My youngest brother (who’s barely a teenager and already in college) wrote and directed a short film for the RØDE Reel competition, which invited participants to make a sub-five-minute feature utilizing their on-camera microphone.
The film stars actor Austin McCarthy, American Idol-ist Jesaiah Baer, and late-night-talk host Motown Maurice.
Give the finished project a look below:
Bene scribete.
A sheep was shorn for sure this morn,
Her fabric torn to self-adorn.
I could have sworn this sheep was born
To, at our scorn, be never worn.
Bene scribete.
I’ve been looking at a lot of houses these past couple months.
On Thursday, while wandering through a pretty decent tri-level, I saw something unexpected in the dining room – a hole in the ceiling above the table. And I don’t mean some nasty, haphazard, accidental hole. This hole was large, perfectly rectangular, and even framed, complete with a couple bars of trim segmenting it like a window to the second story.
Why would there be a hole in the dining room ceiling? Why would there be a hole in the floor upstairs? What could be directly above this room that would possibly make that a desired feature? I stepped closer to get a better look at what was in the room above.
Now, I’m going to be honest with you. When I peered up through that hole, for one brief moment, sure as sure things, the following thought legitimately took residence my mind (a very tiny fraction of a second, mind you, but long enough to actively acknowledge myself actually, for realsies, having it):
Oh, what the f***, why is there an upside-down table hanging from the ceiling upstairs!?
But, you know, I was looking at a mirror.
Bene scribete.
I haven’t posted anything music-related in a little while, so I figured I’d share a little something I’ve been working on.
I was asked to do the music for a short film of my brother’s, and this was the demo chosen out of the handful I put together for it. I was going for kind of an ’80s noir vibe with it.
Hope you enjoy!
Bene scribete.
Drink the panda’s ale!
(I guess I had forgotten
That pandas could fly.)
Bene scribete.
Writin' Fish 