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23.8.06 Whipcrack Karma

Lady Luck, rough mistress mine, gives with her lily-white left hand, and with her red right hand she takes. So it goes, so it has always been. Examples to follow.

UP: got picked up to direct the DVD extras for a horror film called Credo a week ago. Having a blast on set (it's going to be a great little film), getting fantastic footage. I've always loved documentary shooting, that pure grabbing moments of time. One of the stars is ex Boyzone singer Stephen Gately, who is utterly sweet and far more down to earth than someone of his fame should be.

DOWN: Last weekend. "It was excellent in parts," demurred the Curate.

UP: Said weekend caused me to write my first blues song, and actually get up off my arse and sign up for blues guitar lessons.

DOWN: Knocked off my bike today and sprained my left wrist. My writing wrist. I can't put any pressure on it without nausea.

UP: Snap-slated to direct another music video, which will also involve directing (on three cameras) and editing a film of a circus performance. It's terrifically exciting, and given the outrageous amount of other work I have on, it may just break me. But as we used to say in Etchells sailing, if you're not over the line early at least a third of the time, you're really not racing.

DOWN: My short The Swain (think Buster Keaton meets the Coen Brothers) didn't get picked up for ScreenSouth's digital shorts funding. I don't know whether it was the kilos of coke, the happy slapping, or the homosexual subplot that put them off handing me taxpayers' money... or perhaps they just bear no love for silent film. A shame, as Flipron were on to do the score, and I had an excellent cinematographer lined up. I've also submitted something to the BBC New Music Shorts scheme, but that's equally wrong (giant CGI hula dancers and nodding dogs, drunk CD players making magic, bad mothering, small children robbing banks...). I hold out little hope that Auntie will smile on my peculiar brand of cinematic madness.

And now for some audience participation. The producer of Credo has asked me to cut together some of my behind-the-scenes footage for the website. The only non-boring way I can think of doing this is cutting it to a song. Thus, if you are in a band, and you have a good, rocking tune that you think would be fun to stick some demon-summoning horror-film images to, please get in touch. You'd need to release (on a non-exclusive basis) some usage rights, and I'm afraid all we can offer is publicity and a big old credit in the film (plus possible inclusion in the film, which would involve you getting actual money). The shame is, I heard a rough mix of a perfect tune the other day - it was even called "Satan's Favourite Rock and Roll Song". But for a variety of reasons too tedious to explain, I must look elsewhere now.

Up, down, around we go, where she stops, nobody knows.

( 3:32 PM )

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