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Speed Creating – The Recap

Thursday, February 3rd, 2011

Wow, what a month. It is officially February now, meaning my speed creating experiment for January is all over. Here are some thoughts, as well as a bunch of links to each “thing”:

I suppose I should be honest about how this whole “Speed Creating” thing started.  Around November, my girlfriend of roughly 4 years and I broke up.  I’m not trying to turn this into one of the closing scenes of My So Called Life, I just want to be honest about my motivations as opposed to my usual  practice of remaining willfully ignorant of the things that make me do the things I do.

One of the chief concerns I was having as the relationship kind of fell apart was “what makes me happy?”.  A heavy set of circumstances had me feeling pretty terrible about myself and “Who I Am”.  I didn’t really have a good sense of how to make myself happy or how to express myself…I was lost and not only was it a weight on my relationship, it was obviously a huge weight on me.  When I racked my brain to find a way out of the bouts of deep depression I often found myself in, I didn’t have any answers, save for this weird hint that “What Makes Me Happy” is “Creating”.  My whole life I’ve been drawn to making things…doesn’t matter what, just making stuff.  In the moments where my head is down and ideas are flowing, I’m not thinking of anything else and I feel great.

So that is what I set myself up to do.  Chase down my tiny thread of creative DNA, wrestle it to the ground and stare at it to see if it really held what I needed.

Around the time of the breakup I saw what Dominic Wilcox had done, and it immediately clicked with me.  There was no doubt that I was going to follow the same regimented path, to turn my potential happiness into a homework assignment.  I picked January, because the winter out here kind of sucks the soul anyway, and it could double as kind of a New Years Resolution deal.

I’m happy to report that this thing has been extremely eye-opening.  You’ll have to forgive the cheesiness here, but I made a pretty big realization during this thing – that I am on this earth to create.  Apologies for the hyperbole, but as a weapon I’m only pulling it out here because I plan on using it.

Up until this point I struggled to find a box for what I love to do…am I a “writer”?  Am I a “photographer”?  I’m not very good at design, but I love doing it, so could I call myself a “designer”?  I’ve had a Flip Cam duct-taped to my hand for the last 3 years…does that make me a “videographer”?  What the hell AM I?  I always considered myself a writer, but only because I do that more than anything, and it gives me the most crisis-laden stressful high of anything I do.  But I’m not all that great at making a career out of it.

I’m straying.  My point is, I learned (in one of many moments of forehead-slappery) that I am not any of those things.  I’m just a guy who likes to “create”. “Creator”, I suppose, but that is too specific and a little weird.  So I’m more comfortable with “Guy Who Lives To Create”…funny…I just tried to type “Guy Who LIKES To Create” just now, but I slipped on the “k” and put a “v” instead….giving me “lives” instead of “likes”…ha…the K and the V are nowhere near each other on the keyboard.  Even I don’t know what I’m thinking.  Wow.

So, that being said, I LIVE to create I guess.  All of those things I listed above – writing, photography, video, music, design – flick the exact same switch.  The same light goes on and off no matter what triggers it – writing about zombies, making music with Ben, taking light painting photos, shooting in the snowy streets with my Holga, cutting and pasting like a madman in Photoshop, sketching, ironing on letters – all of that provides the same simple impulse that I’ve been chasing my whole life.

I’m not saying I found my life’s purpose.  That would be a little much.  I did find though, that I had been neglecting a massive part of what made Me “Me”, and I’m glad to be reconnected to it.

I also learned more about where my skills are.  I learned that I am pretty good at writing zombie stories, that I am able to edit videos that make me laugh, that I am not a very good musician but I love to make noise and record it, that I can almost execute an idea with a photograph, that I have a basic understanding of design and how to make something look halfway decent, and that when pressed (especially when pressed) I can create at the drop of a hat.

Like I’ve always said, none of the stuff I make has any illusions about being “good”, but that’s not the point.  It is all still an expression.  Good or bad, the switch gets flicked.

With the motivation behind this thing out in the open, I hope I can continue to do this stuff.  I want to just keep doing something every day because it really does make me happy.  Don’t worry though, I wont meticulously blog about it.  I’ll just do it because I love doing it.  I highly recommend it to everyone…whatever your talents are, use them every day, and then do some stuff you are less than talented at.

Day 1 – Optronics 4-1 with Oceans in Space  [VIDEO]

Day 2 – The Lightpainting Mini Booth

Day 3 – Allegedly Hilarious T-Shirt

Day 4 – Disposable Camera Photos

Day 5 – Photoshop Vs. Jandek

Day 6 – Photos From the MiniBooth

Day 7 – Desert Lightpaintings

Day 8 – Noise Tape Layout 1

Day 9 – Noise Tape Layout 2 + Download

Day 10 – Noise Tape Layout 3 (Black Metal?)

Day 11 – Optronics 4-2 With Oceans In Space  [VIDEO]

Day 12 – Fuckin “Art”, Brah

Day 13 – Movies That Bugged Me Out as a Kid – Body Parts

Day 14 – Brian Tumors Download

Day 15 – Zombie Fiction – “Cakewalk” Part 1

Day 16 – Recaptured:  L5D – “Advanced Ants Dance”

Day 17 – Lil B @ Highline Ballroom  [VIDEO]

Day 18 – Mirror Lightpainting

Day 19 – The Battle of the Red Dragon  [VIDEO]

Day 20 – Ke$ha Slowed by 800%

Day 21 – Anthony:  A Life (In Three Parts)  [VIDEO]

Day 22 – The Scum Noise Tape Full Download

Day 23 – Cocktail Napkin Zombie Story

Day 24 – Zombie Fiction – “Cakewalk” Part 2

Day 25 – Zombie Fiction – “Untitled” Part 5

Day 26 – Blizzard/Apocalypse Music

Day 27 – Canvas Drawing

Day 28 – Ghostbusters Firehouse Holga Photos

Day 29 – Allegedly Hilarious Lil B T-Shirt

Day 30 – More Holga Photos

Day 31 – Drew is an Art Dealer Now  [VIDEO]

Speed Creating – Day 13 – Movies That Bugged Me Out As a Kid: Body Parts

Thursday, January 13th, 2011

I’ve started digging up the movies that freaked me out as a kid and re visiting them, for no reason.  Anything I saw in the video store, or on this weird free pay-per-view trailers channel that gave me nightmares is fair game.  Read or don’t.  Most of these will be super lame and only interesting to no one.  Thanks.

Body Parts Movie Poster

This one, like every other MTBMEOAAK (wow what an awful acronym) came from a trailer on the aforementioned pay-per-view trailers channel.  Between the campy, pulpy-ass trailers for shit like Hardware and Shocker (we’ll get to that one later) there was a trailer for a pretty serious-looking horror flick called Body Parts, starring Jeff Fahey, one of the crazier looking dudes in the 90’s horror movie game.  Second place goes to Brad Dourif, who is also in this movie!  Seriously their scenes together are awesome…like a “weird, portentous and creepy stare” competition, but I’m getting ahead of myself.

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Movies That Bugged Me Out As A Kid: Nightmare on Elm Street 5 – The Dream Child

Wednesday, May 5th, 2010

I’ve started digging up the movies that freaked me out as a kid and re visiting them, for no reason.  Anything I saw in the video store, or on this weird free pay-per-view trailers channel that gave me nightmares is fair game.  Read or don’t.  Most of these will be super lame and only interesting to no one.  Thanks.

So, I was going to do Popcorn, for the next installment of MTBMOAK (jesus…need a better acronym), but I had to put that one on the back burner, since the new Nightmare on Elm Street travesty is out and I wanted to catch up on the series before I went and had my hopes and dreams shattered.  Thanks Platinum Dunes…you should have just stuck with Alexander Aja and the Hills Have Eyes Remake…that shit was badass.

The fifth nightmare trailer (seen above) ran in constant rotation on the free Pay Per View previews channel, and I remember being utterly horrified and excited by it.  At the time, I think the only Nightmare on Elm Street I had any experience with was the fourth one, when a bunch of older kids made me watch it at a party that my parents dragged me to.  Being well versed in the boxes and cover art for each Freddy Movie (my favorite being Part 3), I knew what he was about, and I even knew that he had started off scary and gradually got funnier and funnier.  That doesn’t mean he still didn’t freak the shit out of me though.  It was the dream sequences that did it…the first one I remember seeing was in part 4, when Kincaid (YES I know the Dream Warriors by name, thanks) gets trapped in a junkyard by Freddy, and as the camera zoomed out, we see that the entire planet is one huge junkyard.  5 minutes in, for the impatient.

Same thing with the asthmatic girl’s death scene (sorry don’t know her name because she wasn’t a Dream Warrior) while taking a test in class.  The fact that she was being murdered by Freddy in a dream while everyone around her just sat there filling in their test sheets freaked me the hell out, because it nailed that weird helpless feeling you get in dreams where something awful is happening, and while there are people around, no one is doing anything. 2 minutes in.

You can imagine how traumatic this stuff can be for an 7 year old who knew nothing about surrealism, or any of the other bullshit words they use to describe those dream sequences.  That shit was just scary. The trailer for the fifth movie bugged me out so bad because it seemed like they had amped up the weird in the 5th movie, with all the odd camera angles, drooling maniacs, birth canal imagery, and some freaky shit involving a motorcycle.  I watched that trailer about 6 times a day, and every time, it made life feel like a living nightmare.  Which has a weird attraction to a nerdy little kid with an overactive imagination.  I also remember getting chills from the “Kruger, this time its for keeps!” line, because being as terrified as I was, it was cool to see someone fighting back against the terror…which is why I liked the cover to the 3rd movie so much… more on all that later.

Nightmare On Elm Street 3 Poster

So after getting my girlfriend to begrudgingly re-watch the series with me (I skipped Part 2 to expedite the process and I’d seen most of it when I was really young and still thought it was a little “gay”), we made it from the first (pretty damn awesome) to The Dream Warriors (still the best, but a little slow), through Dream Master (really ridiculous but had its moments and it made me go download that dramarama song), and almost made it to The Dream Child before I lost control of the Netflix queue in a sucker’s bet with my girlfriend, so the 5th movie was knocked out in favor of about a thousand Hilary Duff movies or whatever it is girls watch…I kid, she actually has great taste.  So I had to open an account at the shady video store across the street to watch this one.

Everything I had read said it was a well-meaning piece of bad that got hacked up by the MPAA so it wouldn’t get an NC-17 rating and was plagued with confused writers who were still finishing the script as the movie was being shot.  Freddy’s Dead is usually regarded as the worst Nightmare movie, with this one as the second or third worst.  SO there you have it.  As I was doing all my usual internet opinion-reading and regurgitating, I realized that 9 YEAR OLD ME DIDN’T READ SHIT UNLESS IT WAS CALVIN AND HOBBES OR HARDY BOYS.  So I stopped giving a shit what the internet thought and I attacked The Dream Child with the freshest pair of eyes I could muster.  This wasn’t hard since I don’t have much opinion on the Nightmare movies anyway, which should be obvious since its taken me 19 years to see even one in its entirety (apart from New Nightmare, which ruled).  So here’s what happened, through the eyes of me as a kid:

The story follows Alice, The Dream Master who can pull other people into her dreams whenever she wants.  In the beginning she’s doing something with her boyfriend Dan, who survived from Part 4, and they are moaning and scratching each others backs and everything is all blue and they arent wearing clothes but you dont see boobs then.  Then it gets crazy, because Freddy was dead, but Alice starts having these freaky dreams, like, she almost drowns in her shower, and then she even starts dreaming when she is awake!  Turns out she is pregnant, and they totally showed boobs in the shower part.  Her child is named Jacob and he is dreaming about Freddy because he IS part of Freddy, or something…Freddy is trying to come into the world through Jacob…or something.  But he’s not born yet, and the girls friends start dying in really crazy ways, and Freddy’s Mom was raped by 100 maniacs in an insane asylum and she is also in the dreams.  Then Freddy comes alive in the dream and finds his glove and is all freaky with one of his arms extra long and he says, “Its a boy!”.  Then Freddy skateboards and a dude shoots him with guns but then Freddy comes back all big like a wrestler and he is super Freddy and kills the guy with guns then Dan tries to drive his truck to save Alice but Freddy starts driving and rips off his own arm then Dan finds a motorcycle and tries to get to Alice but then the motorcycle IS FREDDY and it starts talking to Dan while they are going like a million miles per hour then the motorcycle like eats Dan and he becomes part of it, and he looks like a skeleton cyborg driving the motorcycle but it turns out he is just dreaming and dies.  They don’t show any more boobs and then Alice goes to fight Freddy in the dream world and everything is all upside down while Alice’s friend goes to find Freddy’s mom’s bones and lay them to rest or something and she does and then Freddy comes out of Alice and they are like part of the same person but fighting each other then Freddy’s Mom shows up and tells Jacob to unleash the power on Freddy so Jacob barfs these souls on Freddy and they tear baby Freddy out of Freddy’s body and Freddy’s mom picks up baby Freddy who looks all crazy and Freddy goes into his Mom’s belly and then tries to rip his way out and then dies forever.  It was AWESOME.

Haha, seriously it was kind of sweet.  It doesn’t make a lick of sense, but it really does try to make something interesting, and as far as the kill scenes and the dream sequences are concerned, it succeeds.  I was drawn to the bits in the asylum, where they use all these Terry Gilliam type camera angles to re-create Freddy’s gruesome conception, and the non-CGI effects looked pretty great, especially in the case of Dan, who really does become some kind of freaked out man/motorcyle hybrid.  Check out the full death scene below, the original version, with a few extra moments that they cut out of all later releases. That mechanical Freddy face FREAKED me out. I’m not sure how I saw it since it wasn’t in the trailer, but I have distinct memories of picturing that damn face underneath my bed or in my closet.

Along with that scene, and the occasional boob-showing, 9 year old me would have really liked when Mark, the comic book nerd, becomes one of his superheroes and fights back.  27 year old me was kind of bummed by it because at that point in the series, there had been so many points where one of the kids uses some crazy powers to fight back, with the same results every time.  The formula goes:  Freddy scares them or injures them in some really personal way, they use their power, get a few hits in on Freddy, and then he kills them anyway.  For once, I wanted to feel like someone had a chance, and that is where I want the remake to go, to play up the bad-ass aspect of the kids fighting back, and actually give them a shot.  If these remakes go on, and I kind of hope they do, I can’t wait to see what they do with part 3.  Other than that, these movies really have a chance to play up the subconscious torture and surrealism of dreams, and I think with modern budgets and effects, they could do some truly amazing things onscreen.  Not that they will.  AND FURTHERMORE (I’ve already taken this WAY into nerd territory, so why stop now) I want to see what its like for Freddy in the offseason, to see him brooding over his shitty little dreamworld and show him setting things in motion to return.  Like that part in Beetlejuice where Beetlejuice is chilling underground bored as hell and reading a newspaper.  That was awesome and a little creepy.

Alright, that’s about it.  Now, with that out of the way i can go see the terrible remake and get on my with pointless waste of a Nightmare on Elm Street watching life.  Ugh city.  Next up is either Popcorn, or Body Parts, because Popcorn is really hard to find.  Thanks for reading!

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