Seriously. Bullshit. At least my mustache is awesome.
The Black Laser
Dear Thursday,
Hey. How’s it hanging? It’s been a while since I saw you last. What was it, a week? You look well. How’s your mom? Great? Great. That makes me happy to hear.
Anyhoo, I’m really writing to tell you that I pretty much can’t deal with you at all today. Usually you and I get along pretty well, but I feel like Friday is lagging extra hard this week and I wish he’d just show up and we could fast forward to about 6pm.
It’s not you, Thursday. It’s me. It’s always me. I wouldn’t want you to think that I have something against you, it’s just that I’m pretty tired and totally worn out and I’m ready to go home and lay on the floor and watch a movie in the dark. Doesn’t that sound nice? Except, it’s not going to happen because I’m going to Sue’s party at Smoke & Mirrors later. But you knew that, didn’t you, Thursday? You always know. You’re so well informed. I’m always impressed that you can keep my work and social schedule in order the way you do. I often have trouble and they’re my schedules.
That’s all for now. I’m going to order some soup for lunch which I’m pretty excited about. Three lentil chili. Yummers. Should I get a half sandwich too? Yesterday it was a little too much food, but I’m pretty hungry today. I’m sure Wednesday will tell you I was pretty hungry then too. Maybe I’ll skip the half sandwich today. Or maybe I’ll order it and save it for later? That’s a pretty good idea. Thanks, Thursday.
See you next week.
Sincerely,
The Black Laser.
Because I am SO excited, Michael and I went over to my new place on Saturday to measure and decide where I want to put the furniture I need to purchase. Fun! I also took the opportunity to take photos of the place so I could share with all my loyal readers out there in Interwebsland.
Pretty neat, eh? I think so.
Dear Hunter,
Boo.
I am disappointed. This is not a very fun way to start my Monday. I thought I wrote a pretty fucking good piece for you guys. Much better than last year’s certainly. Was it the F for the English class on my NYU transcript? Was it all the cursing in my piece? Was it that I’m just so super stylish and great that you thought I would overwhelm the rest of the students? Probably not. Whatever arcane magic went into your decision making process, I am not mad. Disappointed? Yes. Saddened? A little. Curious? Totally. I also understand that you only take six students a year and that the selection process is a difficult one. I guess I lost this little wager.
Luckily, I have a career I like and things to look forward to. And, shit, I can and will keep writing.
All in all, Hunter College, I understand. Personally, I think you made the wrong choice, but what are you going to do? We’ll see how I feel about applying a third time in the coming autumn.
Sincerely,
Joe Dillingham
The Black Laser
Every once in a while, it strikes me that I know a whole hell of a lot of stupidly talented, creative people. And, really, few things make me as happy as being able to share their work with you guys.
Even better, in light of my recent David Byrne post, my film-school friend Marshall, sent me the trailer for a new film on which is he was one of the two main photographers. The film’s called Ride, Rise, Roar and chronicles the creative process of Byrne and mixes it with live performance. But I’m fucking up the description. Let me just quote what they wrote on Vimeo.
RIDE, RISE, ROAR is a David Byrne concert film directed by David Hillman Curtis that blends riveting onstage performances with intimate details of the creative collaborations that make the music and show happen.
Shot with multiple cameras over several concerts during the 08/09 tour, the film blends the energy and charisma of classic Talking Heads with the heartfelt pathos of David Byrne and Brian Eno’s most recent collaboration.
Between the 14 live songs, the film achieves an unprecedented intimacy with David Byrne and the band, documenting behind-the-scenes auditions, rehearsals, and interviews with key players while revealing the creative process that led to the show’s unique fusion of pop music and modern dance.
RIDE, RISE, ROAR celebrates Byrne’s extensive career as a musician and testifies to the creativity that keeps him going today.
The trailer looks completely amazing. Do yourself a favor and click through to the Vimeo page here and watch it in HD fullscreen.
Great work, Marshall! I hope you keep on killing it.
My friend Matt, of Steve’s Word fame, loves television more than anyone I know in the whole world. Growing up he wasn’t allowed it by his parents, so he came into it as an adult and devours the stuff with all the fervor of a fresh convert. During pilot season, the man is a veritable trove of TV thoughts, opinions, and commentary. Want to discuss every nuance of last night’s episode of Lost? Matt’s your man. Want to know which pilot will succeed and which will fail miserably? Matt. Want clarify a bet with a buddy about some detail on a television show? Matt. His capacity for detail is amazing.
He and I have had the following conversation numerous times.
“Joe, did you see [insert X show here] last night?”
“No, Matt, I didn’t.”
“What? It was awesome? How did you not see it?!”
“Well, I was making dinner and just didn’t watch. I’ve never actually seen any episodes of [insert X show here].”
“You’ve got to see it, man. It’s great.”
Rinse and repeat.
With that considered, when I saw his sparkling face on Gawker.tv reviewing this weeks hilarious interweb videos, I realized that he’s about one degree away from the job he was born to do: discuss television shows for a living. Well, 30 year old unpaid intern Matt, I hope they let you keep doing this because I will gladly watch every single one.
Matt Toder’s Week in Video: Trailers, Trucks, Swishes, & Drunks
Check it out at the link above.
In a recent blog posting on his site, David Byrne (you know who he is, and if you don’t, please hit Apple-W or Ctrl-W right now) discusses some of his methods for collaborating with some of the most popular musicians of our time. St. Vincent? Check. Fatboy Slim? Check. Brian Eno? Check. TV on the Radio? Check. Seriously, it’s like a cool-kids listing of their iPod.
I am, personally, a big fan of collaborative efforts. As a filmmaker and a writer, I always prefer to work with other people. I find it easier to get things done when I’m responsible to another person. I also find that the process of just sitting and talking something out really helps me think of it in a new way. It’s like, by talking, I get to run it through a different part of my brain that processes the ideas differently than I can just by sitting and thinking or by outlining or making notes or whatever. In fact, that IS what is actually happening on a biomechanical level, but please let me maintain my self-delusion that my insides are a ball of glowing white light and not blood and guts and bone.
I also like that by working with someone else, you have to sort of bend to their desires and impulses and learn to fight only the battles that are important to you. Does Mikey W think the scene in the bar needs x, y, or z element? Do I disagree? Say I do, is it a battle worth fighting or should I save my efforts for something that is more important to me later? I do this all the time in the edit. You have a client or director who wants one thing and I want another. Sometimes I’ll go with their changes, but sometimes I’ll fight for what I think is a stronger cut. And I think this is an important part of that process and, typically, ends up with a better cut that either one of us would have come up with own our own.
It is interesting then to read when David Byrne, an artist who I respect a lot, echos these sentiments.
Why collaborate at all? One could conceivably make more money not sharing the profits — if there are any — so why collaborate if one doesn’t have to? If one can write alone, why reach out? (Some of the most financially successful songs I’ve ever written were not collaborations, for example.) And besides, isn’t it risky? Suppose you don’t get along? Suppose the other person decides to take the thing in some ugly direction?
Well, as I said earlier, one big reason is to restrict one’s own freedom in the writing process. There’s a joy and relief in being limited, restrained. For starters, to let someone else make half the decisions, or some big part of them, absolves one of the need to explore endless musical possibilities. The result is fewer agonizing decisions in the writing process, and sometimes, faster results.
Another reason to risk it is that others often have ideas outside and beyond what one would come up with oneself. To have one’s work responded to by another mind, or to have to stretch one’s own creative muscles to accommodate someone else’s muse, is a satisfying exercise. It gets us outside of our self-created boxes. When it works, the surprising result produces some kind of endorphin equivalent that is a kind of creative high. Collaborators sometimes rein in one’s more obnoxious tendencies too, which is yet another plus.
Neat, right? You can read the rest of the article here:
David Byrne – 03.15.10: Collaborations
And, because it’s great, here’s one of my favorite Talking Heads songs from what might be the best concert film ever made. Take that, The Last Waltz!




