This past week has been an unsettling dreamlike jaunt through the past ten years of my life. Just when I had finally started to readjust to the uptempo groove of New York City, I was back in Maryland donning the painter's garb. But that was shortlived, for the very next day it was off to Nashville to rendezvous with Carol. But that was even shorterlived, for we had to make our way to Athens for our good buddy Rebecca Coates' wedding (where I met her too-impossibly-cool-to-believe husband Jim Willingham; go here and listen to one of his best songs, "The Gift": www.myspace.com/ham1). Having lived in Athens for a hot, long summer back in 1997, it was strange to return to that town, where I have some distant, yet visceral, memories. After one-and-a-half days there, however, it was back to Nashville for one more full day before returning to Maryland, where I'm donning the painter's garb until Saturday.
I don't know what any of this means. As if I weren't unsettled enough already about my uncertain life, being in so many familiar places only spun me into a further knot of confusion. Where should I be living? I have absolutely no idea. What should I be doing? I have even less of an idea about that.
I mean, not really, I guess. I have officially begun to bite my teeth into the Silver Jews documentary, which might just be the coolest project in the history of the world (if you're into that sort of thing, that is). I was just in Final Cut, poking around at all the raw footage, and I had this really corny wave of excitement, like, is this really footage that I shot with my camera? I just hope we can get it into shape and capture the magic of the actual experience. Cross your fingers for me and Matt (especially you, Joos fans).
I think this is just another minor phase of Yang trying to funk with my program. Not to mention the fact that I'm ten days away from the one-year anniversary of The Greatest Week Ever/The Greatest Story Ever Told, which has me feeling like a fragile, ashamed moron.
What does this have to do with indie film, you ask? Well, how about this...
Perhaps you've read about the Lonelygirl15 YouTube revelation?
So, those three Randy Newmans have signed a contract with CAA? Ha! Meanwhile, I was just selected by Filmmaker Magazine as one of their "25 New Faces of Independent Film" for having directed a feature film that made a bit of a splash on the 2006 film festival circuit, yet I've been flat-out rejected by agencies because my work is either "too indie" or they "don't get it." Double ha!
But fear not, because there is a kernel of hope. I don't want to jinx things, but I will say that not everyone has turned a cold shoulder to me. That's not to say that I've signed any major label deals, but I also have a few windows of opportunity that are still open to me (hopefully I can tell you all about it later).
I purposely wasn't posting any updates because I knew this was going to happen. Of course, I could always close this program right now without saving and publishing it, but that would be too noble a gesture. Instead, I will send it into the electronic atmosphere for you to read through embarrassed fingers.