September 6th, 2010
On Thursday I got a letter from a producer for Judge Mathis asking if I’d like to appear on the show. Apparently I’m being sued. On Friday I called the producer and left a message saying that––yes––I’d be happy to be on the show. I haven’t heard back, but if this is about what I think it’s about then I can almost guarantee a fantastic half-hour of television, particularly if they can get my ex to appear and testify against me. Gold mine.
On Thursday we also shot the second NICKCASEY video with members of the Mark Morris Dance Company and a young boy, and it was very hot and very bizarre. I will post some stills, as much of what we shot defies worthy description.
I don’t know how to write about the other stuff that’s going on, but this song sums up a bit of it:
The Frim Fram Sauce –– Louis Armstrong
August 24th, 2010
“I’m a great believer in spontaneity because I think planning is the most destructive thing in the world.”
~John Cassavetes
August 20th, 2010
In trying to write in here, I find myself encountering the same issue I often encounter: You read this, and while there are certainly things that I want you to know, I might not want you to know, and vice-versa. You understand. As such, I can’t dig as far down as I’m inclined to, and I find myself stuck trying to explain myself at the surface. It’s much easier to just post photographs or random internet founds, or to dance around it all with a hypothetical (or not) dialogue.
Thing is: I’m a good dancer, but I’m usually too self-aware to actually dance. Alcohol helps.
Leaky Tent shot a music video for the band NICKCASEY on Tuesday, which featured the lovely and talented Alison Pill completely destroying a bedroom (highlights included smashing a television with a bongo drum and dissecting a teddy bear with a screwdriver). I’ve plans to post some stills from the shoot, so hopefully I’ll follow through. We’re tentatively planning on shooting a second video for NICKCASEY in a couple weeks, this time with both Alison Pill and the Mark Morris Dance Company, which would (obviously) be amazing.
That last paragraph is what I would call a cavalcade of hyperlinks.
“‘There’s no way to get a pig bladder in this country––they’re all ground up for dog food.”
That last quote was from this week’s issue of The New Yorker.
August has been good to me in more ways than two.
