The parentals

i found this random cd tucked away in the cabinets of the office and found these old pictures. My dad is holding a camera.... and if I remember correctly he was a projectionist at a movie theater in Presidio. hmmm. Was it in my blood the entire time?

Lets call it whatever you want

I remember when rock was young. Elton John told me that.

I believe that children are our future, courtesy of Whitney Houston.

Journey said Don't stop believing. I haven't.

David Bowie gave us Major Tom. Space was never the same.

Four guys from liverpool lived in a yellow submarine.

Johnny Cash fell into a burning ring of fire.

Prince made it rain purple.

Like no joke, music saves everything.

editing

So I'm editing right now with this one friend of mine. Fucking 29 scenes. like 4 hours worth of footage. And we have only rough cutted 9 so far. damn. fuuuuuuuk

luckily we work in shifts. and switch out every time we either get too pissed to edit or a restroom break.

I think its look a little better in terms of me getting a hold of all these musicians. A friend of mine that I met from going to shows way back when hit me up asking for the Luis package. And when I say the Luis package I'm talking about driving out and shooting a ton of little music videos. seems pretty cool. Jan Fisco used to front this band called A Lover's Plea. I'm not really sure what happened but they replaced her with some dude. I always thought a female vocalist that screams was way better than any regular old screamo guy. but much like my friend Luis from Taller Than Trees, as a person grows, so does the music. So her style now is very mellow. really nice, guitar and piano stuff. Should make for some really interesting music videos.

So there might be a chance that I could work with Tom Hanks again. Nothing solid yet but something definitely in the works. My boss George has always been my best industry contact.

Thanks

I went to lunch today with my boss up in downtown Suisun. I had a avocado burger. After hanging around for a bit I noticed that I didn't have my phone on me. I thought I had left it in the classroom in the main campus but I knew I had it with me on the drive over. I seriously thought I lost it. While driving back home I noticed a small black brick stuck to my windshield. Sure enough it was my phone underneath my windshield wiper. I pulled off an a cool little action scene by rolling down my window and grabbing it while driving. Thank you kind stranger for not taking my phone. seriously. thanks.

focus

stay busy, keep moving, sleep, sleep. stop reading. stay busy, keep moving, sleep, sleep. stop reading. stay busy, keep moving, sleep, sleep. stop reading. stay busy, keep moving, sleep, sleep. stop reading. stay busy, keep moving, sleep, sleep. stop reading. stay busy, keep moving, sleep, sleep. stop reading. stay busy, keep moving, sleep, sleep. stop reading. forget? stay busy, keep moving, sleep, sleep. stop reading. stay busy, keep moving, sleep, sleep. stop reading. stay busy, keep moving, sleep, sleep. stop reading. stay busy, keep moving, sleep, sleep. stop reading.

Lather, rinse, and repeat.

I'm in full blown panic attack. fucking anxiety for some odd reason. I am so damn tired from filming today. I went down to Berkeley to continue shooting a short thats like 60 percent shot. Then I had to from Berkeley, through Walnut Creek, to Pleasant Hill.. or pretty much Concord to pick up an actor. This guy was fucking weird.. he was a cool dude. Just fucking weird. He asked where we were going and I told him that it was to this bar in Concord up on Monument Blvd. He said " is this bar next to a 7/11? cause thats a gay bar." and in my head I'm like WHAT THE FUCK HAVE I JUST LET INTO MY CAR? haha. We get there and we're waiting for the rest of the crew to arrive and he start ordering drinks. Jack and Coke I believe. We film a car bashing scene and that was cool and of course, of all things, the filmmaker's life blood, we get fed pizza. I am so over eating pizza on sets. damn.

Anyways.

Its nothing but projects from now on. The way I feel right now.. I am screwed. I never like to write about really personal things as much on this blog but every once in a while I slip up. I don't care who reads this fucking thing. I'm just really tired. And When I say tired, I mean like physically tired. Its 3:58 on my clock. Fucking 3:58. holy shit. What the hell am I doing up? What am I doing?What the hell am I doing?

I feel like I just woke up from the most perfect dream. The best 9 month long dream I've ever had. I'm wide awake. And all I wanna do is hit the snooze button. And its fucking jarring.

back to bidness I guess.

Think, McFly, Think...

So ive run out of things to say... So just hear me out. I just wrote and recorded this like less than an hour from this post. no words.. I've been trying to learn how to play the piano so this is me trying.

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I think I've run out of things to write about.