Another week goes by. This past Friday and Saturday I was doing long days as a camera operator on a gig for Scott Spears. He has moved back to Columbus from LA and has been freelancing himself quite a little bit. I needed the gig since I need some extra money for the European trip coming soon. It will help a lot as I gear up for the next phase in my development as a human being. Because I know my girlfriend does not read my blogs, and only sometimes looks at the pictures, I think it's safe to announce a little secret here. I am planning on asking her some serious questions in Paris. Big questions. One might say that you "pop" this one, but that is an odd phrase that makes no sense to me. Don't tell her. She doesn't know. Plus maybe it's all a ruse to see if she really is reading my blogs and not telling me. I have been known to be that cruel on occasion.
Okay, as is usual with me, and what also in typical fashion, makes the most interest to my faithful readers, the Acolytes of Boo, I have a new stalker. You will be pleased to know that it has already reached the point where I the police are now involved. I shanít go into too much detail, as it feels a bit crass at this point, since Iíve got to go to the city prosecutorís office to file charges.
Well, it took some time, but I finally have something I am very very happy about. Iíve been working on a script for a fairly thorough outline of a feature screenplay for well over a year. Iíve now worked with 3 additional writers, although the majority of material from 2 of them went unused. Now, I am fairly content and twiddling with the remaining draft.
Most people know that Sonnyboo.com has free music & other downloads. It's odd, I get 15-17 emails a day (literally) thanking me for my generosity, and these days, a lone poster who feels that I am an evil bastard because I benefit from the promotion of my downloads.
I have a movie for the IFC MEDIA LAB site, but it is 7 minutes and they wanted it down to 6 minutes, so that meant some cutting. I have never re-edited this movie & sure wasn't going to go back to the raw footage so I watched it to see if I could just make trims from the movie as is. Since there was no music throughout until the end section, it was pretty easy to just Razor Tool out some lines of dialogue, and some (invisible to me for years) awkward pauses. In one spot during the section with music, I had to make a cut, but that was easily overcome with a cross dissolve on the audio track.
The BASIC OF EDITING CLASS focuses more on the theory of editing and a universal approach to computer based editing. It is NOT format or software specific. It does not matter if you are editing with Avid, Final Cut Pro, Vegas Video, Adobe Premiere, or even Imovie or WindowsMovieMaker.
In the late 1980's through the early 1990's, the artistic endeavor that most high school aged people did was start a band. The music store business thrived during the time when you could by LP's, Cassettes, and CD's all at the same time. Then the other kind of music store, the type where they sell guitars, amps, keyboards, and drumsticks, also began to thrive. I speak from some level of experience because not only did I play in bands on guitar or keyboards, but I worked at LANG MUSIC, a now defunct music store where I sold guitars for several years from ages 16-23.
Well, first off the first thing to take note of in the world of Boo is the new site for the BLOG and JOURNAL ENTRIES Ė PeterJohnRoss.com. This was a wonderful birthday present from my best friend. Itís one of those surprise gifts youíd never ask for but has a lot of meaning and uses you never considered. Big shout out to the Moe for this handy gift of a domain and site.
by Peter John Ross
In the last 7 years or so, I love what's happened with TV. The derivation between "TV" and "FILM" has blurred so much that some of the best cinematic works are now television shows. That's the key word too - CINEMATIC. It seems that shows like THE SHIELD, 24, ROME, LOST, BAND OF BROTHERS, etc. have all gotten a much more cinematic, theatrical film look.
Seven years ago this month, my life changed. I met one of my idols, Richard Linklater (dir: School of Rock, Slacker, Dazed & Confused, A Scanner Darkly). I went from wanting to be a filmmaker to actually making movies within 2 weeks of that January night. Now I am a full time filmmaker because of meeting Rick and the things he said to me, one on one.
Thereís a new reality TV show on the horizon for filmmakers. Itís called ďON THE LOTĒ. It's from the producers of SURVIVOR and THE APPRENTICE teamed with Steven Spielberg. Project Greenlight meets American Idol.... making short films each week and people getting voted off the show by the public. I'm very cynical about the whole thing, but submitted because I would rather take the chance than not at all.
Well, we rang in the New Year last night at a party with some friends. Again, this year, I'm not too into the Holiday spirit, but playing poker & chatting for a few hours with some people I genuinely like made a big difference. My Sexy Girlfriend Veronica ô had to work this morning so we also had to bolt right away after Dick Clark miscounted down the seconds into the New Year.
Okay my droogies, your faithful narrator has returned in more ways than one. Having wallowed in a dark place known as writerís block, as well as a self imposed prison of boredom. Now I have come back at the turning of the moon and sun reborn and renewed.
This is such a dead time. The weather is starting to turn cold, projects are ramping down instead of up. Thereís all this crappy holiday spirit nonsense. Iím not Scrooge, but Iím not Jimmy Stewart either. I have found the season to reminisce more about retail than Christ or a sense of giving. Itís become so homogenized, that it manifests itself as nausea.
Again, your faithful narrator has had a busy time in the last two weeks. Iíve been working a lot doing A/V work, and thatís not as bad as it sounds. At least Iím getting caught up on bills and even saving up for another car. Thatís right, yet another catastrophe of automotive proportions has hit. The Chevy Blazer pretty much kicked it after all of 1,200 miles. Yee haw. See? I told you it wasn't me!!!!
Iíve kept very busy since the last entry on Ye Olde Blog, my acolytes. I worked some A/V jobs at a hotel and also got an editing job editing some HD material. Thanks to George Caleodis, the next feature script has made leaps and bounds forward. The Boo is on the move again and it feels good.
Letís get this out of the way firstÖ. My new cats name is ďVLADIMIR JACK BAUERĒ. We basically just call him ďVĒ and thatís our preference here. I picked ďVLADIMIRĒ because of a line of dialogue from the 1981 movie ARTHUR starring Dudley Moore when he says, ďCan we name our first child ĎVladimirí? Boy or a girl?Ē I didnít think anyone would get that in a million years and no one didÖ thankfully, these books cost me money.
Now after the devastation of my last blog entry, I have some follow up news to go along with it. Many people, friends and even strangers, were affected by our loss of dear Spaz. On Wednesday night, we tried to resume the education of Micah on American Cinema, but I mostly just wanted to have people in the house again and reignite some of the warmth that made our happy home what it is.
For those who tune into this blog for filmmaking stuff, go ahead & skip on for the next time. Today I am distraught and itís purely personal.
Last night I worked at a Hotel. I was filling in helping out my buddy so he could have a night off. I was the A/V tech on duty so that I could just baby sit a DVD player during a wedding. Excitement Central, thatís where I was last night, at least I was able to get some thoughts down.