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[Sep. 8th, 2009|01:43 am] |
Seems I have achieved some things that eat other things in this, the most b-grade of my films, strange, this was made out of escaping the nightmare of making a nightmare that turned into some kind of video experimentation rather than the actual nightmare, this is like, a silent journey that has been transcribed by oscar the grouch. its too epic, its too weird, it feels like a demo to something that is much bigger, would almost need a an Avatar kind of wait and budget to be fully explored and presented. But I guess that is the joy of B-grade, the thoughts are all there its the limitations that make it into something else. I hope expectations are not too high. Essentially I have four short films, two, which could be cut, one that is stand alone and one that needs the explanation. It certainly isn't my finest hour but still shows my evolution. I will finish this one, then focus on my bigger yet simpler idea, I plan to take some serious time with the next one, take it back to analogue and focus on the line I will never be able to get out off my head: In beauty there is tragedy. I still have a lot of growing to do. I apologise if my immaturity gets old |
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[Sep. 3rd, 2009|01:46 am] |
Lets get b-grade, lets get modern, making a film that is akin to the music of Eric Copeland mixed with Grouper and a bit of dem old Flaming Lips. Bring out your 80s children and experiment with them in current underground trends. I want colour crayons and a tv set under the sheets, that is what I'm aiming for. Thats how I might screen it. Get wit it |
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| gotta sleep, na, hey, write on the internet. Hey. Wanna have a peek? Yeah, go on. |
[Jan. 30th, 2009|12:27 am] |
Melbourne, she touched me. Neil Young. Defining point of my life. The joy was incredible. It was an incredible performance. Love forever. The Victorian National Gallery. Holy fuck yes, the art they hold, the inspiration I acquired, just pure joy. The contemporary gallery, so sweet, a magical wee exhibition, right up my ally indeed. The atmosphere. The smiling faces. the lack of 'fag' calls. The wonderful random conversations. The considered architecture. Just want to put my head down and make some more sound, some more visual, some more words, some more money to fund it all. This, as I have imagined since I got into Fine Arts, will probably be my last full year in Christchurch before I go and see some other worlds. Also I've been thinking a lot about human behavior lately. Its interesting looking around and seeing what everyone does to themselves. Mostly I'm feeling a little prickly about peoples thoughts on their own existence and where they place themselves. Self-importance, there is way too much pressure put on this. Wait, sounds like a ramble is a-coming, and its too late for that. Off to sleep or read some ol' Jung. I'll wave and smile if I see you. |
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[Dec. 26th, 2008|02:00 pm] |
| [ | Tags | | | fucunt | ] |
| [ | Current Location |
| | Mums 70s castle | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Mix CD, The Knife, can't remember the name of the song. | ] |
So I guess its the time to be reflective? eh? I can't help but look forward, I usually think of things as they happen, then look at my past two years later, more interesting to see what happened to get you to the points you are at I say. I say a lot, or little, both, depending on mood and such. Its a beautiful day in Akaroa, chillin' with my sis, little Maddie keeps popin in and informing us to look at her and the things shes doing. Kids eh? So full of attention and noise, thats ok tho, I was like that, you were like that too, everyone still is really. Children never really grow up, they just kind of learn the rules better and learn how to talk in complex sentences, and even simpler sentences, or use their inside voice, and get horny now and again. Kids eh? Attachments, dangerous things, keep your outside eye open, this served me well this year. Infidelities, I always seem more affected, although I gained some important and caring friends out of them. Never own your friends, I get frustrated sometimes with people who try to own me, think I'm theirs. I just want to be a raspberry bush. Three things to write, another, another and another. 6? maybe more, possible less if I give myself the chance. New year? Goodbye milk. Not eggs, keeping you. But milk goodbye. Saturday, scene wars, people don't like criticism, you just know they won't make it. Too much ego, shouldn't show someone else anything. Coffee. Im addicted. Not giving up, only for the world. |
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[Nov. 10th, 2008|01:16 pm] |
Havn't been here for a while
Updates n sheeeeeeet:
1) Might be playing as the support act for local band The Shocking Pinks, regardless of never having releasing anything, possessing any comprehensible musical skills or every performing live. Might try to wiggle out of it, although everyone loves noise music right? I do! It still sounds better than Bang Bang Eche, and they seem to be popular, so who knows.
2) Slowly getting positive feedback from this: http://vimeo.com/2014062 Took me a while to do, so Im happy enough with it.
3) Doing a few summer school courses to keep my mind on track
4) writing a few script ideas up, many eggs many eggs!
5) Won a lot of sweet vouchers for a cartoon I did, not the best thing I've done, but I was drunk and it was better than the only other entry
6) Going to go see Neil Young in Melbourne!
7) Unsurprising disappointment with the election, I hope that more people pay attention to politics. If you don't you should, these people make the rules in which you and I live in, why does no-one think about their vote? Why does no-one take the 10 minutes to look over the policies? ITS NOT HARD PEOPLE
8) I am the egg-man |
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| In tragedy there is beauty |
[May. 25th, 2008|05:40 pm] |
| [ | Current Location |
| | the labyrinth | ] |
| [ | mood |
| |  contemplative | ] |
| [ | music |
| | I Am A Child - Neil Young | ] |
Hey devo.
20 years of age (oh to be on sugar mountain). Making the hardest film yet, like this has really gotten to me, too much info and ideas I want to show the audiance, and it would be helpful if i could show them all to give people the whole picture. Oh well sacrifice eh? I hope it comes togeather, for my own sanity. I'm also co-directing a play at the moment based on a movie that was based on a book. Crazy huh? Oh, its the Graduate, you know that one with Dustin Hoffmen in it, "are you trying to seduce me Mrs Robintson", yeah good times, should be quite a watchable number. Many things to overcome this year, many goals to achive, don't want to end up editing peoples home videos now. Still hoping that suggestion was some kind of joke. Hope the cosmos are treating you well. Happy birthday baldy.
The boy. |
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| Late night workings |
[May. 14th, 2008|02:47 am] |
| [ | Current Location |
| | Me home | ] |
| [ | mood |
| | awake | ] |
| [ | music |
| | the strange sounds of Riccarton at night | ] |
Sometimes you can forget amazing things, while transcribing i found this wee gem "I think if you go up one path then you can go up your arse." Amazing. I'm feeling good about this doco, paper editing and transcribing is horrid and remind me that all I want to do is write, shoot, direct and edit, no fucking paper work thankyou. I'm going to shoot my own phycadelic light show at some point this week for my credits. Hopefully it will be for the best. I can feel that this doco is going to resolve itself, I'm happy with the beginning and I think I can compress it all into less tahn 15 minutes. This is specking from the view point of not acctully tackling the reality of bringing the guts of it into form, I may be singing a diffrent tune next week.
Other updates: My improv is going down hill a bit latly, but i'm not going to work on that untill The graduate and this doco is done with, then I'm going to go straight into some serious vocal work, which i do think will help me get rid of my doubts and fears and insecure feelings that I seem to be under when I get on a stage of late. I have a wild idea for my end of year film, its going to be dark and choc full of wank as per usaul, but those who love wank will proberly hate it while those who love pure gore will be a little weirded out by it and I'm looking foward to going away somewhere for a little bit. I hope.
Hamish out.
Oh some of my doodles are on this blog: http://mountpleasantmusic.blogspot.com/ someone said they were good, I think they havn't seen alot of good drawings, fool. I only draw your attention to it because I love the ludicrousy of the thesis he came up for them. |
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| Gotcha |
[May. 6th, 2008|01:32 am] |
| [ | Current Location |
| | Upstairs | ] |
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| |  discontent | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Christmas Time (Is Here Again) - The Beatles | ] |
Essay time. I don't want to waste my time with boring shit like this that I learn nothing from and gain no new appreciation or view point. So I procrastinate. This doco is chugging along and all I want to do right now is bury my head deep into it, I'm going to need to be ruthless and use some creative editing to get a slick product I can be happy with, hell, maybe even proud this time around. I've come to relise over the past wee while al I want to do is make films, stepping back a bit from making films, and I crave it, I need it, I want to die doing it, I know that sounds all wanky n shit, if someone reading this does think that, why should I give a shit? I shouldn't. I have got ideas, I've got too many ideas, each dissgustingly more complex and pretentious as the next, but no more than any other idea anyone can have, its all in the treatment, some are pure c-grade, which suits my cup of tea just fiiiiiiiiine. I'm a little disturbed at the moment with humans, they seem more and more like animals, I think its becoming more and more clear that I've sat in the same town for far too long. I've got to make sure I can finacially do what I want to do when I leave Uni, nothing would depress me more than to know I can never leave ChCh and I have a nowhere job. |
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| Jesus, he is mad, mad for baby meat at low low prices! |
[Apr. 15th, 2008|11:47 pm] |
Oh what a wee scamp he is too. Flying on his magic broom all the way up there, sprinkling his magic dust of fun and joy down on the dead and happily dying. Children of life and springtime flowers come out of their hiding and fest madly on them, blood dripping down their fat greasy little chins. Limbs are particulary tender this time of year. What a joy.
What the hell does this all mean?
I have work to do, thats what.
Updates: almost to my goal to be vegi, still worry about it all tho. I feel happy. I feel in control. I'm getting a little bit more productive each day. Many ideas coming up, all linked, but diffrent enough. Doco still laking a winning stream, but it will get there, much to do yet. Come fest on autumn with me and Jesus won't you? |
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| Wank Tank. |
[Oct. 14th, 2007|11:53 pm] |
Mint Chicks gig was fucking awsome. Front row for the whole show, moshed and got all sweety, fantastic, they are, fantastic. Speackers in my ears and the band in my face, touch them when they allowed it. Made new friends, found some old ones, amazing. Ears throbed, felt fantastic. Film is coming along, strangly I don't find it weird enough, oh no you may say, sounds like a fine arts wank fest. Well, i do go to fine arts, so whatever, but, i dunno, could be ok we shall see. Seems to be coming togeather so easier to understand? Which I find, something strange. I dunno, I userlly get told its "...blah...blah...blah...but weird" with everything I do, so maybe it is, hopefully not too weird but weird in a way that you can watch and get into. Who knows!? Friday, scriptless was fun, very fun, loads of fun, thank you all involved, thankyou watching eyes. Here comes the week of extrem editing, the only kind I like. Hope this rant thing isn't too wanky for ya'll. Maybe. Not really. Radiohead, hello, you rub me the right way. |
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| We met again. |
[Oct. 8th, 2007|04:00 am] |
| [ | Current Location |
| | The Womb | ] |
| [ | mood |
| | bored | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Look at me list | ] |
Hello internet notepad.
Whats up? Thats right. Hamish needs to occupy that weird part of the night where sleep stops then goes back on, or won't or, wait, no, before sleep thing? Sleep no have so need to bore self? Inneresting. Morals become more and more unclear by the day. Wowzer. People, catch up, nice. Film, slow downed by computer being a pussy. Eyes going in funny directions. Yeah, I found that thing where you do this and thought, hey, this will be 5 secounds of slight amusement. Must try. Must do.. Here goes...
So, here's how it works:
1. Open your library (iTunes, Winamp, Media Player, iPod, etc)
2. Put it on shuffle
3. Press play
4. For every question, type the song that's playing
5. When you go to a new question, press the next button
6. Don't lie and try to pretend your cool...
Opening Credit: Shaking Paper by Cat Power
Waking Up: Piano Thing by Muse
First Day of School: Girl Anachronism by Dresden Dolls
Falling in Love: Never Never by Peter Doherty
Fight Song: You Can't Steal My Love by Mando Diao
Breaking Up: Fewer Words by Badly Drawn Boy
Prom: Who's to Say by The White Stripes
Life: Sugar Kane by Sonic Youth
Mental breakdown: Miles Away by Yeah Yeah Yeahs
Driving: Make Love To You by Stills-Young Band
Flashback: Been A Son (Radio Appearance) by Nirvana
Final Battle: Some Velvet Morning by Nancy Sinatra & Lee Hazelwood
Funeral Song: The Horrible Fanfare/Landslide/Exoskeleton by Beck
End Credit: Don't Cry by Neil Young
um, weird. My REAL film's soundtrack is coming along weirdly. I am pretention in a bottle. |
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| Time Away! |
[Jun. 25th, 2007|09:33 am] |
| [ | Current Location |
| | The Womb | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Sea of Love - Tom Waits | ] |
Time time time. It ain't on my side. I want to blast the walls with noise. MAKE THE HOUSE SHAKE! But nay, too many sleepers. Iv'e been up since five and I'm full of energy. My mind needs to learn the proper times to be awake. Damn him and his weirdness. Want a weird day, I do, I do. I do. |
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| A Nail In The Forehead Would Be Nice Right About ... Now. |
[Jun. 12th, 2007|03:46 am] |
| [ | Current Location |
| | My big blue chair. | ] |
| [ | mood |
| | Like a pedophile in a morgue | ] |
| [ | music |
| | I Can't Stand It - The Velvet Underground | ] |
PRO CRAS TIN-A-RIN-TIN-TIN-IN A NATE
Essay. You are so god damn, mother fucking, pope sucking, kiddy fiddling, granny sniffing, bitch wiffing annoying. Stay up late? Don't mind If I DO. Finish my essay, only because I have to.
In other news from the desk of the right reverned G O D
Finished my film to showable level. Showed it. People laughed. Or there was a lot of chocking going on. I dunno, I was listning to the soundtrack. Someone yelled something. Don't know what. I think it was hang that man. Can't be sure. Showed it to my grandparents the next day. I don't know if they got it. Crazy critters. Have an idea for the next one. Impossible idea. So impossible I might attempt it. Wearing a open faced moto-ceecal helmet and sunglasses because I think thats funny to do at this time. Ho. Ho. HEEEEEE. Essay. Still needs words. Boogie Woogie. Coffee. Coffee. Coffee. Coffee. God. I hate doing this essay. I just don't know what the next thing to rant about is. Maybe the use of. Erm. Your mum? Yeah. Yeah. Treats. Time to make more toast I think. See if I can be sneeky with my big boots on. After this song. Funky.
Till next time I'm bored and avoiding neccessary work.
Wish You Were Here.
Your pal. Cortez. |
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| Post for posting a post. Ho ho, how witty. |
[May. 25th, 2007|05:09 pm] |
| [ | mood |
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| [ | music |
| | Last Trip To Tulsa - Neil Young | ] |
Ho ho ho ho. Inneresting day. Inneresting week. Family is in a weird state of it's weird life. Friends seem to think they know what's best for me, very irritating and annoying. Today I'm in no mood for such interferance. Think think think. In a not sure mood. Seem to be somewhere else. Maybe. Still a-waiting my footage. I need it. I hope I don't have to wait for much longer (it's been over a week now) might have a heart attack. Only if I feel like it. I think I'm being complacent, must change that. Looking foward t the extended period where I can just write. I'm in the mood but today is a day for thinking. Ahhh, here's the song I've been waiting for. Delicious. Can't rember what I wanted to post, intreging. Can you tell? Naaaaaah. Oh well. Happy Birthday Daddyo. 52. |
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| Bob mother fucking Dylan. |
[May. 24th, 2007|01:53 am] |
| [ | Tags | | | fuck. yes. | ] |
| [ | Current Location |
| | The Batcave | ] |
| [ | mood |
| |  like a bumble bee on steriods | ] |
| [ | music |
| | I Want You - Bob Dylan | ] |
The man himself, BOB DYLAN is coming to our little city!!!!!!!!!!! I never thought this would happen!! YAY!!!! Crack open the champain, get excited, yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes!!!!!!!!! I did a little jig when Ifound out. I'm all jittery!!! |
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| Finally, something from the most important being in this god damn world. |
[Apr. 12th, 2007|01:17 am] |
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I want to get fit again. Believe it or not, humble readers, I used to be fit, I used to have great upper-body strengh, I used to have random simple boxing with my dad, (use the shoulder as a sheild, fake puches, so the real one counts, all that shit). I used to walk my dog at the very LEAST once a week. I used to bike every single day. I used to, so fuck it, I'm gonna be a pig-headed freeck of fucking nature and run, and do phisical shit. Because as much as I love to write random shit that will never see the light of day, as much as I love to edit and as much as I love to listen and watch shit that makes me feel better than everyone, I'm anti-social, full of myself and need social contact. I need to run, and expose of my energy, so I can focus myself. If you don't know allready (which you proberly don't know) I've been writting a story of sorts. It's quite sick, I need to get rid of all that stupid fucking angst in the morning, and then just drink some drinks and laugh at stupid people in town. So this, weird as it may seem, is my way of asking. Does anyone want to met up in town tomorrow, maybe have a few drinks before hand late at night?? I finish GT at 10, anyone going to that dreaded place tomorrow?? Anyone wanna sing some karakoe at the tree house or just shot some shit? Because I'm gonna be there tomorrow. Lets make some plans fuckers!!!! |
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| Beware: I could be honest |
[Jan. 20th, 2007|03:37 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | hungry | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Take This Waltz - Leonard Cohen | ] |
Meme o' the day: reply to this and...
1. I'll respond with something random about you.
2. I'll challenge you to try something.
3. I'll pick a color that I associate with you.
4. I'll tell you something I like about you.
5. I'll tell you my first/clearest memory of you.
6. I'll tell you what animal you remind me of.
7. I'll ask you something I've always wanted to ask you.
8. If I do this for you, you must post this in your journal. |
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