You'll notice my name isn't the sole listing as contributor to this 1-Trick Pony of a posting vessel. David Mckay, who posts about as often as I wash my hair on the weekends, has been a hard-working sonova this past year. He quit his safe and comfy job as an art director in the advertising world and proceeded to pour blood, sweat and tears into a black void known to a choice few as Endie Filmmahkin'. His own, and a number of poached liters from a number of cute & cuddly creatures.
Countless iterations of a script, sinkholes of WTF-am-I-doing, blistering moments of soul-sustaining creativity, several months worth of frustrated outbursts from his girl {cough.} and a spontaneously combusting credit card brings him to this precipice - the finish of the film is just within reach.
It took a group of fantastic people, true dedication and artistic vision to make it happen. If you have a few quarters in your pocket, help him see this through at his Kickstarter page. Maybe then I can stop carrying him piggyback on ES, and would get a datenight some place other than Arby's. If I have to eat any more curly fries, I will punch a baby.
Showing posts with label suicide watch. Show all posts
Showing posts with label suicide watch. Show all posts
Wednesday, November 17, 2010
Saturday, January 24, 2009
Au Revoir Simone
Anyone for a foursome? Hahahahaha, I’m dirty. Here’s another remix, what am I thinking? I like to jazzercise to the second half of this song.
A Violent Yet Flammable World (Montag Remix)
Friday, January 23, 2009
Mumford and Sons
I found this 4-leaf on a 3-Quarter Moon last week. Like their Irish cousin across the pond, Damien Rice, these lads from London know how to implode the soul with simple and straightforward lyrics. I compare them to Rice because they sound a bit like him here, but they’re way more folksy and bluegrassy than he is. I’d also swear they’re from Ireland, but I can’t seem to find any evidence that supports that theory.
Disclaimer: This song may induce sudden shortness of breath, fatigue, outbursts of tears, heart explosion and wrist bleeding. Get your smiling in now and listen at your own risk.
Liar
Wednesday, January 7, 2009
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