills.

THIS IS HOW MOVIES ARE MADE!

Anyway, back to March.  It’s about to end, you know.  And then it will be April, and then it will be May, and then, in June, Sarah and I will be enjoying our final days as Boston-Cambridge residents.  For me, it will have been just under seven years—for Sarah, closer to ten.  A friendly reminder that time flies, which is itself a friendly way of saying, life is too fucking short.  Our relocation is no trivial thing—in addition to the logistical and financial burdens, we’ll be leaving behind our community of friends, family, and artistic collaborators, just trusting that in LA we’ll find new opportunities and awesome people, and that eventually we’ll find the money to visit old friends.  Anxiety?  We have it in spades.  But we’re not complaining.  It’s exciting, it’s a priviledge, it’s a challenge, it’s the next chapter in the great adventure we promised each other when we married.

Onward, friends!  Come, collaborators!  Adventure awaits us all.