back that shit up.
Here's another story of B.A at 27.
The year was 2003 and I was in the middle of working on a DVD for 2 Skinnee J's. Although they rehearsed in the studio next to The Vic Thrill Salon, I never really saw much of them because they were on tour all the time. But when they were around, they swung by, said hi, hung out.
One day I was working on a video backdrop for Vic in iMovie when Eddie Eyeball came up behind me.
"Thats cool. You want to direct three videos for us? We'll pay you"
I would have been happy with any of those 3 sentences, but the conglomeration of all three just about made me spaz out all over them place. Never before had I been paid to direct. Never before had I been ASKED to direct, (well, not for a real, touring band with a following). Anyway it was on. Only I didn't know Final Cut Pro.
I convinced myself that I can't possibly hand them something I did in iMovie. So after our first shoot, I instantly began teaching myself FCP through working on their video. I worked my ass off. Like 20 hours a day. I'd eat a brownie around noon (My best friend had the business back then), then sporatically chug red bulls because the J's had a sponsorship. (I was super broke back then. But super happy.)
After about a week, I put in over 100 hours on this video. Then I decide to yank out my external hard drive without trashing it. For those not external drive savvy this means EVERYTHING IS GONE. Poof. 100 hours of work down the drain.
Only it never really hit me because the same weekend, three friends were dead. Two to a murder-suicide. One to cancer.
Talk about perspective kicking you in the face. Who cares about the stupid video? I can do it over, make it exist again. I can't say the same for my three friends. (Or actually two friends and one psychopath aquaintance).
And wouldn't you know, the stupid video that took me 100 hours to do the first time, took me 6 hours the second time.
Today I was at the Tekserve ER. Although my situation was dire, I was almost laughing to myself how it was like we were in a hospital. Sure enough, my name was called and the teknurse started "We did everything we could..."
Yeah it's a bummer. I lost a lot. My whole Vic Thrill VJ set, and about 1/2 of what I had done for the Knockout DRops/Wormburner show at the Bowery this Thursday. Well, I always work better with a fire under my ass.
And as I was receiving the bad news, I look to my left and notice there's a friend in the same TekServe ER downtrodden stance. Turns out he lost his band's entire new album, (an international act, mind you) and his monetary damages pretty much quadruple mine. He asked about my misfortune, then was like, "That's it? Consider yourself lucky."
I do.
The year was 2003 and I was in the middle of working on a DVD for 2 Skinnee J's. Although they rehearsed in the studio next to The Vic Thrill Salon, I never really saw much of them because they were on tour all the time. But when they were around, they swung by, said hi, hung out.
One day I was working on a video backdrop for Vic in iMovie when Eddie Eyeball came up behind me.
"Thats cool. You want to direct three videos for us? We'll pay you"
I would have been happy with any of those 3 sentences, but the conglomeration of all three just about made me spaz out all over them place. Never before had I been paid to direct. Never before had I been ASKED to direct, (well, not for a real, touring band with a following). Anyway it was on. Only I didn't know Final Cut Pro.
I convinced myself that I can't possibly hand them something I did in iMovie. So after our first shoot, I instantly began teaching myself FCP through working on their video. I worked my ass off. Like 20 hours a day. I'd eat a brownie around noon (My best friend had the business back then), then sporatically chug red bulls because the J's had a sponsorship. (I was super broke back then. But super happy.)
After about a week, I put in over 100 hours on this video. Then I decide to yank out my external hard drive without trashing it. For those not external drive savvy this means EVERYTHING IS GONE. Poof. 100 hours of work down the drain.
Only it never really hit me because the same weekend, three friends were dead. Two to a murder-suicide. One to cancer.
Talk about perspective kicking you in the face. Who cares about the stupid video? I can do it over, make it exist again. I can't say the same for my three friends. (Or actually two friends and one psychopath aquaintance).
And wouldn't you know, the stupid video that took me 100 hours to do the first time, took me 6 hours the second time.
Today I was at the Tekserve ER. Although my situation was dire, I was almost laughing to myself how it was like we were in a hospital. Sure enough, my name was called and the teknurse started "We did everything we could..."
Yeah it's a bummer. I lost a lot. My whole Vic Thrill VJ set, and about 1/2 of what I had done for the Knockout DRops/Wormburner show at the Bowery this Thursday. Well, I always work better with a fire under my ass.
And as I was receiving the bad news, I look to my left and notice there's a friend in the same TekServe ER downtrodden stance. Turns out he lost his band's entire new album, (an international act, mind you) and his monetary damages pretty much quadruple mine. He asked about my misfortune, then was like, "That's it? Consider yourself lucky."
I do.
posted by BAM! at
12/14/2007 07:24:00 PM
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