Chad is out of town for a spell and I have the house to myself. Come over.

Big Screen Debut

How I Spent My Summer Vacation. Check out the video link for the trailer.

I would just like to disclaimer the fact that whoever I con in to coming to see this with me better be ready to sit through all of the credits so I can point and shriek "that's my name, that's my name!" while jumping up and down clapping.

Hell

As many of you know, I refuse to karaoke. I, in fact, have never really done it. Aside from our glorious debut of “Zombie.” Ha. Remember this:














This is peculiar as I am an attention whore and usually revel in the spotlight, as do almost all of my closest friends who I can without hesitation label karaoke masters. Nonetheless, I hate the thought of being in front of people singing solo. My vocal chords constrict just thinking it.

To this day I have been forced to overdub audience vocals with the rest of my co-workers more times than I can remember. It’s torture. It usually plays out by Joe asking us all to audio for a “meeting.” In the middle of the room stands a state-of-the-art microphone. 5 minutes later, lyric sheet in hand, we all have to belt out the songs' chorus over and over, and it’s always a band I don’t listen to and/or despise, like Daughtry.

Since we started editing KC I have had to do this every day. Today we sang "She Thinks My Tractor's Sexy" 20 times with Joe saying things like "You need to sound more like a girl, more high pitched" or “Sound more drunk. Guuuuuys, sound more like a drunk girl.” Then we did the same thing for a song called “Keg in the Closet.” As far as I can tell, this is not for the actual movie, just a demo reel preview thing.

I have been contemplating ways to get out of this, the most reasonable option being stabbing my throat repeatedly in hopes of a self-inflicted tracheotomy. Any other ideas?

Freebird, Part 2

The Lynyrd Skynyrd taping was everything I hoped for and more. Weirdest show we've ever done. The entire audience was drunk and/or snuck in gigantic confederate flags.

I think Steve had an aversion to loud shrill noises as he would squint and make this weird face every time one was made. That is to say, every time I spoke.

Chad came with some friends and it's the first time I've seen him this week outside of sleeping or groggy morning goodbyes.

Joe told us today that we have a show in New York at the Hammerstein on Wednesday next week. We have nothing planned, no crew, and I don't even know who the artists are. There goes my weekend. Quinne, maybe I'll see you Monday?

As it was the last show, I didn't get all neurotic freakazoid on everyone and instead took it upon myself to get drunk off the 8 million varying-levels-of-fullness bottles of wine from the various meet and greets while people I work with complimented me. Pretty much the best scenario ever.

Summertime in 3D

We're working with the same people who did "This Is It" for the KC release. They just sent over the trailer that will be airing in theaters Thanksgiving weekend. It looks fucking incredible. And now I will have to force my entire family on Thanksgiving day to see whatever movie will be featuring it, meaning whatever movie is geared best toward a rabid country fan demographic. Should be fun.

Freebird

For the record, I'm pretty sure Lynyrd Skynyrd's production manager is batshit crazy. I cannot fucking wait until this taping run is over.

I'm insanely overwhelmed with work and I can't remember why I love doing it anymore. Because I'm a masochist, I'm going to try and start freelancing for Event Architects and see where it leads. Hopefully to dollar signs.