All other destinations, indeed.

Hey Kids!
Check this out!!!
http://www.youtube.com/alellgias

I guess this would be a little ‘self promotion’ here, but not really. I have actually been into film all of my life as much as I have been into everything else, so to push my channel on youtube to you good people here, won’t come as much of a surprise to many. Some of the shorts that you will see (if you do check it out) were made a long time ago, done by a very different me. And some of them were done a short while ago, again, with a very different me.

The shorts entitled ‘bars volumes 1 through 4,’ I was really just fiddling around with Adobe Premiere just to see what I could do, and to have a bit of fun. Honestly, these films set the stage for most of my work that you will see here in what I like to call ‘instinctive edit moving picture.’ Well, what the hell does that mean? It means, I tried not to think about how I was compiling the images; I was trying not to intellectualize the editing, and to do the films just for me, with emotion, trying to get as far away as possible as I could from the technicalities of movie making. Now looking back at them, and the subconscious choices that I made, well, it’s strange…I guess I was strange back then?

Thus, the film ‘Requiem Of a Bastard Dream,’ would be the idea of ‘instinctive edit moving picture’ at it’s most festive. Also, the film was more conceived as you see it, that is to say, somewhat intellectualized. Again, and sorry I did not say this before, the footage was shot without any idea about as to how it would end up! ‘Requiem Of a Bastard Dream,’ is then, my idea of a film that is visual music, hence requiem. I thought it would be funny to make a film that is silent, but was obviously supposed to be layered as if it was a piece of music, and the singer I chose to sing this tune would be a ‘dream’ without a dreamer.

Also, ‘Confinement’ would be the second last, and quite simply, the most uninspired of the films I have made this way.

However, ‘The Modern Lovers’ is perhaps my favorite, and also, the last film I made using this method. This film was the last film I made for my studies in University (the others were independent that), and the only one that made an attempt to tell any kind of narrative story. Obviously, it did not fare well with the teachers or most of the ‘lets make a goofball comedy crowd,’ however, the film has found an audience, and it personally means a great deal to me.

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-Brad Casey
-The Hour Between Dog and Wolf
- http://myspace.com/soundslikebradcasey

Brad told me that the title of his cd ‘The Hour Between Dog and Wolf,’ comes from a novel that he read sometime ago. I have since forgotten the name of the author and the title of the book, but not the moment that he told me this.

If life is mostly moments strung together to realize a whole in some metaphysical way, then, The Hour Between Dog and Wolf, is comprised of these moments. The songs are sewn together with the thread made from passages of time in your dreams, your heart and desires. Such things in life resonate in such a way, and exists on their own, just as when you go for a walk on the shore and you pick up a rock that has been polished from the ocean over time. It is now lying in your hand in the current state that it is in, just there, just existing, for you to ponder. That, I believe, is the grand design within the album that Brad Casey offers up.

Such songs as ‘you alone’ ‘helpless’ ‘young punks’ and ‘you might find,’ distill heartfelt and hopeful storytelling styles, the lyrics and instrumentals of which, like a well-made and comfortable quilt wrapped around your body to keep you warm, does the same for your ears, reminding you of a place that you have been before, but have forgotten. Such lyric like ‘I’m just a tree barking at the skyline,’ gives Brad’s songwriting a texture that is comparable to the fluid cool waves of the music, giving that warmth.

It would seem a perfect meld of lyrics and instrument; Richard McLaughlin’s lead guitar gives on the song ‘helpless.’ The confusion and energetic frustrations displayed by Richard adds to Brad’s lyrics. The vibrating trilling and dwindling of the chords used, don’t feel much unlike a fire hunting for something else to consume, only in the hopes to keep it’s self alive.

Like the rock that has been polished by the sand and the water from the ocean, you marvel at it’s simple beauty, you pick up another, and no two are the same, and no two are any different either. The songs brought to you, are just there, just existing, for you, to ponder.

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