It seems the writing, shouting, early morning breakfasts and late night sessions have started to pay off.
Ok so still no financial backing for the first short film, but we have ways and means around that. If it means having to make it on a shoe string first then fine. We have cameras, actors, special effects, make up and somewhere to shoot. What we dont have is a cinematographer, sound engineer or any money. Time for another kunning Kidfos plan maybe....
The offer of putting one of my plays on stage is signed and sealed. I don't care if its only a local production and using budding actors. The chance of seeing my own material performed on stage so soon is fantastic. Not only that but with a little guidance from the production manager and stage director, I have managed to turn one short story into both a stage play and a possible short film. " Dog Day Delivery" may have its 15 minutes of fame. Now while I really despise the whole PR merry-go-round, even I cannot fail to recognize the importance of news coverage. So when the local news crews and reporters from the paper turn up ( And they will, its not like much else happens here) my sidekick has informed me that I WILL be on my best behavior, not say anything remotely smart ass and thank the theatre for putting on our ( Our?! I wrote the fucking thing!) play.
The race to find a new sound engineer before the end of the month or risk missing out on documenting another un-signed band as part of my ongoing piece of gonzo is not looking good.
Which is a shame as the ska band we should be shooting/following/getting wasted with are one I have been looking forward to working with since this enterprise was conceived.
Maybe we could offer more than free beers at the bar we shoot at and last dibs on any of the bands groupies then applicants may be a little more forthcoming.
Its life Jim...
Just not as we know it.
Certainly feels that way at the moment. Its just got absurdly hectic the last few weeks. Busted a nut getting the script finished so we can shoot in Feb/Mar. The whole film project is gathering steam now. Having managed to find a Sound engineer and "borrow" some HD cameras for the filming itself things are starting to come together at last. A very kind soul has also offered their time to handle the make-up for the filming as well. Lighting is being handled on an Ad Hoc kind of basis ( We'll find some when the time comes) and we should be casting people just after the New Year as well. Big budget it isn't, its all been done so far with determination, luck, alcohol and lots of good karma.
In the meantime it looks like I've secured a fantastic opportunity to get some filming done for a couple of bands. Seems they want footage of gigs they are playing, a music video putting together and possibly lots of backstage footage.
All this and a Christmas to get through as well...
Certainly feels that way at the moment. Its just got absurdly hectic the last few weeks. Busted a nut getting the script finished so we can shoot in Feb/Mar. The whole film project is gathering steam now. Having managed to find a Sound engineer and "borrow" some HD cameras for the filming itself things are starting to come together at last. A very kind soul has also offered their time to handle the make-up for the filming as well. Lighting is being handled on an Ad Hoc kind of basis ( We'll find some when the time comes) and we should be casting people just after the New Year as well. Big budget it isn't, its all been done so far with determination, luck, alcohol and lots of good karma.
In the meantime it looks like I've secured a fantastic opportunity to get some filming done for a couple of bands. Seems they want footage of gigs they are playing, a music video putting together and possibly lots of backstage footage.
All this and a Christmas to get through as well...
Next stop is homeless.
Its another fine grey damp day here up North.
And yes that 8 year old on a mountain bike who hangs about the corner dealing crack is likely as not packing a 9mm of whatever description you wish to choose. Best you follow me...
Its tricky to describe just what a place this is that I reside in.
Its supposed to be housing for overspill residents in Manchester.
I love that phase, “Overspill residents” , as if you just missed out on getting on another estate. And no not just because you are unemployed, a single parent, drug addict, ethnic minority or possibly all of the afore mentioned.
Call it any fancy name you choose. Be it overspill residency, social housing or council estate, its still a ghetto in every sense of the fucking word...
Come 9am and the baby troglodytes will have been forced out their houses off to school.
( Only to make it to the bottom of the street and catch the bus into the city centre for the day)
The rest of the family make the most of their free time by watching educational programs such as Jerry Springer and Jeremy Kyle. Who knows how they would cope if they didn’t have these programs to help them with life.
I mean the next time a GF of mine hooks up with a transexual dwarf stripper I’ll be glad I caught the show that dealt with such a topic I can tell you.
The teenage bad boys are hard at work this time of year as well, making sure they have nicked everything on the families Christmas lists. Not that you ever get broken into round here. Even they know there’s nothing worth taking in this place. I mean seriously would you choose to rob a crack house?
“Hey mom, I got you one of them little pipes you been asking for...”
The more middle class areas though are little more than well kept shopping malls.
You want the latest video games machine? No problem ask Fat Al and he’ll have you one by Thursday.
Something sparkly for the misses? Slip us a pony and its yours.
Hell its quicker and cheaper than Amazon.
As for police presence , well unless somebody's dead they know to stay the fuck away. Its brutal round here and they know that. Better to let us slowly kill each other off and just sweep up the pieces after.
After all, pepper spray means jackshit to a smacked up 8 year old with a Glock my friend.
And yes that 8 year old on a mountain bike who hangs about the corner dealing crack is likely as not packing a 9mm of whatever description you wish to choose. Best you follow me...
Its tricky to describe just what a place this is that I reside in.
Its supposed to be housing for overspill residents in Manchester.
I love that phase, “Overspill residents” , as if you just missed out on getting on another estate. And no not just because you are unemployed, a single parent, drug addict, ethnic minority or possibly all of the afore mentioned.
Call it any fancy name you choose. Be it overspill residency, social housing or council estate, its still a ghetto in every sense of the fucking word...
Come 9am and the baby troglodytes will have been forced out their houses off to school.
( Only to make it to the bottom of the street and catch the bus into the city centre for the day)
The rest of the family make the most of their free time by watching educational programs such as Jerry Springer and Jeremy Kyle. Who knows how they would cope if they didn’t have these programs to help them with life.
I mean the next time a GF of mine hooks up with a transexual dwarf stripper I’ll be glad I caught the show that dealt with such a topic I can tell you.
The teenage bad boys are hard at work this time of year as well, making sure they have nicked everything on the families Christmas lists. Not that you ever get broken into round here. Even they know there’s nothing worth taking in this place. I mean seriously would you choose to rob a crack house?
“Hey mom, I got you one of them little pipes you been asking for...”
The more middle class areas though are little more than well kept shopping malls.
You want the latest video games machine? No problem ask Fat Al and he’ll have you one by Thursday.
Something sparkly for the misses? Slip us a pony and its yours.
Hell its quicker and cheaper than Amazon.
As for police presence , well unless somebody's dead they know to stay the fuck away. Its brutal round here and they know that. Better to let us slowly kill each other off and just sweep up the pieces after.
After all, pepper spray means jackshit to a smacked up 8 year old with a Glock my friend.
Not quite what you had in mind?
Funny how mental pictures can be nothing like what the other person is trying to describe.
Take the phrase " get on like a house on fire" See I dont know about you but my mental picture involves lots of people running and screaming as well as the house becoming cinders possibly with loved ones still inside. The traumatized faces of the children when they realize Buttons just wasn't quick enough and is now in hamster heaven. And quite possibly a sex starved fire vixen in uniform who happens to have the leaky hose.......
It didn't help that I actually explained this to a charming young lady who had actually taken time to share coffee with me on a regular basis.
Yes it was just coffee, I do actually enjoy talking as much as getting freaky.
She had obviously hoped we were clicking,
We were, right up until the point when she started looking at me as if I was dribbling down the front of my shirt.
I love that look they have when they realize im nuts.........
And the ones who just burst into laughter, they're keepers they are....
Take the phrase " get on like a house on fire" See I dont know about you but my mental picture involves lots of people running and screaming as well as the house becoming cinders possibly with loved ones still inside. The traumatized faces of the children when they realize Buttons just wasn't quick enough and is now in hamster heaven. And quite possibly a sex starved fire vixen in uniform who happens to have the leaky hose.......
It didn't help that I actually explained this to a charming young lady who had actually taken time to share coffee with me on a regular basis.
Yes it was just coffee, I do actually enjoy talking as much as getting freaky.
She had obviously hoped we were clicking,
We were, right up until the point when she started looking at me as if I was dribbling down the front of my shirt.
I love that look they have when they realize im nuts.........
And the ones who just burst into laughter, they're keepers they are....
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