Thursday, September 28, 2006

London's Calling

Pretty good album...anyways...

I'm in London, 3 years later. I realize that I love England, and not for the first time, that when you live someplace, you tend to take it forgranted. I'm thinking of staying a few extra days. I might fly to Amsterdam, or I might travel to some obscure English towns. Let me know if you know someone around here that would like to hang out.

We're on the home stretch, what a wild ride it's been.

Sunday, September 24, 2006

Learning How to Be Different and Still Get Along

As I write this I don't even know where I am. I know that I'm in Germany, somewhere near Rammstein Airforce base, but geographically I have no idea where that is. The weather and the landscape outside is my favorite kind. It's the kind of season and part of the world where moss grows on everything, there is a bite in the air in both the morning and at night. The air tastes clean and clear and the dew never burns off the grass. Germany is the kind of country that the whole world longs to be. It's not perfect by any means but there is plenty of evidence to show that in the recent past it's leaders and leading minds sought to make a sort of utopia out of the land. If I ate meat I would eat sausage every day here. And if I didn't make a bad decision and drank too much and too late into the night the night before, I would have had a delicious hefewiezen at dinner tonight.

After some of the dumps we have stayed in, the 3 star that we are in tonight feels like paradise. The restaurant here is very nice and everything is made out of tile in the sense that it actually feels semi-permanent in the way the prefabricated bathrooms of the sort you find in cheap hotels these days just feel disposable.

This has been an amazing trip, I mean don't get me wrong it's gone terribly most of the time, but I can't pretend that I'm not getting paid to shoot a TV show as I travel across Europe by car. I miss a lot of people, especially my family, but also my friends, Christians (which I didn't think I'd be saying any time soon), and well, that's about it. They tell me that I'll be going home on the first (of September) now, so that's what I'm going on. It's kind of weird that I don't have a place to live or a job when I get home, but it's also going to be nice to just chill at my parents house and watch TV while I nap off my jet-lag.

In 3 days we will drive 6 hours back to Paris, drop off the cars, hop on the Chunnel train and take it to London, where we will shoot the final episode. I've had fun but I'm absolutely ready to go home. I can see how people get addicted to this lifestyle. I have a lot of decisions to make when I get home.

Thursday, September 21, 2006

On This Sunny Parisian Afternoon

Today is my last day off. I'm in Paris. The trip has been extended 3 or 4 days and we are going back into Germany. This French keyboard is very hard to use. I'm making the most of everything.

Saturday, September 16, 2006

Welcome to the World on an Honest Level

These people have nothing to prove. If they don't want to share their bread with you, then get your hands out of their damn bread-basket. There's no false-Christian generosity or humility in the way they act. It's strictly survival of the fittest. The laws are different when you are international and if they want to cut your throat and steal your bank pin then they will. They may be your crew but they are better than you and more entitled than you, they have more stipulations in their deal-memo, they make more per hour than you and they want you to know it. And I love it, because it is real. They are negative and moody and their rotten attitude is infectious. They drink too much and they eat too little and sleep too little and everyone else is dirty and selfish but they are faultless. And I find it funny, because these are the people that make TV happen. Sure, on a bigger network things would be run more tightly, but this is the reality of the way most shows are filmed. I suppose I'm no better, but I've definitely got something different going on. Nonetheless, I'm having a blast. I'm in Europe, I'm shooting a TV show, I've got more control than I know what to do with, and I am being paid quite well to be here.

Tomorrow I will be at Oktoberfest shooting all day. And when I say all day I'm talking about 14 to 16 hours of very hard work and I love it. The only thing I'm not looking forward to is the bad attitudes, the fighting, the back-stabbing and the bickering. But at the same time I'm living a dream.

Thursday, September 14, 2006

Europe By Car: Plenty of Equipment, With Very Little Clothes

First L.A. for 5 days. Shooting every day.

3 flights to arrive in Valencia, Spain. Start shooting at the airport, shoot during the day, La Tomatina Festival.

Travel to Barcelona and shoot for 3 days. Run for a few miles along side 4 Segway scooters. Don't eat, don't drink any water.

Travel to Cannes in the south of France, your lymth nodes swell like marbles in your chest and under your arms, in your face and on the back of your head, you feel like you have no strength and your joints begin to throb. Ask to either sleep indefinitely or be taken to the hospital. After 8 hours eat an apple and an orange. Sleep for another 8 hours. Wake up still hurting but feeling ok. Go to a French pharmacia and explain that you are sick. Drink their French powder for 3 days. Pray a lot.

Drive to Verona, Italy. It's amazing how good you are feeling. Stay in good hotels outside of the city. Start hitting your stride as far as shooting the show is concerned.

Shoot a fun date in Milan, Italy.

Shoot scenery for a day in Verona, Italy.

Travel to Venice, Italy and shoot a day with the girls. Ride on a Gondola and shoot.

Travel to Opatija, Croatia. Travel to Zagreb, Croatia and hang out with a Hardcore, metal-band who doesn't eat meat or drink alchohol.

Have the day off in Opatija and check your email for the first time in over a week.

***things left out---Hanging out with a pastry chef in the south of France, a hot air balloon ride over Barcelona, rocking out with 12 Dolls, Super OK, Lorena C, and Dead By Mistake, Valencia, Barcelona, Cannes, Menton (what a secret!), Verona, Venice, our crew, A LOT of driving, quite a bit of drama, Opatija, Zagreb, and all the politics of producing a TV show.

See you soon!

Sunday, September 03, 2006

Tales From a Traveling Reality Show

Right now I'm in a very nice hotel room in Cannes, France. I don't even remember how many days we spent in Spain, I think I was in L.A. for 5. I've shot about 20 hours of footage so far. I'm in love with two of the girls, they are great. The other one and I are about to mix words. But who knows, I will practice patience and maybe she'll come around. Things aren't looking pretty so far, as far as that's concerned. I'm having a good time, but I'm feeling run down from time to time. I'm trying to get rest but every once in a while the day turns into 15 hours. I've ended up shooting way more and having way more responsibility than I ever thought I would. When this show comes out, I will have filmed over half of it, and that's just nuts. Sometimes things don't go right, for example, I was flying in a hot air balloon over Barcelona with the girls yesterday and I didn't realize that my audio died for 15 minutes, that was a terrible thing to happen, but it happened and it's out of my control now. I'm really excited and nervous to see a rough cut of the first two episodes.

Sorry it's taken me so long to update the blog, this is my first time to be on the internet since I landed in Europe. More news soon...