A Pivotal Speech in the Idea War

Brett Gaylor's documentary 'RiP! A Remix Manifesto' is a profound declaration in our Conceptual Era's "Idea War."

http://www.hulu.com/watch/88782/rip-a-remix-manifesto

"PUSHING DAISIES"

that is, Pushing Daisies, the television series.
mm. yes, good.

http://abc.go.com/primetime/pushingdaisies/
http://www.youtube.com/user/47alias47?ob=4




ps.
oh yeah, did i mention: PUSHING DAISIES!

Is there a song about you?

Songs of a Person's Name
http://www.nanowrimo.org/eng/node/3060867

This collection seems pretty extensive.
Apparently there are at least three songs titled "Joey"

Fingers Trailer

a short film i worked on in Nashville, Tennessee, during spring break 08.

also, i met the King of Rock & Roll's studio piano.
we got lost in each other's eyes.



... --- it's all about the guitar placement. look for it. --- ...

How come musicians get to have all the fun?

French Radio

I found this new radio station on iTunes, RADIO NEO 95.2fm, in the Alternative tab.

It is French.

I can't keep up with hardly anything they say or sing.
But I really like to listen to it.

The music is phenomenal, and other big words that mean "I like it."

It's slogan is "Liberateur de talents." ...hm...


EDIT, later that day:
and this one too, LA GROSSE RADIO, Rock & Alternative French Radio | www.lagrosseradio.com

EDIT, even later: OK, so some of the music was really great, but maybe these stations are just that good only sometimes. Now I don't want to listen anymore today.

My Theme Song

This is my theme song.
I didn't choose it; it chose me.
Sometimes I hear it playing, but there is no radio around. I could be anywhere, and the right thought just pops into my head, and this song plays, and I can actually hear it... in my ears. Of course, this happens with a number of songs. It is like they're recorded in my head... but never so often as with this song.

Jason Kendall Ray

It took me an hour and a half to read this article...

____Ray of Hope____
about Jason Kendall Ray
aka Rameses, the UNC mascot,
aka youth leader,
aka front man for Nine PM Traffic,
aka etc, etc, etc...

Recently,
as we were discussing how I believe some people I am close to look to me expecting to see pride or strength or success,
a friend asked me who it is that I look up to.

While one may expect some obvious well-known professionals,
directors or artists or writers,
I had never deeply considered the individuals that inspire me to be who I am.

I have never truly kept track of the people and their stories whom,
when I hear of or read of or meet or get to know them,
I am affected, moved, shaped, changed.

I think this record begins today
with Jason Kendall Ray.

"green"

the power of suggestion


you see green because
you are led to believe that you are seeing green because
the green that you think you see
is the green that you see
is green because
it is

This short intends to play with the mind's perception of what one is told and led to believe that one sees. Through the power of suggestion, what one sees is green. So ask yourself: Do you see green? Do you believe what you see is green?
I believe it because I shot it. I am telling you that what is shown here is green because it is, but don't take my word for it. Watch it again... more closely.

music: "De Usuahia A La Quiaca" by Gustavo Santaolalla

I Wish I Was a Musician

Am I a musician?
I can play the piano,
but I don't have one.

Now On... and on

I like these guys.
In June, while I was out in LA working on a documentary, they introduced me to some of the hip-hop scene. (I ran into Andrew Kligier at a show they host, Elevation.)
They let us crash at their place a few nights too. And introduced us to some killer breakfast.
Good people... Now On:
DJ Haircut, IX Lives, and Jackson Perry
           = Drew Cohen, Mike Demps, and Jackson Perry

If Westland had a water tower...

we could paint 'Save Joey' on it. We could spread the word that I am terminally ill. We could collect donations at school. We could advertise in the newspapers. We could start social action groups. We could foil every effort of our meddling principal to spoil our fun. We could have messenger - particularly a singing nurse - visit my home to wish me well. And we could throw a benefit concert... to save Joey.

And by we could, I mean everyone else I know could do all of these great things, while I took my best friend and a special lady out on the town on such a nice day.
I could borrow a rich man's under-appreciated 1961 Ferrari 250 GT California. I could dine at a fine restaurant posing as a local business baron . I could sing in a parade while regular citizens break out into choreographed song and dance; Danke Schoen and Twist and Shout are perfect options. I could visit a museum and consider my place in the world. I could catch a homerun at a baseball game, and be on TV. I could - and by I could, I mean we could - accomplish all of this in one "day off" from the typical mundanity of our everyday lives. Because it's just too nice too go to school today. Then when all is said and done, and I am so close to getting caught in my independent and people-loving ways of spreading joy throughout the world, fate would make everything OK, because what I(we) do will be good.
(And Rooney is an old confused man, whose outlook on life will hopefully improve.)

Hey. They could even make a movie about our adventures.
...
Wait. Ann Arbor has a water tower.

Broken Stasis

I have a sister.
My sister dates a boy.
This boy is in a band.
The band has four members.
These members are taking active steps to become recognized by an audience that could build them into a working and paid band, a mainstay, a name. And in doing so, they are earning the right to call themselves Broken Stasis.

When Our Wings Are Cut, Can We Still Fly?

Gustavo Santaolalla