Staying Inpired

I’ve mentioned a few times on here that I wrote a short film that I wanted to shoot. Well, it’s been two and a half months and I haven’t shot a goddamn thing. Sure, some test footage to see if I can accomplish what I want to and, for the most part, I can.

I finally got it into my head that I would shoot the short on Monday, December 31st. Not for any romantic or special reason, mind you. I just wanted to get some work done.

I put a hold on a 24mm 1.4 lens at Adorama Rental, to pick up on Friday. No problem. I get up, I eat breakfast, I head out and get there… and lo and behold, I have no id. I cannot take the lens with me.

Well, goddamn. I get angry, I stay angry, I ride home, get there, eat some lunch and I say fuck it, I’m not going back. They’re open until 3pm, sure, but I’m mad and I am not going.

It’s so funny, reading it now, how child like I can be. Most people would just say ‘duh, John.’ Let me have my self realizations, ok?

So, I’m sitting there, and it’s a toss up. Not between going and not going, but what I’m going to do with my time. Play video games or take a fucking nap.

Good Christ.

I, instead, play a new rip from a DVD I got from the library. P.T. Anderson’s Punch-Drunk Love. Now, if you’re familiar with the film, it starts off with a wallop. If you’re not… here’s how it starts:

Sorry for the stupid aspect ratio. Watch the first minute or so… Watch the whole thing, if you can, it’s great. One of PTA’s talents is getting phenomenal performances out of actors you normally see phoning it in.

Well, I watch the first two minutes and I pause it. I look at the still, and it’s of the organ and I say to myself “you want to be making movies. This guy, he’s making movies. You have a lens, sitting there, waiting for you to come get it. Get the fuck off your ass and get the goddamn lens goddammit.”

That’s almost verbatim.

So, I went and got the lens. I got there with 5 minutes to spare, mind you. I left, treated myself to a pita at Chickpea (if you have a Chickpea around you, get a pita with the spicy chicken, it’s sooooo good) and then went home.

Now, I treated myself because of Agent Dale Cooper. If you’re unfamiliar with Agent Cooper’s philosophy, it’s as follows.

So, I treated myself. And then I got a great cup of coffee and yeah that’s two treats, but what the hell.

Forget that I’m scared I’m going to fail miserably on this shoot and make a fool of myself and not get what I want. Forget that I’m not at the perfect weight I was looking to be on camera… and forget that it might be a waste of time.

I have been more productive this year, than in any year in recent memory. Yeah, I’m not making any money at it. Not enough to make a living. It’s ok. These things take time.

If I don’t keep busy, if I don’t push myself to learn by doing, if I sit at home and feel sorry for myself like I have been the last four years or so… man, I don’t even want to think about it.

On Monday I’m going to shoot what I can with what I have. I’m going to try some stuff out and even if it’s unusable, I’m sure I’m going to learn something valuable for the next time I try and shoot this short.

Or, I could get it right.

We’ll see.

Working with Marc, George, Spencer, Lynn, Joe, James, and the rest of the cast and crew of The Thing… not to mention, reading Marc’s phenomenal play The Groundling last week… I should give you some back story.

So, Julie and I have known each other for about two years or so. We worked on 8 for Vegas, The Difference Between (which I’m hoping you all get to see one day) and some other small stuff… she’s been a champion of mine since the beginning. She’s read everything I’ve sent her way. One project, called Good Luck (written over two years ago), she’s been after me to adapt into a short film which, without about $10k, would be impossible.

But… the other thing she said we should do with it is, adapt it into a play.

Now, I have never been a theater person. Never. I spent one cramped evening with my friend Ali in NYC two decades ago to see Oleanna and have hated plays ever since… if only because I was avoiding them.

I’ve seen a couple of plays in the last year, whether because of new associations, or because they were gifted. And let me tell you, I’ve been thoroughly enjoying them. So, clearly, for two decades, I’ve been missing out. These things happen.

I finished Marc’s play and I felt inspired. That was the first time since high school, or perhaps college, that I’ve read a play.

So, I started adapting Good Luck into a play… and let me tell you, I’m thrilled with it. I have no idea what so ever what we’ll do with it, who will read it, who will throw it out, who will call me and say ‘what is wrong with you?’… who knows. But I have been enjoying the hell out of writing it, have improved upon it, and hope to be finished with it in the next week or so, after I figure out how to format the goddamn thing.

Keeping ones self inspired is hard. A lot of people purchase things to get inspired. Like a gym membership or a personal trainer or lessons of some kind. Creating a habit takes time. Creativity, as a whole, takes time. Hours turn into days, especially when you’re learning a craft… but in the end, you’ll see the results. You’ll see the improvement. You just have to stick with it.

I’m scared shitless about Monday. I really am. But that’s about 10% of how I feel. 70% of me is excited, and 20% is that unknown abyss feeling of… the unknown, god that’s a terrible sentence.

On Saturday, the 5th, James, Marc, Lynn, Julie and I will have our first production meeting on the comedy TV pilot I wrote and will be shooting, hopefully some time in February or March. Fingers crossed.

Thanks for reading.

John

PS – here are two short films that I thought you might like that I watched recently.

Heckled from Dustin Frost on Vimeo.

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The check list

So, I just found out that I lost not only one of the batteries for my 7d, but also the charger. On Christmas Eve, when I gave Karen her crummy gift (a pastry brush, all wrapped up nice), and wanted to record her opening it. Particularly because she was tipsy. The battery I had in there was dead and, lo and behold, the charger/battery was nowhere.

Now, I have, on occasion, went to leave the pool hall, or an apartment, or a studio, and stopped dead in my tracks, knowing I’d left something behind. It was always the battery/charger combo. Always.

The other day I did a sound gig and left two very important components at home.

It can be extremely embarrassing, and so I plead to those of you who have camera equipment to make a list of what you have in your bag, or what you need on a job, and check that list before leaving your shoot, or going to one.

I ended up getting this Wasabi 2x battery pack and charger combo from Amazon as a replacement. The battery got good reviews, so I hope it’s not a crappy purchase. The price is unbeatable, relatively speaking.

Lesson learned. I can’t for the life of me remember where the hell I might have left it, but, as I mentioned, it’s almost happened a dozen times before. One time, I left it at the pool hall after an 8 for Vegas shoot and had to go all the way back to pick it up. Blah.

In other news, I got a Go Pro Hero 2 for my birthday in August, and have had some fun with it:

Battery Park Time Lapse #4 from John Painz on Vimeo.

But part of the problem was that what I was filming was always hit or miss, because the Go Pro Hero 2 does not come with a monitor. So, for Christmas, Karen got me the monitor and an extra battery charger. Awesome.

I’m looking forward to shooting some more footage with it. I really like the time lapses. The problem is, to get a nice looking one like above, you have to be out and about for an hour, minimum. Unless you want less than 30 seconds of footage. Regardless, it’s fun to use.

I hope you all had a wonderful holiday. New Years is coming up… and I wonder what next year will bring.

I’ll write up a new blog post about New Years. Next year should be fun. Or torturous. One of the two.

John

The post post-production blues

I was going to title this post The Come Down, but I’d be making puns the entire time I was writing.

It’s 7:52pm on Friday the 21st and I’m having my first beer of the night, and eating pretzels.

At around 2:15pm or so, Marc Palmieri and I launched The Thing. This was after an entire day of exporting files and uploading them for Marc to approve, making edits, re-exporting, re-uploading. I did not leave the house yesterday.

This morning was some more minor damage control, coding the website, formatting photos, writing descriptions for the youtube descriptions, writing tags, formatting bios, etc.

All in all, Marc and I corresponded roughly 156 times, back and forth, EACH.

And it’s all done. For now. I figure we have at least a month and a half before we take up the mantle again.

It’s depressing as all get out.

I felt a different kind of depression with 8 for Vegas, because I enjoyed hanging out with my friends, even though the series itself was a trial, to be sure. Here’s episode 3, by the way:

After we launched I had to run out to get the Christmas Gift I had put on hold for Karen, then run back home and take Doc to the vet.

Now, I was in a great mood up until that moment. It didn’t change because anything is wrong with the little pain in the ass, no, but that the bill was so enormous… like THAT’S A HUGE CHUNK OF MY RENT enormous.

I saw the bill. The vet tech came out with Doc. I said “Keep him.”

Earlier that day, while I was out, I ran into a friend and we talked about the joblessness, and how difficult it is for many people. I brooded on many topics pertaining to the economy, said ‘fuck’ a lot, iterations of ‘fuck’, and other words, and we parted ways with a ‘happy holidays.’

On my way home from the vet, getting angrier and angrier, I hoped to pass a Vietnamese sandwich place. No one truly knows what type of meat they use. Truly. Doc weighs 18 pounds. They pay by the pound. But it wasn’t meant to be.

I got home, re-heated dinner, hid Karen’s present, we ate, and then I went to Whole Foods to get the beer and pretzels.

While I was on line I saw a cashier I’d seen before. It’s hard to judge ages sometimes, but this gentleman had a nice grey combover happening, and I knew he was in his 50s. I’m 39, losing my hair, a couple of months more of this shit away from a combover… but I didn’t have his wrinkles. Yet.

I reflected for a moment about the date and wished, in all of my selfishness, that the Mayans had been right. That a catastrophe would have befallen us, and that worrying about all of the pedantic shit that bothers me from day to day would simply vanish, understanding, though, that we would have a brand new set of problems.

I watched the man try feebly to shuffle paper bags so they would fit in their allotted slot, and realized that maybe he’s retired and just wants to be around people and have something to do.

But then I remembered the movie They Live, and I knew that that was bullshit.

It seems to me that it is much more realistic that we have been set upon by a bunch of corporate aliens who are doing what they can to amass as much wealth as possible, utilizing both world governments and police to set policy, and making sure that the middle class disappears and gets reabsorbed into the lower class.

Or it’s just Friday.

Jesus, all of that was on one beer. I’m glad I didn’t buy a bottle of bourbon.

So, as I open my second, sitting here in the Financial Center and feeling like 2% rebel, I hope for good things in the future. I am very pleased with my work on The Thing. The perfectionist in me cringes at parts, but as a whole there are some fantastic shots, some great lighting… we have a solid show, and it makes me very happy.

The main thing is, I learned a lot. A year ago I released the first season of 8 for Vegas. Now people are putting their trust in me for projects like this. Not too shabby. We’ll just have to see what next year brings.

I’m not one for waiting, mind you, though my mind is adept at procrastination. I know it’s not hereditary, but I wish it was. That being said, the next week or so is a bust, so I have to bide my time until after Christmas.

I asked Lynn Mancinelli (it’s a wonder I can spell her name right, but I’ve written it so many times today I guess I shouldn’t be surprised) to help Julie and I with the pilot project and we were lucky enough to have her say yes. I’m looking forward to our first meeting.

Tomorrow, Producer Julie and I are going to see the Axis Production of 7 in 1 Blow, a yearly tradition there, and starring many of the actors from The Thing. We will then go out and celebrate the launch with a bunch of fun, wonderful people.

I wait, longingly, for the next project. I hope it’s filled with passion and wonderful, talented people. I hope I take what I learned from previous productions and make what comes that much better.

Fingers crossed.

John Painz

Low budget movie suggestions

So, because I want to shoot a feature in April, or thereabouts, I’ve been watching films that have smaller than normal budgets. Of course, we’re still talking hundreds of thousands of dollars, but I know I can shoot a feature film for around $20k, and that’s with paying my actors and renting spaces and feeding people.

I just finished Paddy Considine’s Tyrannosaur, which was shot for around £750,000… so, around $1.5m. It’s pretty clear that most of that went to the actual production, which looked gorgeous. Here’s the trailer:

The next film that I watched a couple of months ago was Kill List and, for me, it does not get any better than this for a low budget crazy film. Shot for around $770k it completely blew me away in terms of pace, acting, story, but most of all production value. It just looked gorgeous. Here’s the trailer. If you have a chance, check it out. It’s a brutal film, no doubt, but it’s really fantastic.

I’ve watched, recently, the first two Paranormal Activity films. The first had a budget of about $15,000, before the did some re-shoots and spent tons of money promoting the film. The second had a budget of $3m, but that’s to be expected.

The story is quite simple. The acting was good. I found that I was constantly waiting for the scares, because of the pace. These things happen when dealing with a suspense film. #3 is supposed to be the best of the group. I’ll be giving it a go, regardless, as I enjoyed the first two.

I watched Tom Hardy in Bronson a couple of months ago. I heard really great things about it. One person even went so far as to call it the modern day A Clockwork Orange. That person was categorically wrong. It’s an ok film, but did nothing for me after the first half an hour. The character wasn’t compelling, the director was trying to do too many things at once with the style of the film. Hardy was great. He’s a talented guy. But this film fell flat for me.

Though, shot on $230k… I was impressed that they got as much out of the money as they did. Locations, extras, the production itself… they really stretched the money as far as they could, and it paid off in the end. Nicolas Winding Refn has moved on to great things, as has Hardy.

Saw, Dead Silence, Death Sentence, Insidious… James Wan has made a name for himself with being able to take a reasonably small amount of money and create a fantastic film with it. Particularly in the horror genre. The first Saw doesn’t look or feel like a $1.2 million dollar film. But it went on to be one of the most successful horror franchises in history. Insidious was shot on a $1.5 budget, and it’s scary as hell! They’re in the process of shooting a sequel, which is awesome.

I recently watched House of the Devil and did not enjoy it. It was shot on $50k or so. The story was ridiculously simple, and should have had more meat to it. That being said, the director has gone on to shoot larger budget films, so… he did find an audience. Good for him.

I think part of filmmaking is being able to deliver a product. Then you have grades of that product, and the better the grade, the more places it can take you. Some people will hire directors who have the experience finishing a feature, good or bad, because at some point it must be easy to blame those in the production, and not the visionary who was trying to put it together.

Dead Man’s Shoes. Another Paddy Considine flick, but this time he was in front of the camera. It’s really brilliant. Violent, touching… shot for around $1m, it’s definitely worth checking out. There was a lot of economy in the film. Small town, a lot of outdoor shooting. I would be that the script was finished, then they scouted, and then they went and re-wrote. Here’s the trailer:

Plenty of others, but if I had to go with one on this list that really blew me away, it’s Kill List, and I’d recommend that to anyone who loves violent gritty cinema.

I’d love to write a low budget horror film. I have a script, but it would be more in the $3m range, not the $20k range. So, if another story happens to form in my head, I’ll get it down on paper.

The feature Julie and I are thinking about is a romantic comedy. There are two genres were low budget is more acceptable than most others. Romantic comedies and horror. Every once in a while you get something that refutes that, like Primer or Another Earth. As people are able to use green screens and After Effects more and more, we’ll see more low budget sci-fi, fantasy and action films. Dramas are easy to shoot on low budgets, but they aren’t going to scare or make people laugh, which get people watching more than depression.

I’m about 1/3 of the way finished with the script. It’s a neat story that needs some help. We’ll see what we can accomplish. I’d really like to get my first feature finished by the time I’m 40, and that’s in August.

Ok, thanks for reading. Hope you’re doing well!

John

Learn by doing

I’m a big proponent of learning by doing, but I’m also an enormous procrastinator. It’s a terrible combination.

I have a ton of equipment at home waiting to be used and no projects. The Thing, Internet Affairs and Off Off are all on hiatus. So, I wrote a 5 minute short that I can shoot in my home, test my acting ability (eyeroll) and try and stay busy.

I’m working on lighting. The original samples I did were for one location, and while I thought it looked nice, there was something wrong with the background. It was too bright.

Here is the diagram for the rooms I’ll be working in.

I had mentioned in my earlier post going to the Cinematography subreddit of Reddit.com, showing them that diagram, and asking for advice. The only comment said ‘it’s silly for anyone to write it out, you just have to test it,’ or something similar to that.

Now, I realize that asking for help is a big deal for some people. Not for me. Not really. I want to get this short right, and asking about lighting, which can really make or break a scene, was important to me. But after I got the message I figured that it was silly to not try and solve this problem myself.

So, I’m trying to make it seem like there is one dominant light source (the standing lamp) while having a couple of more lights as both fills and hair lights. I have Lowel Tota lamps and a DP light, 750w and 500w, respectively. White walls, white ceiling, the light bounces just everywhere. The problem is, for some areas, like behind character 3, it was too bright to possibly come from a single household light source.

So. I did some playing around and got some reasonable one-light-source shots out of it. I also came across what can only be described as some technical difficulties in what I want to shoot. So, that was a good learning experience.

We’ll see if I can make it happen. The stuff I shot today looked good. I have some more testing to do… Karen’s going to kill me. My equipment is just everywhere in the apartment… sigh.

I’d share some stills but they’d give away a bit too much of what I’m trying to accomplish. Hopefully I’ll have a nice rough cut finished in the next couple of days. Then I get to shave my head as part of the short. That’ll be fun.

Also today marks the release of episode 2 of 8 for Vegas!

I had a lot of fun editing this and picking out the music. Hope you like it!

John Painz

Solving lighting

Hey all,

So, I’m going to attempt to shoot a short film tomorrow at home. Should be fun.

The thing is, I want it to look nice. Since I’m filming indoors, in my apartment, I have control over how I’m going to light the scenes. Here’s a diagram to give you an idea of what I’m shooting.

It’s a bit complex. At least, it seems it is, to me. How does one make it seem like the standing lamp is the dominant light source, while using higher wattage lights? I’m sure there are so many tricks. The thing is, I have the lights… and that’s it. I don’t have screens or scrims or flags or any of those things.

I posted this particular question to the r/cinematographers subreddit on Reddit, but the only advice I received was ‘it’s useless for someone to write down how to do it, you have to test it.’ So, test it I shall.

I did some lighting tests and was reasonably happy with the mood the lighting was setting, but I saw some things that need improvement, so we’ll see if I can make it happen. Regardless, I’ll be busy.

I keep applying for more work, but it’s slow. Something will happen.

I had a random celebrity sighting today. I shook hands with Harvey Keitel, which was awesome. Karen said she’d never recognize him, but I told her that anyone in a Scorsese movie, I pretty much have their face memorized. Hell, even Morrie, from Morrie’s wigs.

The other thing that happened was, I was given an opportunity to be an extra on Person of Interest, but I have an engagement tomorrow night, so, that sucks. It was a paid gig, too. Blah!

Onward and upward.

I just finished the first draft of a 22 minute pilot I hope to start shooting some time at the beginning of next year. That should be fun. Have to get another pair of eyes on it, but it’s fun stuff.

I shot some audition reels for a friend, and some scenes for a demo reel for Chantal Ngwa, before she heads off to L.A.. That was fun.

Other than that… yeah. I’ve got nothing. Trying to keep busy.

Hope all is well! Thanks for reading.

John

8 for Vegas – Season 2 – Episode 1

Before you read, please watch Episode 1 of Season 2 of 8 for Vegas:

Sunday, December 2nd, 2012

I’m sitting in Argo Tea, around the corner from Society Billiards, having blown up my last…

Well, we’ll get to that. That’s an episode 2 surprise.

The first season of 8 for Vegas was a lot of fun. I got to hang out with a bunch of great people over last summer, and I learned a lot about production, directing, editing, and shooting.

This season, I learned a lot about being a producer.

In March of this year I had a fundraiser on indiegogo. It went reasonably well. We got a lot of donations from both fans and APA players in NYC. Julie and I were both pleasantly surprised. It showed us that, besides not having huge numbers of views on our series, it had spoken to some people… enough that they were kind to donate money.

One of the things I struggled with, first time around, was that since this was about pool, I originally thought actual games were going to play a more important role than a lot of the comedy and story. Read this as pandering to our core demographic, pool players. I can tell you the exact moment when I knew that wasn’t the case.

I produced this fundraising video for our first shoot:

The original cut was 9 minutes, and I got a scathing review of it and edited it down to its present size, cutting out almost 2 minutes of pool. Because it was BORING.

The series is about people, plain and simple. If you’ve been reading this blog, you’ll already know the story of season 1. What started off as a nightmare became one of my favorite things ever.

Season 2 started about the same as season 1, but for many different reasons and, as a producer, I had to make choices that were for the good of the project. This was a theme that would follow Julie and I for the entire 3-month production of season 2. I wrote episodes as we finished shooting episodes, because characters, motivations, and plot points would change with actor’s schedules.

We took on new characters, we cut some of the older ones…

One of the things I found that was exhausting about last season were the amount of characters we had. 8 characters, plus opponents… that’s a lot! So, after some deliberation, Julie and I cut down the team to three core characters. Ian, Walter and Leslie. We felt that these three could hold the attention of the crowd, and… well, I’m not going to ruin it for you. But the season plays out in a funny manner.

Ok, it’s been 10 hours since I started this post… let me tell you about the goddamn day I had.

I woke up this morning, grabbed a shirt from the pile of dirty clothes by my bed… yes, I’m 39 and I still do this… and I got all my things together and well hell. What is that smell?

I know what it is. My cat Doc…

… he’s a pissing and shitting machine. Oh, and eating. And waking me up at 6am to refill his food bowl even though it’s full. I get that look. “Dude, that’s old food. 3 hours, 4 hours, I don’t care, it’s old. Give me fresh food.”

And before you say anything like he’s got a disease or some shit, no. He doesn’t. He’s 13 and he’s a cranky old bastard and if he doesn’t get what he wants he shits somewhere.

And I can smell it. It’s somewhere in the goddamn apartment, but I’m so far behind getting ready I just say I’ll let Karen deal with it…

I get into the cab and I head over to the tea place and I’m writing this blog and what do I smell? Cat shit.

It’s somewhere close. Like in one of my bags or in my sneaker. He’s a clever bastard, it could be anywhere. I’m smelling each of the four bags I have, I’m looking at the bottom of my sneakers and… it’s close, I know it’s…

So I have that moment. Where you find out that thing that’s bothering you, and then the moment’s gone and you become instantly disgusted and furious at the same time.

It was my t-shirt.

So I stand up quick and hit my head on the cast-iron Argo Tea sign that’s suspended from the ceiling. It’s 10:30 and I’m ready to start punching things. A piece of terrible artwork is in front of me and I just want to burn the entire block down.

None of my cast or crew are there, so I do the one thing I can think of. I turn to google to find a place to buy a new shirt. Burlington Coat Factory is down the block, on 6th Avenue and 23rd Street. Now, had I been a slightly more ignorant man, I would think THEY JUST SELL COATS FOR CHRISSAKE.

But no. They sell other clothing, too.

So now I’m pacing. Back and forth, waiting for someone from 8 for Vegas to show up. Finally, my sound and associate producer Jeremy shows up. Thank god. “Jeremy, watch my stuff, be right back.”

I power walk the two avenues, trying to hold my breath. I call Karen and tell her what’s happened. She laughs, finds the poop, and is no longer laughing.

I get to Burlington and I felt like I was in an emergency situation but no one would really care. I really thought that there would be a complete lack of empathy if I said “Mens shirts, where are mens shirts?! I smell like cat shit!”

“Security!”

You never know with retail workers.

I found what I originally took to be a good deal. A khaki short sleeve buttoned down shirt. I paid, forgot to get a plastic bag for the offending t-shirt, and walked back to the tea place to find Ian there. I went into the bathroom, washed my chest down as best I could with tepid water and what felt like granulated soap, used a combination of physics and acrobatics to use the air dryer, and put on the new shirt.

Left the bathroom and there was Julie. “What’s with the shirt? You look like you’re on a safari.”

So I told them. I put the offensive shirt in my bag and everyone kind of collectively gasped. “You’re not throwing that away?”

“I can just put it in the wash… it’s, you know, Karen gave me this shirt. It’s from John Carpenter’s The Thing.”

“Jesus, go wash your hands Indiana…” that was Julie.

I get a hazmat bag from Argo Tea (read as gift bag) and put the offensive shirt in the bag and seal it tight, put it in my bag and wash my hands.

And then we go to shoot.

What a morning. I no longer smelled, we got set up, and had an awesomely productive morning. We got through 4 pages in just over an hour, and then I had some supporting cast members show up for pick-ups of episode 3.

Heather Cambanes, Emily Eden, Chantal Ngwa, and Amber Snider.

Heather and Chantal I worked on Internet Affairs. Emily and I did a short video for the Noel Coward theater company, and Amber and I met while working on The Thing with Marc Palmieri.

They all did wonderfully, and we were thrilled that they showed up with not much notice. Such wonderful women.

The only other hiccup that happened throughout the day was the curse of 8 for Vegas. During season 1, and particularly the fundraising video above… my actors could not shoot pool to save their lives. Whenever they were in need of making a ball, simply shots mind you, they couldn’t do it. And it’s plagued us for over a year.

99% of the time it’s funny. But that 1% makes the shoot frustrating and puts a lot of pressure on the shooter. It’s partially my fault, and I’ll say now that everyone was a trooper today. We got through 9 pages, plus pick-ups… it was very productive.

The day ended and here I am. It’s 9pm and I’m exhausted. We release episode 1 tomorrow (tonight, technically)… and I hope people enjoy it. We all had fun creating it.

Thanks for reading about my day, and some of the things I learned about being a producer.

All the best,

John