Jackie Boy Sings The Blues

07.12.2010
was the deadline that i've been stressing out about since march.
i've never worked this hard on a film before.
i've been doing this over the time period of 2 (going into 3) quarters of school.

the process was long and crazy and amazing. there were times in the middle of it that i panicked because i honestly had the thought "THIS is the career field i'm getting int? i can't do this for the rest of my life!"

but once all is said and done...once the waves of stress subside...it was amazing.
i've only been finished for about 1 day now and already i'm remembering it being a lot easier than i know it was. funny how memory works like that right? it likes to put a positive spin on things otherwise we'd probably never do anything more than once.

anyways, the 07-12-10 (yesterday) deadline was to be entered into the Art Institute section of the International Sacramento Film and Music Festival happening at the end this month. Several films are all being screened this weekend by judges i have never met and are not affiliated with the school (except for the fact that they're judges)

if mine is selected (that doesn't mean it wins) but it screens in downtown Sacramento at the Crest Theater on July 30th 6-9pm.
Ah! It sounds amazing. Seeing my work on a giant huge screen! and open to the public! it's the kind of absolutely terrifying I haven't felt since I was on stage.

it's always good to see you again

well. i've left/returned/arrived.
however you want to word it, really.

it's been 3 months and 26 days, but it feels like years.
-years since i've been myself.
every time i go through transitions like these i lose my sense of self.
what does that say?
mean?
really?
do i really need the people around me...and the places i visit to center myself?

what you do is not who you are.... right?
things are different now.
what do i have to say for myself?

"you are coming home
are you still alone
are you not the same as you used to be

as the sun grows high
and you serve your time
does each day just feel like
another lie

now you know
is it just for show
just a foolish game
that you hide behind

dont forget the nights
when it all felt right
are you not the same
as you used to be used to be

in a endless night
would you feel the fright
of the age that wasn't
could never be

so we hold it close
when we feel the most
like a love that we could not leave behind

we turn the wheel
to which way we feel
till our thoughts lift
i can not find you there

don't forget the nights
when it all felt right
are you not the same as you used to be
used to be

even if i try so hard
would we still be coming to an end
even if we spoke the same words
would we still return as friends
even if its simple from the start
we will give the pieces of the heart
and when there is nothing left to pretend
we will know its coming to an end
even if we try so hard
we will give pieces of our heart

its always good to see you again
even if its coming to an end"

hiding places

I play with sounds on frequencies that go between most ranges
So this one goes out to those of you that understand my language
For I’ve lost my old hiding places and there’s no where left to run
I’m staring at all the familiar faces-knowing it’s only just begun
All this has happened before...
...And all will happen again