Current distraction/obsession

The Antenna Diaries

It's a real thing. It's really happening.

The Antenna Diaries

Waiting waiting waiting

Waiting for Federico to call. Or email, you know, email would be fine. Anything. Anything to get us out of this limbo.

Somewhere in California, in a clean clean room. It's like THX1138. I like to think that. Maybe they play classical music.

Waiting waiting waiting.  It's like that play, you know.  We sit around and wait and wait for anyone who is supposed to call or email to call or email.  Refresh refresh.

So we watch other people's movies.  So beautiful. We pretend we are not anxious, but we are.

Oh, so life imitates art imitates life. Art imitates man imitates art. 

I wrote that as Art inmates man. Ha. Fucking hysterical, yes? Art intimidates life.

Please let them be monkeys. Please let them be monkeys. Please let them be monkeys.

Waiting.

Oh wait. He has the same first name as Fellini. How ironic.

I mean, there is plan B. Which, fine. Would you let us know if we need to initiate it, Federico?

So I work on the closing credits.  He's gonna stick that mic up his ass/ "I'm gonna stick that mic up my ass!" 

Meanwhile, that hurricane churns and churns slowly up from the coast.  Waiting waiting waiting

You'd make me laugh if it wasn't prohibited.

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Sound mix has begun, art department is raring to go. All good. Website, um, soon? I think?

Shot a video for a Vanishing Islands song this weekend with this very cool camera.  It was so heavy it was making my tripod sink, which kind of freaked me out for a while. and I'm still not used to the whole live view thing. (fact: I now own white, grey and black balance cards, but am apparently incapable of using them.) This was our awesome model; she was pure joy and she makes yummy soaps.

So much to do so much to do. Linda Heck footage, stuff for Uncle Roy.

Applying for this fellowship again, since they changed the work sample requirement to documentary feature only.  Which makes sense, of course.  And this time I'll be better steeled for the rejection email, I imagine. Maybe?

Oo! High of 88F today. Cooler weather gives me hope for survival, and for long sleeves, and not praying for death all the time. So sick of sweaty. Also, I'd like a glass of red wine.

I'm obsessed with Birkin. I should try to be more stylish, but it's so hard to be when the heat index is 105F.

Antenna single! Early, because there's a benefit for Ron Hale at the end of the month, on account of medical bills and hard times at the shop. The rest of the singles hit the world in October. Mark your calendars!

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.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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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.

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So, yeah. Screening at Easley McCain for sound mix next Friday. Test screening with real audience Monday after next. Must make forms. "Does this damned thing make sense?"

Submitted to Indie Memphis. Also that.

So much work to do, really. Maybe? Is it really picture lock right now? Reading that made me a little nauseous the first time. Now, after taking a week + to export the movie and then a hard drive restoration, it doesn't seem so bad. So many other things to get freaked out about. Like November.

And maybe I'll get that job, which would be cool. I might not pray for death four or five nights a week.

I feel like I haven't gotten shit done today, but I was reminded that we worked on the script for the other movie. Oh. That one. The one with the unprintable title. Really? OH MY GOD! THEY USED A DIRTY WORD AS THE TITLE!!!!! People are so pearl-clutchery. Fuck 'em.

fuck.

Fuck.

fuck.

Fuck.

fuck.

Fuck.

I need to find this album again.

Edit: I just bought it off the ebay. There is a non-zero possibility that it is the original album that I had, on account of I sold my records to a guy in Missouri a zillion years ago and this seller is in Missouri.