Songs for my funeral (list subject to edit).

Yeah. So fucking morbid. Get over it.

"Answering Machine" - Replacements
"Standing in the Rain" - Husker Du
New Day Rising (album) -Husker Du
Eat to The Beat (album) -Blondie
"House of Cards" - Radiohead
"Randy Scouse Git" - Monkees
"Gimme Dat Ding" - The Pipkins
"Naive Melody" - Talking Heads
"Take Me To the River" - Talking Heads
"Genius of Love" - Tom Tom Club
London Calling (album) - Clash
Revolver (album) - Beatles
"Cathy's Clown" - Everly Brothers
"No Expectations" - Rolling Stones
The Idiot (album) - Iggy Pop
(Who Wrote) The Book of Love" - Monotones
"Tell Me a Story" - Iggy Pop
Hunky Dory (album) -David Bowie
"She's a Rainbow" - Rolling Stones
"Betch By Golly Wow" - Stylistics
"Street Spirit (Fade Out)" - Radiohead
Pretenders (album) - Pretenders
Chronic Town (album) - R.E.M.
"Sleep Walk" - Santo & Johnny
Louder Than Bombs (album) - Smiths
Exile on Main Street (album) - Rolling Stones
"Martin Scorsese" - King Missile
"Kids on Holiday" - Animal Collective
"Everywhere That I'm Not" - Translator
Hootenanny (album) - Replacements
"In Bloom" - Nirvana
"The Only Living Boy in New York"- Simon and Garfunkel
"Do You Know What It Means To Miss New Orleans?" Louis Armstrong & Billie Holiday
"Where I End and You Begin" - Radiohead
Play "Dreaming" again.

Show all my movies.

Read "Franny & Zooey".

Show these pictures, because that's where everything ended, or started. I can't decide which.

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Antenna Diaries

Error: out of memory.

Whatever. Some kind of corrupt render file I imagine. So many render files. So many externals whirring awake.

Desaturate. Fix fix fix. Color correction is the theme of the summer. I barely know what I'm doing. I should get on those lessons.

I'm planning for it to be November 2nd. And I will stomp my feet and get my way, dammit. I want my princess premiere. I want the Q & A on that stage. I don't know what the fucking problem is.

And so we're writing the next one. It's fairly raunchy so far; I just think the dialogue needs to be sharper. We can't just rely on the sex stories.
Speaking of which, I woke up this morning to a text from Annie, a video of her dancing on stage with the Flaming Lips. She was drunk and still awake in L.A. which meant it was 6am? I was going to tell her that we were writing a fun part for her, but I didn't want to get into some sort of marathon text session.

We went for a walk the other day and found a film can on the street with some film scraps in it. I'm saving them for my next short, because I think this upcoming music video thing needs something else. They sound kind of Man or Astroman? ish, but punkier.

The film scraps are so Lynchian. Or Egglestonian. I think he might be dancing.