Sacramento Music Scene Film Festival

This year I found myself asking," How can I lose more sleep and wake up a bigger failure than I was before?"
After the 48hr Film Festival, and the 24hr Film Race, I've found another way to push my dreams ahead of my skills, the Sacramento Music and Film Festival.
For the Sacramento Music Seen portion of The Festival, which pairs local musicians with filmmakers, I decided to take on THREE bands.

The first mentioned here is the only one so far with footage available to view on the Internet. So below is the link to a trailer for Crazy Ballhead's forthcoming single, Scales of Pain.
Not the song he originally wanted to do as a video, but the beat and the lyrics bore a hole into my head and I had to get the idea out before someone else beat me to it.
Most of my production energy went into this video, from getting the gym, the boxers, and finally Old Ironsides, which we'll be filming in on 7/6/09.
Ian Webb and Reginald Waters were my crew for this shoot, although the Old Ironsides performance might just be Ian and I tomorrow.



The second video features Trainwreck Revival, an alt-folk-rock, blues inspired band and their song, Down by the River. Another great shoot with my buddy Robert Reimers. The video showcases our inspired, sometimes sloppy style, and also features great exterior field shots, which Rob and I are suckers for.

And finally, Awaiting the Apocalypse can stop waiting on me, as we've finished shooting for their video, Beat You to Death. Ian and I completed their video last weekend, and Reggie is editing away as we speak. This band has been patiently waiting for their friendship with me to go somewhere, and with this video, I can safely say it actually has. One of the most difficult shoots I've EVER done, it was definitely worth it.

There is no glory in shooting this much at once. It wears down your relationships, deprives you of sleep, and reminds you why you're not skilled enough to work a normal job. It's the opposite of the escapism that happens onscreen.

In order to even come close to losing yourself in a fictional world, you must embrace the mundane rules of the real.

Pretty fuckin' poetic for 4hrs of sleep.