New Puppy Dance

I shot some toy stuff recently. I hadn’t done it in awhile. Playing with Shogun Warriors were my go to toys… Big honking pieces of 24 inch plastic that shot missles, star  rockets and hoisted battle axes. Sheeeee-it!
Shot from Wild toys (Click picture for more of their site.)

My son got a bunch of plastic but none of them are as awesome as the Mazinga and Dragun that has survived close to 40 years. He was happy to get all plastic. But yesterday I saw the moment that  makes the daddy chest thump. My boy did the “I’m so excited I’m paralyzed dance.” New puppy: Shadow.
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Now keep that monster away from my Warriors.

Typed from my phone, homie.

Rainy Saturday

It would rain on Saturday morning before I moved back to L.A. I’d get up at 5:30 am, catch “Big Blue Marble” at 6, turn off the tube then draw until my mother made breakfast or Superfriends time. Those were the first moments of transcendence that I can recall. It felt explosive and I would be disappointed if it didn’t rain the next Saturday.

The return to the Plastic Desert ruined that for awhile. Climate differences made me find another path. Making movies, flip books and the like fueled me. Then came a little more age which learning piano, then guitar, then composing, etc. became the new fuel. Surviving gang-filled Los Angeles was the next step.

In college, I interned at TriStar and an executive there had one conversation with 18 year old me. He lamented his station though he was pragmatic about the power that his ascension up the suit structure. “I wanted to be a director. If you want to be a director, you have to stay true to it and not get distracted.” He spoke of derailment. He spoke of continually checking paperwork and going on set to watch clusterfucks that he pushed through the system. Fueled by anti-authority rage, I knew that could never happen to me. He’s Jewish; I’m Black. He’s old; I’m young. He’s industry; I’m O.G. subterranean. He’s satisfied; I’m a Blues man with rambling constantly on my mind.

That conversation had convinced me to jump all the way into where I was leaning: Fuck the Hollywood structure. DIY all the way. I was brimming with nuclear energy -aka youth- and the will to chop down mountains with the edge of my hand. I did my underground shit but because of doing more group related underground shit my time was syphoned from doing my own thing. Because of the sycophantic nature of those benefitting from my endeavors, I became more disinterested in my arts. It hadn’t rained on my Saturdays in years.

I had property, a pretty girl, and when it rained my roof leaked. I hated the rain. A roof that big was going to be a sizable undertaking. “I hate the fucking rain.” By then, I still wasn’t Jewish, nor was I fully satisfied but I had been making all of my Scooby Snack money via corporate entertainment. I hated Scooby Doo but I had actually worked on that shit by that time.

So I’m industry? Yeah. Hybrid though. The technology makes all of the things I did ubiquitous. It even subverts the business aspects and floods the channels with hobbyists. In the beginning of this world wide wackiness I had realized that I had begun to favor too many to the exec from TriStar’s warnings. Seeing things in advance forming but having too much weight dug me a deep hole. That roof wasn’t going to pay for itself nor would the pretty girl.

Now it’s all gone but the Blues man remains. 2011 is almost gone. But I’ve been writing songs in still and moving pictures. I’ve been collecting mechanical pencils preparing for the rain. Hellhounds are on my trail and it’s another sunless Saturday. But I will make it rain.

hands of play

Choose playfully

Uncle Rapper

Moses – Love Addiction

I’m just getting around to posting this video. Moses is a smart young cat who was very cool. I’ve had supply of clients who have taken advantage of their personal history with me who have been royal pains. Moses was laid back but also provided copious notes when he had an opinion or questions. This is the polar opposite of the text messaging, contradictory blathering that I’ve gotten from most people who are close to me (e.g. family, “friends”).

Clients need the appropriate communication that let them know where things stand so they can feel comfortable with their decision to trust you as the professional you are. You need them to tell you what they need in the best language possible. I did a series of logos this Summer. After a billion meetings with my friend/client I presented 10 choices based on the gaggle of verbiage exchanged. The short version of this story is that the end product did not reflect anything close to the original order nor did I receive much cogent directive as to how to proceed. It was nearly flying blind. The job got done but I honestly have no interest in going through any similar scenario like that again.

I’ll take more information over less anytime when it comes to work.

So… Moses’s “Love Addiction” was slated to be a narrative music video but for the sake of simplicity we switched to performance style. Maybe I’ll use the treatment for something else, but I doubt it as it was specific to this song. We shot 1 hour total footage over two separate days from Compton to Chinatown. It was run & gun HDV and the quick and dirty vfx posted over 4 days or so. I’m possibly not including prepping the files eg. capture, pull downs, transcoding, etc. (I’m estimating. Computer hell made things nearly impossible to accurately log time). The post processed more than convinced me to upgrade to solid state and retire tape. Anyway, there it is. My son likes the song and was asking me why I was playing the song so many times. “This is how you edit a video, little monster.”