Saturday, April 10, 2010
Monday, March 22, 2010
And the hits just keep on coming!
Hey.... At last, more stuff! How long has it been, dear internet?? Well I am pretty much going 7 days a week with this edit in New Orleans, so there hasn't bee a lot of time to post new Alley Pat Clips.... but now, four new ones. So get clickin' - here we go!
First....
Here we have a little side bar about Kansas City Jazz. Now the film is 98% about Atlanta, but Pat told this KC story one afternoon, and I made a little segment out of it. In the back of my head at the time I was thinking maybe if there is a Kansas City Film Festival, this little piece would help the film win a slot. AS IF this film was going to any festivals at all, ha ha ha. Well, lo and behold, there IS a Kansas City Film Festival, and yes, as of last week WE”RE IN!
Next, in the 1980's Pat used to come with his jazz/R&B on at 3PM on WYZE, after they station had played gospel/religious all day up till then. Inevitably, he'd grab a preacher who was still in the studios, drag him on to his show, and they would tangle....
Next, the secret is revealed. Why the Alley Pat film has “The Music Is Recorded” in its title. I always wanted that line in there, even though it doesn't make a lot of sense on the face of it. Not even Alley Pat himself really gets it. It is kind of a half surreal non-sequitur, tangentially related, but a sort of a draw-you-in mystery. Am I over thinking this?
Finally, A slight departure in style from the rest of the film. Pat's old audio of a hotel commercial, juxtapositioned with contemporary stills of the hotel before it was torn down for condos.
OK back to work. For me. And maybe you.
tom in new orleans
Thursday, February 18, 2010
Here's the poster!
Friday is premiere day, and Saturday too
Im in New Orleans right now, still recovering from an astonishingly wonderful Mardi Gras day, thank you, but will fly in for this, as it is my first film festival screening for anything I've produced/directed.
The pressures of working on the documentary underway here have kept me from updating this blog very much, but I'll be happy to report back on how the screenings went.
Friday, January 22, 2010
78's - Beauty-ful things
Monday, January 11, 2010
The Courtesy Of A Reply...
I'm noticing on my Withoutabox page that 4 festivals I entered have now chosen their line-ups. But so far, only 2 Official Selection notices (Macon and Swansea Wales) and zero rejection notices (Oxford MS and Beaufort SC) have arrived in the e-mail box. C'mon Oxford and Beaufort, you can send me a rejection letter, I can take it. It is better than nothing, and I mean that, esp in that I sent over $100 your way to put my li'l film in your consideration queue.
Granted, the last rejection note I got - last year from the Sarasota Film Festival for a different film - turned into a huge goat rodeo. An intern there accidentally sent a generic rejection note to some 300 e-address at once, and put all 300 in the TO field. Oopsie! I sat on that e-mail all day, and finally with some trepidation replied to ALL about our shared grief and woe over our rejection from this minor festival... and there was an outpouring of cyber bonding, and a Sarasota Rejects Fringe Festival was born.
Hmmm, re-reading these Sarasota Herald-Tribune articles remind me of just how much trouble I caused with that last rejection letter.
Maybe Oxford and Beaufort are not overwhelmed, just wise.
OK, lets watch a clip! Here's great two minute clip about how it all began, and how scared Pat was when he first started on the air. As noted previously, there ain't a scrap of surviving tape from the 1950's of Pat on the air. So we cue up Pat playing 50's blues in the 1980's, and line it up with some actual radio schedules from WERD provided by the Auburn Avenue Library Archives here in town... and we are good to GO!
Soapbox, briefly
But this planned foray in to corporate radio drama put a drag on the film as a whole. I reduced the section to just a passing reference... making my point and moving on.
Stay tuned.... subscribe... many more clips coming.
tom