Plus, and I don’t know if you noticed this because you’re not a film director like me, but there is no CG in any of my films. All practical effects.
I hope you get eaten by a donkey.
For example, the shield gag–in the business, we call that sort of thing a “gag”–was accomplished with nothing but a piece of twine.
You don’t say. What about Spidey’s descent into frame?
Also twine.
Wow. Seamless.
Ask me how many takes.
Was it–
One take.
–one take?
I insist on the first take. It is the rawest meat from which I will dine. First takes are truth! They are song! Plus: I’m only gonna do one take, so I might as well have some artistic bullshit to justify it.
Yup. Please stop repaying people’s kindness with whatever this is.
What’s wrong with you? Honestly; no joke: what is your problem?
There’s not just one.
No. Ran out of steak knives?
Why would you need more than one steak knife? How many steaks can you eat at a time?
Sure. Please stop doing this.
It’s educational!
Yeah, but not about the thing you think.
I shot according to the Dogma 95 rules, except I made the toga out of paper towel. And I didn’t have a purple marker, so I drew the stripe with the red and blue ones at the same time.
Again I repeat: what is wrong with you?
Besides the fact that I put society on trial every damn day?
The great Buzz Poole’s new book about Workingman’s Dead got here today. And, as you know, the 33 1/3 series of books are physically small, whereas the rest of the books I’ve been sent have been hefty tomes.
So you imagined the bigger books ganging up and tormenting Buzz’s book?
Yeah. It should send away for that Charles Atlas course.
Sure.
shaBOOOOOM
DECOMPRESSION SOUND
thMUPPF
sssssshhhhhhhhLLLLLLLLOOOOOOOORRRRRPPP
POP!
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Did you just shoot a hole in the fuselage of a 747, then throw yourself on the hole and then your whole body was sucked out through said hole?
Yup.
Cool.
You gonna actually read the thing or just play with it like an action figure?
Who can foretell the future?
At least tell the nice people where to buy the thing.
Right here
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No. That’s David Browne’s book, So Many Roads.
Good book.
Helluva book.
Here?
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Gans and Jackson.
Okay, what about here?
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Nothing over there, chief.
This is getting tedious.
For all involved.
Now?
No.
What about–
No.
–now?
Now.
YAAAAAAY
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Missed it.
Fuck you.
How did you manage to get the video sideways AND in portrait mode?
Most of the time, the innertubes are a terrible place full of capital letters and lies, but occasionally you find out that there are–and have been for a while–Japanese Deadheads.
The great (and greatly named) Buzz Poole even attests on Twitter that he saw a Dead tribute band in Osaka back in ’91, and not one made up of ex-pats and Marines and English teachers: the whole band: Japanese guys. Authentic ones; locally sourced. (Something as deeply weird and inspiring as the Dead making it to Japan is more than worthy of a plug: go pre-order Buzz’s new book on Workingman’s Dead. It’s part of the critically-acclaimed 33-and-a-third series and comes out in April and there are no spiders secreted within the books pages, probably.)
The odd thing is that this happened in Osaka. Kyoto? Sure. But, Osaka? Wow.
Anyway, the above picture comes from an old post on Friend of Thoughts on the Dead’s (FoTotD) David Gans’ website. A guy named Nabe threw a festival based around a band that never got within 3,000 miles of his home and 600 people showed up. Also: the bands–at least one of them–were not terrible.
ps I had originally intended to post that tape of Majestic Circus–whoever in God’s name they may be–simply as proof that the festival actually happened, but these guys are not bad at all. They are actually killing this Playing, and Fake Jerry-san has really got Garcia’s tone down. Also, they have clearly learned the words to Playing phonetically and that is always good for a laugh.
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