Sunday, December 20, 2009
The Dead Sea
The Dead Sea
When I was little I asked too many questions.
I asked my mom to teach me how to swim.
I asked her why rocks don’t float.
I asked her where babies come from and why I had freckles and what grade you’re in when they teach you to spell curse words.
I asked her if the soul of the Dead Sea is in heaven or in hell.
She never answered in order.
‘Some things just don’t float, and some things don’t have a soul.’
So I paddled furiously through these questions,
Like a moth with wet wings,
Like a disposable razor dancing in the drain.
But I sank, like a knife in a sink, with no hopes to float.
Some nights I lay in bed and pray for the soul of the Dead Sea.
I put a word in for Kilimanjaro’s bi-polar kin,
I want salvation for that mineral laden maiden,
who lays like a body of water, but is just an island of loose mortar,
waiting for the silt deposits to coagulate together.
But it’s just like the perjury of drunk kids and Catholics,
we can’t purge loved ones from purgatory.
It must be lonely to be the sodium chloride sea of peace.
Just stagnant saline solution waiting to evaporate or for someone to take a dip.
Nothing can live in her,
tourism killed her,
like a broken life preserver.
Kamikaze fish sometimes swim from their freshwater homes to explore what lies beneath what they know. Pioneers destroyed for their pursuit of holiday, drink the lullaby, and die instantly from her siren salt. She coats them in brackish mother of pearl and casts them to the shore.
I found out how to spell curse words from abandoned billboards.
I learned how to swim from drowning.
I still wonder who the Dead Sea really is, if she ever felt love.
Was she Lot’s liquid wife waiting to meet her faithful partner in the afterlife?
Have not-so-buoyant boys taken stabs at sex,
realizing they were necrophiliacs?
Nothing can penetrate her.
Anything with life must stay above the surf.
But I will save the soul of the Dead Sea.
Even if she is Medusa with freshwater deltas that martyrs the lives of the unsalted.
Even if I can never penetrate her briny coverings,
And I have to lay there hovering above the surface.
I will float there, belly up, in pious levitation, praying that ascension is possible.
Saturday, December 12, 2009
Introducing John Raines, Cinematographer
John and I are so in love with working together that we are severally bummed, like buuuummed when we don’t have projects together. He is sorta the wiz kid around town/triple threat/going to be an insanely big deal in the future. Editor, Cinematographer, Cameraman; See for yourself, here’s his cinematography reel:
And an EPK for Shakespeare & Friends:
And working with our friend Luke Scott for his side project Richard Smash:
Friday, November 20, 2009
Nikki & Rich
Vern, our little orphan intern with two first names (Matthew Ryan) and I went up to the Viper Room to capture the label showcase of newly signed to Warner artists, Nikki & Rich. I like to describe them as Amy Winehouse for Republicans, but I’m a pop whore and instantly fell in love. It was a good night and sort of crowded, but we got through it ok. That led to a ton of work for Vern including the video below, in which I wrote this amazing elaborate treatment for up until 5 in the morning one night, sent it to Vern and he said it’s perfect. I got so excited to do a big budget mini-documentary, EPK, montage and I was just waiting for the Executive Producer to green light it. She almost immediately called Vern after the email and said “Vern I don’t know how to say this, It’s completely wrong, this is the exact opposite of what we want to do.”
So I scooped up my wounded little heart and didn’t even end up working with Nikki & Rich again, but I had one fun night and got turned onto their music so all in all it was a great experience. Here's what they ended up with:
Saturday, November 7, 2009
Delta Spirit
I also met Matthew Logan Vasquez for the first time that weekend and well, life since has never been the same, but that’s entirely different blog. People C’mon.
Saturday, October 31, 2009
THE FRENCH SECRET
Ex-soldiers on pier of arches.
Blindfolded with white flags,
Angelic garcons waiting around just to surrender.
And at the first sign of danger, they throw themselves into frigid water.
Passersby walk down this promenade that jetties into the bay,
Ignoring underarms and French breadth, these strangers pick the patriots they find lovely,
Leave a dance card with the executioner, and lead their new love to the mainland.
As she takes off that wilted halo, his face comes close to hers,
and she whispers in his ear,
‘Will you cohabitate with me?’
and oh god is it romantic.
Friday, October 30, 2009
THE DEAD WEATHER
They asked Vern to film some behind the scenes stuff. Obviously they immediately fell in love with him. What came out of that was a don't know what don't know why film it all situation where 2 great teasers were born. John Raines my friend, my person I will not walk on set or doing anything filmic without, edited the (almost) silent one, enjoy:
That all leads to them asking Vern, myself and a crew of 6 others to film 3 days 4 shows (3 concerts and one hellishly hot tediously crazy insane instore) which we have no released footage of at this time, as it's all enveloping into a 22 min UK special that sadly will never been seen here, but let me assure you it's bitchin' and what Alison can do with her legs/hips/body could command an army off a cliff. Here's a few terrible pictures of the balcony/marquee over the Regency Theater where the pop-up in store was, where I basically babysat equipment drank diet coke and smoked cigarettes from (i.e. heaven)
Meanwhile we're having conversations with another band for their break out music video in the UK and after writing treatment after treatment trying to fit their style and budget, it's just not a fit for either party. They go with someone else. They go to the UK to tour, to support their album and video. They get flagged by MTV UK for a failed epilepsy test that is done over there. I'm not saying we would have circumnavigated that issue, but it put our ears up to the situation. Cut Like A Buffalo was to show in the UK and sure enough, all the flashes, it didn't pass the test. Vern, the monster, the genius, instead of dulling the video, says, ok, you want simplicity, you got it, one shot, done:
Thursday, October 29, 2009
SAMUEL LIPPKE
Tuesday, October 27, 2009
4 THE LOVE OF PRETTY
COCOON
And then as quickly as you entered, you float away, untouching me one moment at a time, walking backwards into the water, for it is from where you came. Turn that lake to ice, the water is so black, and you enter it and the ripples crystallize, you have left your mark inside of me, tattooed between my heart and my vulnerability. Please let me feel this again.
Monday, October 26, 2009
COLD WAR KIDS
Wednesday, October 14, 2009
PREMIERE
Sunday, September 27, 2009
WORDS
i am convinced you are mother nature. 1/70
the sky is a girl holding onto her virginity.
i want her to spill out her eyes in a diary confessional.
if i listened to ryan adams everytime it rained,
i would unexist.
i want to marry a mother named nature
and nurture her so that global warming won't come,
so there will be no cold, no hot, just nothing, like how i feel.
always. i have wasted my life.
Stop fucking women and love me. 17/70
I want to dehydrate myself
so badly so when if you ask if I have been dry
I can say sahara, but the subtext is soaked in vodka.
When I said I wanted to be accountability partners I meant I want to account for every sexual thing you have done or said and want the ability to fantasize about them forever, I think you meant we would pray and shit.
what is the last temptation of price?
A bunch of years ago I wrote a self-deprecating semi-autobiographical novel about all the bad things people did to me, without really admitting I did anything rotten. You'll never see it, but someone asked me the title of it recently, and after telling them, it rattled around my brain for a bit as something I'd like to write about in addition to the aforementioned in this (long overdue) blog. Try not to laugh at the title:
AND CHRISTIANS THAT ARE ARROGANT
AND HURTING THE PEOPLE YOU LOVE THE MOST
(BECAUSE YOU THINK IT'S WHATS BEST FOR THEM)
Well, first posts aren't unlike other firsts, like love making and drunk evenings, generally a mistake you wish you could forget, and can only be pushed out of your mind by better posts/experiences, so I'll be brief. This blog will be all the shit in the kitchen junk drawer you don’t know quite what to do with, but always seem to open it when you need some sort of something.
Did all of that sound arrogant? Be patient, I'm just getting my blog legs. blegs.