To those of you who read this journal regularly: The band loved my video and want to put it on their upcoming album. They are also talking about me making a video for some of their new tracks! I am so psyched.
And I'm including this story that my friend wrote as a recap of his night out. This guy makes up the most insane stories in bars, and while I think lying is fucking weak, it is still funny nonetheless. The names have been changed to protect the clearly guilty.
Last night was another prime example of everyday citizens seeing how we [name of our group] do.
Will and I first stopped off at one of his London's friends going away to LA party. We mingled a bit and sampled some fine martinis in prepartion for The Park. Once at Park we met up with Ollie and Alex. After a round of black russians and on our way to black-out we started to sharpen our game. I quickly became Rick Crawford the world renowed photographer for National Geographic (I have to give full credit to Tam Roogan for sharpening my skills on this type of game). I had a crowd of girls fastincated with my near escapes of death, my steady diet of pine nuts in the frozen tundra of Alaska while photographing the Idarod, and my 10 weeks in the bush outside Cape Horn.
The four of us were fully loaded by the time we left Park and rolled to the after party for the guy leaving for LA. As I walk in the door this girl says to me, "Oh my God I would love to hear more about your profession, you must have some fastinating stories..." So I grab a few beers and settle up next to her on the couch.
The girl: What was your most dangerous experience?
Me: A few years back, I was offered to do a shoot in Guatamala on the Guatamalian Spider Monkey. The monkey burrows during the day but is active at night, so we spent most our nights harnassed in a tree, staying awake on a diet of nuts and berries. Finally, after 16 days of being strapped in a large Sucoya tree we finally see the spider monkey start his mating ritual. This is priceless stuff and my camera is going off at a frantic pace. However, I feel this slap on the back, thinking it is the branch of the tree, I ignore. But it happens again seconds later and I turn around and see a 9ft anaconda approaching me.
Alex interrupting me: Now we all now 9ft is an exaggeration, it really was about 4ft.
Me: Anyway, I turn on automatic flash on my camera and click ten times, sending an SOS to my colleague across the way. He come running across the brushy surface yielding his field knife. Without hessitation he chops offer the lower quarter of snake, causing it to drop to the ground and squiver away in pain.
The girl: You lead the most fastinating lifestyle!
Will interrupting: Well, we all got stories!
By the way, telling girls your an art semiotics major from SUNY Buffalo can lead to some interesting conversations
[Note: That was my major and the guys love using it as a lie for themeselves in bars.]
And I'm including this story that my friend wrote as a recap of his night out. This guy makes up the most insane stories in bars, and while I think lying is fucking weak, it is still funny nonetheless. The names have been changed to protect the clearly guilty.
Last night was another prime example of everyday citizens seeing how we [name of our group] do.
Will and I first stopped off at one of his London's friends going away to LA party. We mingled a bit and sampled some fine martinis in prepartion for The Park. Once at Park we met up with Ollie and Alex. After a round of black russians and on our way to black-out we started to sharpen our game. I quickly became Rick Crawford the world renowed photographer for National Geographic (I have to give full credit to Tam Roogan for sharpening my skills on this type of game). I had a crowd of girls fastincated with my near escapes of death, my steady diet of pine nuts in the frozen tundra of Alaska while photographing the Idarod, and my 10 weeks in the bush outside Cape Horn.
The four of us were fully loaded by the time we left Park and rolled to the after party for the guy leaving for LA. As I walk in the door this girl says to me, "Oh my God I would love to hear more about your profession, you must have some fastinating stories..." So I grab a few beers and settle up next to her on the couch.
The girl: What was your most dangerous experience?
Me: A few years back, I was offered to do a shoot in Guatamala on the Guatamalian Spider Monkey. The monkey burrows during the day but is active at night, so we spent most our nights harnassed in a tree, staying awake on a diet of nuts and berries. Finally, after 16 days of being strapped in a large Sucoya tree we finally see the spider monkey start his mating ritual. This is priceless stuff and my camera is going off at a frantic pace. However, I feel this slap on the back, thinking it is the branch of the tree, I ignore. But it happens again seconds later and I turn around and see a 9ft anaconda approaching me.
Alex interrupting me: Now we all now 9ft is an exaggeration, it really was about 4ft.
Me: Anyway, I turn on automatic flash on my camera and click ten times, sending an SOS to my colleague across the way. He come running across the brushy surface yielding his field knife. Without hessitation he chops offer the lower quarter of snake, causing it to drop to the ground and squiver away in pain.
The girl: You lead the most fastinating lifestyle!
Will interrupting: Well, we all got stories!
By the way, telling girls your an art semiotics major from SUNY Buffalo can lead to some interesting conversations
[Note: That was my major and the guys love using it as a lie for themeselves in bars.]
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you paid a lot of money for that video! (or was the amount listed what it wouldve cost if you'd charged fees?)
cheers for the link... interesting stuff. I doubt I'll make any money from this or the next vid, but I'm pretty much just starting out with it, and the band are very talented but struggling, so its worthwhile. Hope it all goes well for you.