


Zachary has been working very hard on his Scouts. He earned a bunch of belt loops some pins and a silver arrow.


Once there we walked through the shops and headed to Starbucks for some hot chocolate to keep us warm.
Then we headed back to the other end of town where the parade was set to start. Our family secret is to go to the beginning of the parade so we can get back to a warm car sooner rather than later. It is always a lot of fun.





It was a small budget independent film and the first feature film produced by director Kels Goodman, who went on to produce several other features and is the magic man behind the wildly successful Will It Blend? Blendtec® commercials.
But before you watch / listen, however, I'd like to reminisce a bit about the creation of the video. Why you say? Because: 1. It's sentimental, and these events allow me to opine a bit about the music industry in general. 2. The events will probably seem funny, stupid or both to you (either way, I hope it will be enjoyable to read). 3. You'll be able to catch a glimpse of some of the pleasing, whimsical, painful, stressful, uncomfortable and overall ridiculous situations that one goes through. 4. I thought it would make an interesting and, perhaps, educational blog for those who are looking to glean information on what, and more importantly (by my own misadventures), what not to do when planning a production such as this.
I must say I feel very fortunate to even have opportunities to do things like this. I've benefited from the support of many people; family, friends and complete strangers alike. In the case of this video, all of the above were involved with its creation. My wife (then newly married to yours truly) was involved, my parents were involved, my sister was involved, my sister's mother-in-law was involved, my brother-in-law was involved, my friends were involved, people I had never met before were involved. We were working with a shoestring budget. All of us were investing our time, talent and money.
The plan was for me to gather up a 2nd unit crew to shoot preliminary and block footage along various locations at the Oregon coast which could be filled in with later footage shot on a green screen stage in Utah where Kels was putting the finishing touches on Y2K A Comedy. The problem with this scenario was my minor (or was it major?) misstep in thinking. I forgot that I was a musician / songwriter / composer / audio engineer: not a movie director. It didn't become clear to me until everyone arrived on site at our first location, Sand Lake Dunes, that there would be no one boss or chief figure to organize our efforts. I had underestimated the complexity of what had to be done. Sure, I wrote my little script for the video, I had a vision in my head of what it was supposed to look like and how it was to happen. But being able to, in an organized manner, implement the script had not been thought through.
The next step after Oregon was for me to fly to Provo Utah for the green screen sessions. There I met Kels and, for the first time, met Lisa Deml (the lead actress from the movie who also was to play the "Siren" for my video) and Darin Andersen (who was to direct the green screen compositing and editing). Of course having producers and directors around in control of things made my job easier and more enjoyable. So, as you can imagine, things on the green screen stage went smoother and quicker. I then spent several days with Darin at his home studio editing the entire video. These were long, tiring hours even though my job was relatively light. All I did was sit around and say, "yea, I like that" or "maybe we could try this", etc. It was Darin that ran all the equipment and did the real work. It was nice for a change to not be the one operating everything.
It wasn't so nice, however, on my wife. Newly married, the peculiar nature of the music business came as a total shock to her. Her recent marriage was to me, not the industry, and she struggled to adjust to a husband who frequently left town or got lost in a studio for weeks at a time without a lot of contact. I, totally green to this husband thing, made things worse by failing to call her for days at a time. To think of her now, stewing away at home in Washington while I disappeared into the abyss of Utah with no updates of my progress. It was a stupid mistake; a mistake of being too absorbed in ones work and not realizing that one now has a family of ones own, however small, to protect and nurture.
2. During the second day of shooting at Cape Kiwanda it started to rain. So the whole crew, except me, scrambled into my dad's Z71 extended cab pickup truck and drove up and down the coast line filming me through a rolled down window, in the cold rain (and even colder ocean) laying sprawled out in the tide, getting up, stumbling around, etc. Problem was, high tide was coming in fast and, a couple times my father, as he was the one driving, almost lost the truck to the ocean because the waves were ripping the sand from under the tires in such a way as to render the vehicle immobile. I witnessed the whole crew bail out several times to help push the truck to safety or to just run away from the impending waves. I'm sure this situation put several hundred more gray hairs on my father's head as they struggled to keep the truck from getting mired in the deep wet sand, then flooded by the tide and finally dragged out to sea. My dad was the Division Manager of auto claims for the Pacific Northwest region of State Farm Insurance at the time. I wonder, had he not been able to get the truck out in time, what his claim report might have read . . . Chevrolet Z71 - 1/2 ton pickup, driven out to sea, total loss. . .
So now I've decided, before I go back into winter production for the follow-up of the "Standard Candles- EP"