78's - Beauty-ful things

Like I mentioned, when you make a movie about a DJ - a movie, not a radio special - you gotta fill the screen with something. And one easy way for some good looking visuals is to go to the record closet for some close up's of 78 RPM records from the 1950's, the 50's being the tail end of the 78 record as pop artifact.

The Courtesy Of A Reply...

It sometimes seems that the proliferation of film festivals follows logically from the proliferation of good-to-excellent quality small-budget cameras and editing gear. Or maybe some festivals, with somewhat high entry fees, are around to make a nice pile of money. Likely, most of the former, some of the latter.

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

When I was dreaming up this film, it went through all sorts of conceptual re-makes. And as it was self-produced and edited, I never wrote much down, kept the running order up in my head. It was my intent at one point to spend a chunk of time talking about the demise of local radio that was brought on by the pro-industry communications legislation overhaul/giveaway of the late 90's. Here Pat had been on the air since the 50's serving his community brilliantly, and he was taken off his last station (WYZE) with no fanfare, no goodbye at all, as smaller stations all over the US were consolidated.

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.





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tom