Well, the world conspired to give me a break the other day--for once. We finished shooting early Friday and decided to push Saturday morning's scene, leaving me free from basically 2pm Friday until 2pm Saturday. When I thought about what I was going to do with my free time, it smacked me in the face. This was the night my good buddies Of Montreal were playing in Orlando! When I called Dottie to confirm that this was, in fact, the case, she informed me that not only were they playing, but our good NYC friends Becca, Alison, and Ann were in town as well. I hopped in the car and got the fuck out of Jacksonville.
Upon arrival in downtown Orlando, I felt a weight lift, or a cloud pass, or some invisible burden disappear. Basically, I was returning to a world that wasn't bleak, hopeless, and depressing. I hope that spending two months in this town hasn't scarred me for life, but I do feel that I have a broader sadness within me that wasn't there before. I can't really explain it right now--still too scattered--but it just feels like this place has no real connection to the outside world. I don't know. I just can't wait to get out of here.
That said, we're still stampeding forward. There have been MANY kinks thrown at us in typical no-budget indie filmmaking fashion, but I'm determined to see this thing through to the finished print. Our editor, Dave Lahn, is flying down tomorrow to start chopping away so we'll know for sure if we need pick-ups or certain shots. This weekend's footage looks great.
But back to Of Montreal. I've been friends with Kevin, Jamey, and Dottie since the days of "Cherry Peel," so I can say that the acclaim and success that is finally coming their way is beyond overdue. Kevin Barnes is one of the few individuals that I know that warrants the term 'genius.' I didn't get to meet Alabee (his baby daughter), but I will hopefully do that soon. The show had some technical difficulties (Dottie and Jamey's keyboards broke and Kevin's amp literally caught on fire during the encore), but they still rocked it. Their set is a fucking hit PARADE at this stage in the game. I wish I could have joined them in Miami on Saturday night, but I had to return to the task at hand. Such is life.
Anyway, check out the new record. It's fantastic. And see them live if you get a chance. It's a life-affirming spectacle.