what day is this, anyway?
6 days to shooting. Itchy trigger fingers. Burnt out brains. Still no decent sleep.
Only had one decent night of sleep here. Right now I'm on autopilot, just trying to form a semblance of words to explain the day away. Later I'll read this and wonder how I remained conscious through it all. Started with an hour of email, and tracking down a package as I'm also concurrently having a Decemberists DVD made. I have actually hired people and delegated - very new to me.
Started getting my producer, Kyle, up to speed. Kyle went and sorted out information on permits and tried to get us some production insurance. My first real producer and I'm so grateful. It made me feel a lot better about everything.
I auditioned some actresses and ate breakfast at 4pm right when that wrapped up, and used the meal break to interview a potential p.a. This person I can automatically tell would make a better p.a. than I did when I did it professionally for Dreamworks, which is a good sign. They called us Dreamworkers. I called it indentured servitude. My crowning moment of glory was letting Jeffrey Katzenberg into our building when he locked himself out of it. Oh yeah, and the time two weeks into the job when in an elevator a coworker was making fun of Katzenberg and the doors opened to his face. I didn't get fired so it must've been subtle. I should write a book on how not to be a P.A. Step one would be not to carry delusions that someday you'll be a director and show them all...
Went from there to a meeting with the band's manager. Discussed moving the shoot up a day. Back to the laptop and more emails, and then finally sitting down with the DVD to take notes on a Decemberists documentary, which is coming together great. From there camera tests with another actor, and then an interview at the hotel bar at 10pm. Back to my room, more production emails and reviewing footage I shot today, then rewatching the DVD and compiling my notes for the edit. It's now 2:40 am, another day done, and I'm off to bed.
How fried is my brain? The only spare moment I gave myself today, had a late phone conversation that discussed spooning with otters (to wit, they replied 'this is the worst conversation i've ever had') and I tried to whisk someone away to wonderful sleep by telling them the best poop story I know. Charmed, for sure. I'm going to whisk myself away to sleep with overloaded neurons that are just spitting out white noise.
Only had one decent night of sleep here. Right now I'm on autopilot, just trying to form a semblance of words to explain the day away. Later I'll read this and wonder how I remained conscious through it all. Started with an hour of email, and tracking down a package as I'm also concurrently having a Decemberists DVD made. I have actually hired people and delegated - very new to me.
Started getting my producer, Kyle, up to speed. Kyle went and sorted out information on permits and tried to get us some production insurance. My first real producer and I'm so grateful. It made me feel a lot better about everything.
I auditioned some actresses and ate breakfast at 4pm right when that wrapped up, and used the meal break to interview a potential p.a. This person I can automatically tell would make a better p.a. than I did when I did it professionally for Dreamworks, which is a good sign. They called us Dreamworkers. I called it indentured servitude. My crowning moment of glory was letting Jeffrey Katzenberg into our building when he locked himself out of it. Oh yeah, and the time two weeks into the job when in an elevator a coworker was making fun of Katzenberg and the doors opened to his face. I didn't get fired so it must've been subtle. I should write a book on how not to be a P.A. Step one would be not to carry delusions that someday you'll be a director and show them all...
Went from there to a meeting with the band's manager. Discussed moving the shoot up a day. Back to the laptop and more emails, and then finally sitting down with the DVD to take notes on a Decemberists documentary, which is coming together great. From there camera tests with another actor, and then an interview at the hotel bar at 10pm. Back to my room, more production emails and reviewing footage I shot today, then rewatching the DVD and compiling my notes for the edit. It's now 2:40 am, another day done, and I'm off to bed.
How fried is my brain? The only spare moment I gave myself today, had a late phone conversation that discussed spooning with otters (to wit, they replied 'this is the worst conversation i've ever had') and I tried to whisk someone away to wonderful sleep by telling them the best poop story I know. Charmed, for sure. I'm going to whisk myself away to sleep with overloaded neurons that are just spitting out white noise.
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p.s. who's going to be the first to discuss me whisking myself away to sleep spitting white noise (cookies)? That's Dan Brown level word arrangement.
And here I am thinking that I miss that kind of mania that is involved in production but having read your post I have fallen back into coward mode.
Perhaps I'd rather not be involved in making videos and shorts. It's all too mad for me.
It was great to see the links to Carl and to see he's doing well, please send my greetings if he remembers who I am.
'to whisk myself away to sleep with overloaded neurons that are just spitting out white noise.'
There's your next video using CGI techniques. The neurons are band members spitting out the song!
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