finally recording and making art!

hey guys!!! i know that it's been about a week since i posted, but i have totally not been in a place to do the whole blogging thing. but nooooow, no i am here and ready to go! ^_^

so, here is a link to the awesome new song i just wrote and you should totally go check it out, because it is the first song that i have written and uploaded in months. it's been since the summer and i was going through this whole writer's block thing and was totally uninspired and i was so unhappy, but then, TADA! i got over it ^_^

so, i guess i will start at the pseudo beginning. i got to be an extra in a sweet short film that will hopefully be an opportunity to be paid in a full length film later down the line. no wait....that's not the beginning. 

THIS is the beginning:

my play date with nutmeg!! 

^_^

so basically i met her in seattle and we totally looked at clothes we couldn't afford and got delicious asian food and walked around the market to look at other things we couldn't afford and it was a total blast. and theeeeeen, south center mall. holy crapoly. i basically bought a bunch of awesome staples {clothing wise} and then we got food and then, holy shit, BLACK SWAN.

so, let's explore this insanity. spoilers if you haven't seen it skip ahead to the next picture ^_^ 

so basically this movie blew my mind in a big way. looking back i tried to dissect all the parts that might have just been natalie portman's hallucinations and which parts were real and did mila kunis even exist and what was the deal with the mom and oh yea, that awesome sex scene between natalie and mila  holy geez awesome. but yes, this movie was terrifying on a level that i did not expect and i literally had to physically unwind myself by the end. there were just all of these scary moments that were completely subtle and then TOTALLY not and i was just completely blown away by it and i want to see it again so that i can watch all the parts that happened knowing what i know now.

ok, rant officially over.

ok, new topic. i suppose that now i will move on to the whole extras thing. basically i got to rock out to punk music and be awesome and meet new people who were cool and see old faces from bellingham who i met through the senate which was a totally awesome band that unfortunately disbanded but it was alright because they totally had other avenues to explore. but yes, i totally got to do a whole lot of 'back to one'ing and a whole lot of 'quiet on set'ting and it felt really good to be doing that whole thing again.

but i suppose that the thing that i really want to talk about it reading. reading and imagination. {only kind of sorry about the whole non-sequitor thing} i am currently reading the seventh harry potter book and i just got past a part that was terribly sad right towards the middle and if you have read it then you know which part i am talking about. and i have read this book three times before and i still cried. and i didn't just cry but i sobbed. there were shoulders shaking and audible sobs and i could hardly continue reading because of my obscured vision. good times. 

and this isn't because i am some kind of simpering baby but because i have an incredibly vivid imagination and i form a strong attachment with the characters that i read about. and this really got me thinking.

i am so sorry for people who don't like to read or haven't given it a chance or that no longer use their imaginations. i was talking to someone recently and they got into a bit of a discussion {i don't want to say argument, even though it was probably more of an argument}about how movies are better than books. right away i had to check my righteous indignation. and then i started thinking {after i had chilled the fuck out} that this can't just be the opinion of one guy, but that there are many people out there that would rather have someone else create the world of a story visually for them rather than take the words that they are given to create the world in their own minds. this is something that i love to do because i get to have a hand in creating a while entire universe that, without my help, would never exist. yes the words are on the page and in the mind of the author, but without the reader, what is there? just words on a page. 

and when i encounter particularly well written stories, it makes no difference how many times i read them, i still have a physical and emotional response. 

reading is sexy and fun

now, this isn't to say that a good solid film wont do the same for me, because i LOVE to watch movies. it's just that when you read {or at least when I read} you get to create, which i think is the thing about reading that i love. you are taken on a journey and you get to be the co pilot, the navigator, whatever you want to be. and i don't think that there are many things more exciting than that. that feeling you get when you just know that something evil is lurking or that some incredible love is about to emerge or that some tragic death is just a moment away, when you are there, a part of the story, seeing it all happen in the ideal, perfect way that you imagined it. a movie is only a small group of people's interpretations of a novel, but this, no...this is all your own. 

this is all mine.

and i get incredibly passionate just thinking about it.

alas, now the hour grows quite late and i must take my leave. it has been a real treat to get all of this out and i hope that you found even some of it interesting. please, feel free to discuss movie vs novel or black swan or the movement of harmony through the universe or just anything you want with me in the comments. the next one will not be so long of a wait and probably not quite as long. 

and now, i leave you with this wisdom:

 

Look not mournfully into the past. It comes not back again. Wisely improve the present. It is thine. Go forth to meet the shadowy future, without fear.
-Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

cheers!

~*~

DFTBA