Been reading a book I bought for a $1 about The White Stripes called, "I Fell in Love with a Band" and so far I'm digging it. I love the whole DIY aspect of the band and the music scene of Detroit at that time. There's just great stuff in there about engineering sounds, recording, analog versus digital, fashion, upholstering, thrift shops, and making do with watcha got.
Going over some of my video for the "Travel with Spirits: Ghosts of the South" documentary, I noticed some of my audio needs to be enhanced. It wasn't too bad, but I wanted to build and pump it up and layer it. Some of the dialog is fairly crisp and I actually want to try and incorporate an inner thinking kinda sound for some of the narration that I heard on an old radio drama from the 1940s. Very eerie stuff and I doubt anyone has used it like I intend to do.
The documentary is coming along great with starts and spurts and stops and peel outs, but as I piece it together like a ragged quilt, ideas just keep coming. The way I've been working on it, and it's not a way I recommend, but with all the stress going on in my life at this moment; homelessness, illness, depression… It's amazing that anything is working, however my method has been to edit a chunk of an interview or a visit with a subject of a haunting, then work it down and make it cool with all the info and compelling content that these stories are, then I just pop this lil' short film into the edit bin and then shuffle these gems around. Then something cool happened, as the end of one scene butted up against the beginning shot of a random chunk, the two unrelated images created a third idea, or shot that only appears in the mind of the viewer! The mind seems to need to make a connection between the two and it bridges these two seemingly unrelated ideas together making it a very personal experience for the viewer, much like a dark dream. Or I just shouldn't be editing on painkillers!
Still, putting this all together with the hopes of having it released before this Halloween, is looking slim, but it really doesn't matter to me. I'm enjoying the ideas generated by this documentary and its assemblage for what might possibly work in any of the feature films I make.
I'm running into so many creative people here in the South, many actors or performers I might be able to coax into acting for me. There are so many good looking guys down here! Tall, thin, tanned… Meth must be popular here! The women are beautiful! Not a day goes by I don't see a girl that I believe I could make a star! Seriously, a STAR! The South is a breeding ground for potential supermodel types.
Just last night I thought I saw a relative of a friend, it turned out it wasn't, but when she was staring at me, my mind started racing as to why she kept looking even when I was trying to avoid eye contact, so I thought maybe she thought she knew me. Believe me, I was trying not to stare as she was hanging out with a white, muscular and scary military guy, a big black guy and another thinner very feminine black male who was possibly a cosmetology student and I didn't want them beating me up for looking too long at their young female companion. So after an hour or so I leave the fine restaurant I was in and walked to my car to find a red pickup parked next to me with the girl leaning against it.
"I see you're a Mac User," she says in a sweet Southern accent, which was appropriate, I suppose.
"Oh, yeah. You?"
"Daddy's gettin' me one for Christmas he sez."
She shifts on her feet and swings away from the truck at arms length holding the edge of the truck bed, slinging her long blonde hair away from her face and continues, but with a frighteningly intense focused look, "You're not from around here are you?"
Before I can answer, the scary white guy sticks his head out the window to spit and says, "Who'd claim to be from here? Let's go!"
He opens the door and she climbs across his lap.
"See ya 'round," she yells.
I sat in my car and I don't know why I felt this way, maybe it was just caused by some kinda false memory, but I felt like I just narrowly missed an asswhooping or some other unpleasant event. They coulda been sweet kids. I dunno. Maybe it was just a strange psychic disturbance that permeated the air. I felt safer in my car.
I tried to change the subject in my head, so I filtered back to the music I was listening to the previous day. Music from back in the day, that sounded so unique and fresh and new and it's power was so strong, I can remember now how I felt when I first heard it. Back then I ran out to buy it and upon listening to the album on the floor of my bedroom, the thought was I wanted to make movies like the images this music was putting in my head.
Last night, I began singing out loud as I drove off into the dark, wet, warm, and stormy Alabama night thinking about a beautiful young 16 year old girl I was so in love with who lived less than a mile from where I was right then, over 20 years ago and as I sang perfectly to myself, I wondered if it was possible that she was thinking about me at that very minute.
I ain't got no money
I ain't like those other guys U hang around
It's kinda funny
But they always seem 2 let U down
And I get discouraged
Cuz I never see U anymore
And I need your love baby, yeah
That's all I'm living 4, yeah
I didn't wanna pressure U, baby
But all I ever wanted 2 do...
I wanna be your lover
I wanna be the only one that makes U come... runnin'!
I wanna be your lover
I wanna turn U on, turn U out
All night long, make U shout "Oh lover, yeah!"
I wanna be the only one U come 4
I wanna be your brother
I wanna be your mother and your sister, 2
There ain't no other
That can do the things that I'll do 2 U
And I get discouraged
Cuz U treat me just like a child
And they say I'm so shy, yeah
But with U, I'll just go wild, ooh
I didn't wanna pressure U, baby ... no
But all I ever wanted 2 do...
I wanna be your lover
I wanna be the only one that makes U come... runnin'!
I wanna be your lover
I wanna turn U on, turn U out
All night long, make U shout "Oh lover, yeah!"
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