Saturday, November 17, 2007

Walter Sickert & The Army of Broken Toys Music Video Part 7

We have a dozen cut-aways to cover on Sunday.
We shoot in the band's Allston apartment.
Non-descript black backdrops w/ some lighting FX,
some gobo rotator...
a little dash of this
even a snag of "AERO" for the trailer
(I have the camera & means & I need close-ups of
both a vintage radio & TV).
It's simply me, Stu & Steve.
Walter & Edrie entertain Larry & Diane in the practice room
as we confiscate the living room.

Props & dolls make their debuts.
The navy clock is courtesey of one of the sales folk @ work.
The metronome is via Juliet & a friend of a friend.
The assorted dolls are a mix of Walter & Edrie's stage show
& left-overs from "AERO" workshop scene.
It is entirely downhill from Sat's shoot.
Cut-aways of inanimate objects in a heated location?
No--problem!

There is chili on the stove-- meat & veggie to the left.
Delicious.
Steve edits in the kitchen some more w/ a bowl in his hand.
We hear Walter's voice in mock Mexicali--
strumming a guitar along w/ his dinner...
"Oh, my roof is on fire. My house is on fire."
I'm envious of the cosy tones coming from around the corner--
to relax, enjoy.
As straight-forward as the shooting is...
even a generous late start of 1PM...
I am bone-tired & clenched.
So much still to do.

Toward the end, I feel like guests overstaying their welcome
as the band & confidants meander back into the kitchen.
Chatting, a bit buzzed & joking.
There I am setting up a roll of babyheads on the sofa,
like something from a Curve album cover.
But Steve will need every cut-away I can give him...
and I have Stu gets endless variations of 2-shots, singles, ECU's.
It's only HD, right?

Minus the bags of leaves & Sat-specific props,
I now have room in the car for everything...
well, except those damn tracks.
We leave the tracks @ the apartment.
Rule is fortunately 10 mins away &
I'll return in the AM for a 2nd trip.
Then hoof it to the 'dolph & ALPS.
Then Monday afternoon is edit time w/ Annette.
The checklist continues.
We won't emerge unscathed--
I'll get a call mid-week from Rule that one of the back-up batteries
is dinted...
a $5 rental will morph into $105 (incl. tax!) replacement.
But we'll have done it again.
Shot--locked--loaded.
Building my reputation like a great Sphinx head,
doing as I say. Walking, not merely talking.
And, in the end, no matter how much editing is still in store...
that is the most important thing.

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