It's soon unbearingly cold once the sun goes down.
Although we have (3) space heaters the lights are
already taking too much power.
We blow the circuit several times throughout the day...
the only solace are those minutes 'tween set-ups
when we can re-direct power.
We concoct "downtime" area in corner of barn.
The high-concept is that the corner will trap the heat
once we flick on a single space heater.
The band is shivering,
ultimately donning blankets like Inuit.
They huddle in the corner w/ friends Larry & Diane.
I'm particularly concerned w/ Edrie,
her neck & shoulders exposed.
I check in w/ her throughout the shoot,
but she nods OK, OK...
We go two hours over.
E. Stephen & gal show up @ 7:30PM to collect trunks
& misc. art stuffs.
I get the leaf blower shot done while he watches...
although it's Edrie who discovers the most natural approach
via bounce card,
huffing stale leaves over wood slats in perfect close-up.
The blower has all the subtlety of a fire hydrant blast.
The gobo rotator is phenominal
& surprisingly quick to shoot.
I run the whole song in just a couple sections,
while Stu in-outs his favored handheld shots.
Sasha has to leave shortly after we break.
John cannot help w/ equipment return.
People start to peel away like rose petals.
Cold, icy rose petals.
But we wrap & piece by piece
the equipment is loaded back into the car.
The tracks & a couple c-stands are the only hold-outs
but Stu fits them in his hatchback.
About an hour before we wrap I have Larry go for
a beer run.
The Sam Adams I'll drink as I neaten & pack
is the most frigid beer I've ever had in my life.
My teeth feel like popsicles
& the alcohol lands in my stomach w/a thud,
plump snowbank dropping off a rooftop.
Crew sip & break-down...
keeping the lights on until the last possible moment.
The spectrum of our existence closes in,
retreating toward the awaiting doors.
Betty Ann & her husband show up...
there is much concern over the garbage.
I scrunch everything into one man-sized bag,
& it's relocated to lounge.
Steve uploads the last of the P2 cards.
We've shot (6) that day-- about an hour and 1/2
of footage for a (4) min song.
The forewarned birthday party @ the lounge
is finally in full swing by the time Steve leaves.
Holed up in the office he's isolated...
even cuts footage.
Despite the brassy laughs of adults
& drunked Pictionary.
Stu & I dump the remaining leaves in back of the barn
(Betty Ann: "Don't forget your leaves!")
It's strangely reminiscent of toxic waste dumping...
only Stoneham foliage in Central Mass.
Messing the topography.
What are we doing to the poor eco-system?
I hand off keys to Betty Ann & husband.
All that's left is to secure barn doors & padlock.
Drive home.
And begin it all again tomorrow in Allston.
TO BE CONCLUDED
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