Tony Randall as Salvador Dali

I'm The Mountain - (Chords/ Lyrics)

I’m The Mountain
(Written August 26th 2011, 7AM)
Chords: E blues Riff throughout

I’m the mountain up on high.
I’m the valley, down down low.
I’m the fire burning brightly.
I’m the ice so bitter cold.
I’m the good of warm embrace.
I’m so bad ain’t got no face.
I’m the earth I‘ll swallow you
I’m the sky so bright and blue

High. Low. She’s up so high, but down we go.
High. Low. She’s up so high, but down we go.

I’m the stream of broken dreams
I’m the guide down the river Styx
I’m the fates, I call the wild
I’m the doors to all there is
I’m the wind, step on my back
I am the light in the deepest black
I am you, and you are me
I am all that you’ll never see

High. Low. She’s up so high, but down we go.
High. Low. She’s up so high, but down we go.

I’m the cloud that hovers over
When I want I make it rain
I’m the slime primordial
I evolved to bring you pain
I’m the ancient Aztec Gods
I’m a caveman making fire
I’m a speck of space rock dust
I am what you never trust

High. Low. She’s up so high, but down we go.
High. Low. She’s up so high, but down we go.

I am dead, I am immortal
I'm the sword lunged through your chest
You may claw, and you may struggle
I am all and you've met your best
Look my eyes call out my name
I will cast you where you came
I'll still stand when man is long dead
I'm the mountain, say my name

High. Low. She’s up so high, but down we go.
High. Low. She’s up so high, but down we go.

"I'm The Mountain" - (Video)

I’m the cloud that hovers over
When I want, I make it rain
I’m the slime primordial
I evolved to bring you pain

3000 Sing - (Chords/ Lyrics)

Doubtlessly, this song will fail to capture all that transpired at The World Trade Center in New York City, 10 years ago, but it is not meant to. Those who know my songwriting, know that I speak in fleeting glimpses and impressions grabbed from the stream of consciousness. Doubtlessly, for those who even listen or read my thoughts on the topic, their will be some who misinterpret of what is meant. I assure you that I mean no disrespect. My heart goes out to everyone who was effected by that day.

Requiem For 3000
Written Sept 6, 2011. 
(To Watch Video, Go to Next Blog Post)

Chords: Capo on 5th fret.

E minor to Asus2 throughout (except where noted)

I’ll be a caped crusader for you. I will climb the highest mountain and pick the most beautifullest flower in the world. When we go, we will wish Mrs. McDay the fondest wishes. I will wash all her dishes. And there is your mother in the driveway. America got older. Story. /// Mama’s here. She’s coming to dinner. We will put pasta and potatoes and barrels of fruit on the table if we are able.

And the restaurant shooter has been identified. Clearly, he has sabotaged his retirement. It’s a domino effect /// A mess that can’t be cleaned// It was fate the train was running late. I was sitting in class getting read to a room full of first-graders-- or was it kindergarteners? Can’t remember-- It doesn’t matter….

No, it really doesn’t matter if you’re a beggar or a king-- On that day everything turned to rubble, and a sad choir of 3000 began to sing.

Where is your baby bump? Who will be his father now? In the ruins of your former life, who will you be/// when you lost your wife?

Crushed in the rubble neath the falling sky// life squeezed out from her. Crushed forever. ///The world turned to smoke and fire-- Diabolical laughter an ocean away-- in a cave or a crummy mansion in cadet city.

Absolute truth gives way to absolute force. Total annihilation. Pulverization. Jump out of the plane so we can kick the dog. Step out of the car, so we can kick the dog. Step out of yourself, so we can kick the dog. Let’s kick the dog. Come on everybody, let’s kick the dog.

Going to crush your bones. Going to pulverize. Mother’s waiting. Mother's waiting. Kindergarten’s been a real tough year. Wake up in the decade that America got a little bit lost along the way. 

No, it really doesn’t matter if you’re a beggar or a king-- On that day everything turned to rubble, and a sad choir of 3000 began to sing.

It’s rainy and it’s falling bricks/// The screams and the metal will drive you sick. /// The death and destruction on the road to redemption/// The bankrupt nation bloats with waste/// The mighty eagle rests it’s wings… There’s no more nothing for us now. /// Wing commander, Texas fire.//

She’s a mental patient with a hair-helmet.//

It was a stroke he said. Gotta spend more time with the bees in the hive. There is honey to be made. /// Sleep when you’re dead. But Texas oil comes first. //// Then God, then family, and “I don’t have much to say about the rest /// Because the rest are communists, come to sell us hippy flowers and out-of-state checks, and a bunch of minds getting vexed, by their Godless heathen’s ways. // A state of confusion. But even heathens needed God on that day. /// And even communists were people on that day.” Well, even Bible-thumpers turned their heads to look away on that day… If only for a while.

No, it really doesn’t matter if you’re a beggar or a king-- On that day everything turned to rubble, and a sad choir of 3000 began to sing.

And hidden deep below the second in command’s double vaulted lair, the mole-men dug their way toward the sun. /// Beneath the sky on that day as they first breathed human air. ///// The sky turned to rubble and all was pulverized. In a blaze of fire, in a blaze of fire. /// rest your heads, children of men. And we will never forget that day.

The writers and the poets will make sure to it that that is true. As we all go down and the thunder shakes the ground, I think back to a time that my father’s father knew.

[Asus] There was nothing we coulda done.

[E-] There was nothing we coulda done.

We were [G] lucky to just get out alive.

No, it really doesn’t matter if you’re a beggar or a king-- On that day everything turned to rubble, and a sad choir of 3000 began to sing.

Requiem For 3000 - (Video)

No, it really doesn’t matter if you’re a beggar or a king-- On that day everything turned to rubble, and a sad choir of 3000 began to sing.

Somewhere To Bleed (Chords/ Lyrics)

 Labor Day Shootings in NYC, Sept 6th, 2011

Somewhere To Bleed 

VERSE - (capo 5th fret: Dsus2 shape)
What do you do when you're all done with screaming? All done with dreaming… All done with the hope that a riot doesn’t just break out in your front yard? Raijiv Pandey called in a bomb-threat because the power was out at his grandmother’s house. He wanted to get it back on. I called in a love threat, and threatened to strangle him with affection, crush the bomb-threat insurrection, put a scare into the eyes of those who’d bully us with their lies, deception, deceit and mistrust. Hate is the soul-killer. Only hate can bring you down. Only hate can bring you down. It will sink you so hard.


CHORUS (capo 5th fret: C, G, Dsus2)
Run for your life, these bullets have got crazy speed, And they’re looking hard for somewhere to bleed. Call the police, shield your daughter, but it’s too late, when bullets speed, and they’re found  somewhere to bleed.

VERSE - (capo 5th fret: Dsus2 shape)
Welcome to the West Indian parade. It weren’t the West Indians…. It was just the hate. Eighties Madonna hates flowers. But The Madonna-Madonna is mother to Jesus our Savior. There are riots in the streets. There are saviors at our feet, but none can hear us.There are riots in the streets. There is smell of gun-smoke in the air, and people dying.
So we must die, we must die, we must die. Stabbed in the back, stray bullet through Denise Gay, she’s dead at the scene. Leroy Webster was his name, shot Eusi Johnson just the same. And dead is dead, as dead can be, dead at the scene. Crown Heights is full of bullets today.

CHORUS (capo 5th fret: C, G, Dsus2)
Run for your life, these bullets have got crazy speed, And they’re looking hard for somewhere to bleed. Call the police, shield your daughter, but it’s too late, when bullets speed, and they’re found  somewhere to bleed.

VERSE - (capo 5th fret: Dsus2 shape)
Two cops, Dicken and Medina shot up too.
Another one dead during J’Ouvert, four shot while making dessert, and more shooting as the parade got underway. Said William Long, they were knocking over barricades, for a dozen blocks of the parade, then one more shot in the leg.
At 6pm a man was stabbed in the back- when across town one shot in the arm.
A 15 year old boy shot at Kingsborough.
A 17 year old in the leg up in the Bronx.
A 33 year old man in Harlem.
A woman in the back in Jamaica Queens
A 44 year old man at Empire and McKeever.
A man shot in Flatbush in critical condition
Two men at the Marcy Houses in Bed Stuy- one dead, but one survived.
One shot in the chest at 2nd Ave
A man shot at Whitman Houses
One  in the head at Brownsville -- dead at the scene.

CHORUS (capo 5th fret: C, G, Dsus2)
Run for your life, these bullets have got crazy speed,
And they’re looking hard for somewhere to bleed.
Call the police, shield your daughter, but it’s too late, when bullets speed, and they’re found  somewhere to bleed.

VERSE - (capo 5th fret: Dsus2 shape)
I know I’m screaming in my head-- screaming “come make me dead.” Shadows in the dirt, a cold fast, rain surge through my veins, falls to the ground as my feet pound, to free my mind. And in my tracks as a run the path, the flashing lights shine in my eyes. I’m going blind this time, but I don’t know if you even know that you see me. I’m a ghost as you shine the lights. I’m not seen as I make my way through the night. I’m a ghost, and I fight for love- glad you see that you can’t see me. Because hate kills the mind, hate kills the soul. I give love, to try to fill the hole. Gun smoke in the air, and the sky is bleeding. Bleed on me a cold red rain, wash the hate right down the drain, so when Evil comes and he stands on trial he won’t be smiling.

CHORUS (capo 5th fret: C, G, Dsus2)
Run for your life, these bullets have got crazy speed,
And they’re looking hard for somewhere to bleed.
Call the police, shield your daughter, but it’s too late,
when bullets speed, and they’re found  somewhere to bleed.

Shootings in NYC... "Somewhere To Bleed"

Shootings in NYC...

Joseph James Bellamy performing "Heirs to Fire"

More of Mr. Joseph James Bellamy at Reel Fest 3.

Rod Webber Band "Bang" at The Burren

An oldy but a goody.
Going through the archive to get some more of this stuff out there.

Musicians:
Rod Webber: Guitar/ Vocals
Luke Bellamy: Drums (off camera)
Matt Ferrel: Bass/ Vocals
Chris Canney: Lead Guitar (mostly off camera)

ReelFest 4: In Washington DC!

 

Reel Fest is pleased to announce that Reel Fest DC will be taking place this fall at CDIA, 1055 Thomas Jefferson St., N.W., Washington, DC, 20007
After three successful seasons in Boston, MA, ReelFest is branching out.  Join us in the nation’s capital for a showcase of some of the country’s finest independent filmmakers.

Washington, DC is a city with a rapidly expanding independent film presence, spectacular networking opportunities and has recently been dubbed the documentary capital of the world by filmmakers and press alike.

Read our full Mission Statement

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REVIEW: THE WILD HUNT, by Mark Donovan

 Be Careful What You Pretend To Be

            Live action role playing is a topic that has been widely covered in documentary form, since it is easy find subjects worthy of an audience’s sympathy, pity, or scorn, and there is already an easily defined narrative to the proceedings that can be easily juxtaposed with the reality of the subjects’ lives. It is also an area that is relatively unexplored in narrative features, given that it is home to outsized personalities, giant battles, opposing factions, and it all seems very silly to those who choose not to partake. It can make for great comedy, or, as it is used in The Wild Hunt, it can make for some tense drama.

            The Wild Hunt starts out in a similar fashion to another movie about LARPing, Darkon, in that it fully immerses the audience in the actual game, as if it were real, before pulling back the curtain to reveal that all of the fights were with foam swords. From there it moves, briefly, to the real world, where Eric and his girlfriend, Lyn, are going through relationship problems. After she leaves to take part in the game, he begins having bad dreams about her, and eventually heads off to crash the game in search of her. The early scenes come off like so many mumblecore dramas, with characters milling about, unable to express their emotions with any sort of clarity or enunciation. This is also contrasted with the land of the game, where everyone tends to shout their feelings and desires in a theatrical style reminiscent of fantasy. The early scenes are also shot through a blue filter, with overexposed lighting, giving the real world a sort of unreal, depressing quality.

            Once at the game, Eric trudges through it, begrudgingly dressing in proper costume attire and loudly declaring to anyone he comes into contact with how he is not really playing the game, looking for Lyn. His feelings of superiority to the silly costumed people that are taking the game seriously are easy to see. After his first, brief encounter with Lyn, in which she rebuffs him in favor of the silly costumed people, he teams up with his older brother, Bjorn, to try to win her back through playing the game, setting in motion events that nearly destroy the fantasy world.

            Alexandre Franchi’s excellent direction, in conjunction with the terrific cinematography by Claudine Sauve, creates a mood of mounting dread that starts shortly after Eric enters the fantasy world and doesn’t let up until the end. There is something unsettling about the fantasy world, and the way some of these characters wrap themselves in it, like religious zealots. It’s easy to see how such people could end up running wild, given that so much of their ego is wrapped up in the game. They have played characters of great importance for so long that they actually believe they are important.

            Despite taking place in expansive woods, the film feels claustrophobic. It is as if the escape that these characters are searching for is also keeping them confined. There is no true freedom to be found through the game, and nowhere in these woods to hide. The only character that seems to be truly enjoying everything is King Argyle, who uses the rules and his position in the game world to just be a terrific bastard to everyone else. He’s not above using cheap tricks to win, and then taunting his opponents.

            The one problem with the film is the character of Lyn, and what I like to call the Ramona Flowers conundrum: she does not seem to care enough about the relationship to make the audience care about the relationship, or make us understand why the main character would go to such lengths for her. She is more like a prize, and the only sense we get of her character is that she is only interested in fun. She seems to just want to be wanted, and shows extreme ambivalence about everything that doesn’t revolve around her. If I were Eric, I’d just cut my losses, as opposed to going through all that trouble just for her.

            Still, even with that problem, The Wild Hunt is fun little movie, filled with great characters, and enough respect for its fantasy world that it never falls into derision, yet still has a sense of humor about it. The direction is tight, and the cinematography is top notch. If you are a fan of role playing, tense dramas, or well made films in general, check out The Wild Hunt.