What follows is a bit of a Why It Matters spoiler, so if that’s something that matters to you this is a good time to bail out.
I woke up this morning thinking about Urban Dance Squad. There aren’t many mornings where I’m awakened by thoughts of Dutch funk rock bands that haven’t been mentioned in American popular culture […]
Thanksgiving mattered for one reason when I was a kid, and it’s not what you think.
What were we talking about again? Ernest Scared Stupid. We spent three months in Nashville. During that time I listened to Fishbone’s The Reality of My Surroundings repeatedly, watched the Bulls of […]
We worked like orphans in a Dickensian factory, 16 hours a day, 6 days per week.
Nashville, my first location gig. The movie was nothing to brag about — Ernest Scared Stupid — but three months away from my shitty Hollywood apartment sounded good. I needed a break […]
“Southern Belles, what’s your name, hon?” “James.” “You feeling naughty tonight, James?”
We sat in Jack’s office, watching the bombs fall in glorious night vision. CNN commentators oohed and ahhed over footage of precision strikes finding their way into air ducts followed by billowing […]
My next film was FX2. The cutting rooms were located at Warner Hollywood, a short walk from my shitty apartment.
I leaned over and peeked at the big sedan’s speedometer: 70-75-80. The car floated on tired springs, body rolling when Kelly jerked between lanes. A Mercedes moved to get over and she […]