If You Film It, They Will Come

Okay, after my self-imposed one-day exile to the country with my cousin Anwar, I was focused and ready to resume my budding cinematic career. I was all set to start a film that John Fuess was directing. Tragedy struck Friday night, however. John's mom had a stroke. My thoughts and prayers are still with him and his family. I sent him an e-mail telling him that we understand. Movies can be pushed back. Family is everything. That's what I'm starting to realize. I did handle the sound on Keenon's film, though. It was cool. Rod, Keenon, Ruth, Hank, and myself were hanging out. We watched a rough cut of the opening sequence. Keenon shot it in a helicopter. Man, the Pyramid and Fed-Ex Forum look very different from up there. The opening sequence also included a song by the Tim Terry Experience. Google them, people. Good Memphis Soul music. Everybody ain't D.Jay...You know it's hard out here for a...Man, I've gotta get that song out my head! Okay. Saturday went smooth. Everybody picked on me (as usual), but I quit caring. I chilled out. I laughed. Sunday, the main person that we planned to shoot with canceled. Yesterday, we shot at the Bel Air Bar and Grill. I came by late after I got off work to show moral support since it was near my job. We filmed people shooting pool and drinking. One guy was real belligerent and made a comment that I could have taken as racial. I just tried to rise above the foolishness. Independent filmmaking, there's nothing like it. Hopefully, Keenon's film will be done, and then, Rod, the homegirl Arnita (Westwoood!) and I can focus on Rod's next project. I'm ready for finished projects, premieres, and film festivals. Hopefully, I'll get my wish soon. Be easy.