These Days pt. 1

Sometime around the last week of February I received an email that simply read, “Congratulations, you’re one of the finalists in the ‘This Video Sucks’ promotion.” Bells weren’t being triggered. I did remember submitting a link to something at the end of last year but after I’d done it, I hadn’t given it another thought. Googling my way to the submission page and actually reading the rules of what I’d entered didn’t provide much illumination. The wording, somewhat vague and open to interpretation, merely promised round-trip airfare to NYC, a night in a midtown hotel, and the opportunity to direct a Foo Fighters video. Nonplussed, I waited for additional information.

While waiting, I paid a visit to the idea bank: the stockpile of outlines, treatments, half-completed scripts and storyboards that most indie filmmakers usually cultivate. Years ago, I had sketched out an outline for a short film which would depict a day in the life of an urban office worker. At some point, the concept of the narrative taking on a kind of fairytale quality began to creep in and doing it all in an animated, German Expressionist woodcut aesthetic seemed appropriate. It just did, don’t ask why. I commenced rotoscoping experiments of shooting low-key footage, importing the footage into Photoshop, converting it to black and white, and refining each frame one at a time until the grays were eliminated and the edges took on a sharp, chiseled angularity. It was a tedious process, but if tedium wasn’t my thing, I probably should have stayed away from animation completely.

While the results from the first test were encouraging, the correspondence I was receiving from the label was intermittent and strangely devoid of details. No deadline had been set, I still had no idea what track I was to be assigned, and I assumed (correctly) that none of the other finalists had been provided this information either. Realizing that they were set to tour at the end of May, I immediately dispelled any notions that I’d have access to the band at all, and started the process of firing off frantic emails in search of a cast and crew. Yes, I was committing to a concept for a music video before ever having heard the song. I’d be lying if I said this is the dumbest thing I’ve ever done. But it was very close.

Michael Lovecraft, a friend of my wife’s who’d recently returned to the Austin area from Alaska, volunteered to take on any tasks that I wanted to throw his way so I slapped a proverbial Producer nametag on his proverbial lapel and started throwing. With the guidance of Kat Candler, it was shockingly easy to get together a crew of David Blue Garcia, Chad Leathers, Lucas Amann, Evelyn Leal and Ashlyn Fielder. Finding a lead actress was less easy. I had stumbled upon the blog of Jennymarie Jemison while doing some pre-casting/internet rummaging for a screenplay that’s still in development and immediately made a mental bookmark. She was funny, talented and had the ideal look for a character who eventually became named Helga (because I was tired of typing “our heroine”). Unfortunately, once I contacted her, I discovered that she was also totally immersed in SXSW, something that I’d long abandoned all hope of. We agreed to meet after things had died down and I scrambled to come up with plans B through D.

In the meantime, I finally received the song: track 6, “These Days”. It was almost uncomfortably serendipitous how well the song fit the video. That’s right, you read that correctly… the song fit the video. It jacked up all the little, mundane, day-to-day frustrations to existential levels and a character who was initially just a darkly lecherous supervisor became a full-on, malevolent, Nosferatu-esque villain—a manifestation of not merely a bad day but evil incarnate. So Mike located our villain, John Cowher, and I, with the immense help of illustrator John Bergdahl, started assembling weird, angular background plates full of subtle nods to the Brothers Grimm.

While the steps in the formula had been refined, the song and the concept had a nice cohesion, and Jennymarie was on board and, refreshingly, up for anything (and provided a superb hair-and-makeup recommendation, Jenny Lin), doubts still existed. I was told the idea was too high-concept, the conceit of casting a beautiful actress and shooting hi-def only to put the works through a process to make it look like this was counter-intuitive, the timeframe was far too tight for a finished animated product, et cetera. Problem was, the person who was telling me these things was the voice in my head, and we’ve always had a contentious relationship. I would never have even attempted half of what I’ve accomplished if I listened to that asshole. So fuck that guy. Concerns about pretentious art history references, shooting pretty things only to ugly them up in post, and a deadline of barely two and half weeks were crammed back into a spare brainhole, and we got to work.

I’ll finish the story once I know when/where all these music videos are going to appear online.

Foo News

So I took part in this Foo Fighters music video competition and, surprisingly (to me, I guess), sustained a minor amount of why-would-you-want-to-direct-a-Foo-Fighters-video flack. As I’ve never been shy about expressing my opinions on the inherent personal corruption associated with “selling out”, I suppose I can understand this. But, to be perfectly honest, I can’t comprehend why I wouldn’t want to direct a Foo Fighters video. I dare you to find me a more perfect pop song than “Everlong”. Go ahead, it can’t be done. Because it’s perfect. And a band that has worked with Michel Gondry, Liam Lynch, Jesse Peretz and Gerald Casale? Fine, I’ll join that club. Until I helm the latest from the recently-reunited “Worst Band In The World”, I think you can cut me a little slack.

Info I probably shouldn’t leave out: the video is for the song “These Days”. It’s a solid track on an album—Wasting Light—that I’ll go ahead and say is among their best. Dave Grohl recorded it analogue-style in his Encino garage, with guests Bob Mould and Krist Novocelic… and Pat Smear, who is back with the band full time… and it was produced by Butch Vig. Jesus, I’d be excited about this even if I hadn’t directed a video.

F for Family Friendly

Having only witnessed the unholy spectacle that was Kevin Michael “GG” Allin through former underground ringleader/current fratpack auteur Todd Phillips’ brilliant documentary Hated, I experienced a distilled, somewhat removed glimpse into this shit-and-blood-smeared phenomenon. Well, now we can all take one more safe step back. Listener-supported radio station WFMU is kicking off their annual pledge drive this week and Tom Scharpling, host of The Best Show on WFMU, has put together a premium that puts tote bags and Ken Burns DVDs to shame… a vinyl 7″ entitled Rated GG. The record features indie artists Ted Leo, Fucked Up, Ty Segall, The Mountain Goats and Ben Gibbard performing cleaned-up versions of GG Allin “classics”, and it comes with a digital download, as well as other extras. Make an Insta-Pledge here.

Noisy Desperation

Cutting sound. As long as I’ve been doing this, it seems as though audio still sneaks up on me. It’s not like I don’t like sound, I love sound. I’m listening to sound right now. I think sometimes I tend to get over-preoccupied with the visuals of my projects and I’m guilty of putting the sound design off until the last minute. I know this is wrong; audio should never be an afterthought. Fortunately, Soundtrack Pro has a significantly more forgiving learning curve than did ProTools. In the meantime, here’s another one of those poster-things…



Nub by The Jesus Lizard

http://www.ilike.com/artist/The+Jesus+Lizard/track/Nub

This is a showcase for the rhythm section; drummer Mac McNeilly and bassist David Wm. Sims, create a thick, foreboding groove for Duane Denison to lay down his seething guitar slides… and the vocals of David Yow, which have always resembled the rantings of that sketchy, homeless guy with whom you inevitably share the last subway car. As a widescreen, Morricone-on-PCP riff, this is obviously a chase movie, probably across the barren scrubland of West Texas, but also a revenge fantasy. A nasty piece of business, as the Brits are fond of saying.

If This Song Were a Movie

As someone who finds themselves continuously inspired as much, if not more, by music than film, I find myself always playing these mental games. An honest attempt has been made to avoid the ridiculously easy songs which already contain a narrative—like every song The Hold Steady record—and rely as much on melody, tempo and dynamics as lyrics. The title of the post says it all…

Planet of Sound by The Pixies

This is an obvious one, as the lyrics sketch out the story of an extraterrestrial’s search for the origin of rock ‘n roll. At least, I think that’s the story. Like most of Tromp Le Monde, the Pixies fourth and final album, there’s an atmospheric, spacy sheen to everything, further illustrating the distance from their Albini-shaped past. The film would have been an Italian science fiction B-movie from the sixties, one replete with miniature alien landscapes, hallucinatory set design and badly dubbed dialogue.

I Send My Love To You by Palace Brothers

It seems kind of odd now, what with Will Oldham becoming more comfortable as a celebrity, whether goofing with Zach Galifinakis in their Kanye West video, making a cameo in Trapped in the Closet, or acting in films like Old Joy and The Guatemalan Handshake, but back in days of Days in the Wake, he was still working his Jandek angle. I Send My Love To You is a beautiful, sparse country ballad with the bone-dry grit of a dustbowl serenade. It’s filmic equivalent is one of those lonely, rural dramas (usually directed by Europeans) that somehow manage to get Sam Shepard involved, whether as an actor, a writer, or inspiration.

Crestfallen by The Pernice Brothers

Very few songwriters can manage the trick of crafting a song that sounds sweet, catchy and hopeful upon first listening, but begins to take on a bleaker, more pessimistic acridity as the lyrics sharpen into focus. This is precisely what Joe Pernice manages on most of the songs from Overcome by Happiness, but Crestfallen may be the poppiest and prettiest example. As a film, it’s a by-the-numbers 80′s romantic comedy that gradually turns darker and less benign, something close to what Jonathan Demme acolyte Paul Thomas Anderson was attempting with Punch Drunk Love… but hopefully without having to bear the weight of the albatross that is Adam Sandler’s acting ability.