Things have been happening but not here because I often forget this little page exists.
What seems like a million years ago I got a very sweet request from Julia Johnson of Julia and the Deep Sea Sirens fame to be in her film clip. We had a day of filming then I forgot all about it. Recently though I was reminded by the sudden appearance of this totally sweet clip.
The shoot was a blast to do, the end product looks great, and I got to see a shadow puppet version of myself.
All in all a pretty sweet deal.
So, carrying on from my last post. I have decided it is way too easy to make videos and put them on the internet, so I plan to abuse this until I am bored. Today’s video was created because I couldn’t be bothered to get out of bed, but I want to feel like I had achieved something this morning.
I am often of the opinion that many trailers are far superior to the movies they are made about, in fact many of the finest trailers are created about the worst movies.
This obviously creates a problem. These trailers deserve to exist. I am gladdened by the existence of these trailers. However somewhere out there are some atrocious movies that had to be created first so that these trailers could be birthed into the world.
This is inefficient. Movies are rather costly, lengthly, and effort…ly.
I HAVE FIXED THIS PROBLEM!
Instead of writing the awful movie, I just wrote the trailer. Let’s just make that instead, we’ll all enjoy it much more.
“Burr had a variegated career (he had been the publicity agent for Lola Montez, the former mistress of Ludwig I of Bavaria, and is credited with having written her autobiography. At some point he acquired the title “Reverend,” though scholars do not know how; Jay Hubbell, writing in PMLA, remarks that even his birth and death dates are uncertain. The authors of A general history of the Burr family note that their questionnaire was not returned; they did know, apparently, that he was a well-known lecturer and had published a newspaper in Hoboken, New Jersey, called the Hudson Co. Register. Yaw.”
So firstly there was this thing called the You Are Here festival. It was all sorts of fun. It had lots of interesting people doing lots of interesting things in places some people initially didn’t think were very interesting, but were later forced to admit they were wrong about.
During the You Are Here festival I performed with The Gadjo Family which was also all kinds of fun. Basically the Gadjo family are a family of drifters who roam from town to town, set up camp and maybe do some shows if you’re lucky. More likely they’ll stink up the place and try and steal your sandwich.
One day Rafe and the Well Dressed wanted to make a film clip, and the Gadjo Family wanted to spin around and dress silly in their giant tent The Bally, which is where they live sometimes. They ran into each other because they were both at the You Are Here Festival.
I first got online when I was 11, my Dad lived in America and had the internet. That was 16 years ago.
I finally got my own connection when I was 14, I was the first person I knew who had access at home. It was awesome, except for the fact that when I clicked connect I would then have to leave the room and watch TV for the next half an hour or so waiting for one of my dial up attempts to be successful. Plus most ISP’s back then had a thing where they kicked you off after 4 hours… and you didn’t bother trying to connect during after work hours, the tubes would be far to full… despite all that though, it was awesome.
Anyways the point is not to get nostalgic, the point is to vent.
The one thing I’ve learnt about technology is that, with no exceptions, it will always be fucked in some way.
There will always be something wrong, and despite all logic, somethings will just not fucking work.
I’m currently waiting for my PC to connect to the internet, I’ve rebooted it and the router several times. THEY just doesn’t WANT to play TODAY.