Subliminal Films

So I finally got around to creating a blip.tv page for Subliminal Films. Now everyone can look to one place to find trailers for my feature films, music video I do, whatever.

Check it out:

subliminalfilms.blip.tv

or just

subliminalfilms.org

Currently up are the two Spires that in the Sunset Rise trailers for Hecate’s Moon and the Chronicle trailer with the Chicago Underground Trio. More to come soon including Wolfeyes, Magik Markers, Absolute Body Control and many more!

birthdays and airplanes

So its been a week since my birthday and I have had time to digest two events that happened on my last days in NYC.

First was my birthday day. Randy and I got some breakfast and then he headed to the airport to fly back west. I figured I would lay low and write and enjoy the day but knew I was going to stop by Pete Nolan’s to drop off a dvd of the Magik Markers film.

Pete invited me out to a party at what I believe was the No Neck Blues Band loft in Harlem. We headed out and then Pete said, “do you know about the Source Family?” Vaguely I remember some commune, guys in white beards, psych rock. I said “yeah,” well its turns out the party we were headed to was by and for them. An evening of insanely good music, great vegetarian food and beautiful people in a way that seems out of place in New York but all the more alluring just the same.

All Praise Father Yod = yahowha.org/

Then the next day I was sitting peacefully at the airport, having arrived on time and without hassle when I hear the words “grounded” and my flight number over the intercom. But it would take me almost 30 minutes of standing in line and hearing gossip from stewardesses that the airline had grounded all of the type of plane I was on and that meant 300 jets would not fly starting right then. American Airlines dumped thousands of people at the last second knowing full well for weeks that they were going to have to comply with the FAA. After an hour I got a transfer flight from American on a 8 pm United that left at 11. Got into Chicago at 2am.

I did get to sit next to and meet Kid Sister (myspace.com/kidsister), up and coming hiphop artist and recent MTV Spring break host. Look for her new show on MTV this fall and her video all over starting yesterday. She rules, I have never seen someone put away People Magazine and get out the Economist so effortlessly.

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day of birth

Why is it that when we are familiar with a place it gives us more comfort? What is it about knowing that creates a sense of personal connection between place and person?

The vague grey days of New York linger around me, Randy Lee has just departed for the west again, having flown in to help me shoot the Wolfeyes shows. Today I am 34, and unlike most who count the beginning of their year with the calendar of Gregory I count the beginning of my year with today, my day of birth.

So today I start the year that lays before me, the winter still clinging to the earth like the barren hand of some lost love. Its heart drawing blood in its inability to let go. But soon spring will be full throttle and color and light will rule the world.

I see a lot of actions before me this year, a real change of place and person of work and growth that will come into bloom like the spring I am in. The path is a bit daunting sometimes but in the least I am hopeful.

Grandma

The soft touch of
the felt alphabet you had cut
out for me still lingers,

almost as clear as the
sing song of words
that is Yankee Doodle in Polish.

My memories remain sharp
of days drinking chocolate milk
after school

And the taste of your
scrambled eggs like a
icon in my mind

You who were so many
different people to
so many different people

Your polish faded but lingered
your coffee with creme and sugar.

When I was still a day dreaming boy
your home was a paradise
A safe place when no place felt safe

I learned more from you
than from any school
argued for decades over ideas
and opinions, listening to
Boots Randolph and Hank Williams Sr

And my only regret is that
my daughter will not
know you as I did

I will always miss talking to you.