Gentle Reader, have you ever gotten roped into a project that sounds like such a wonderful idea, like a hell of a lot of fun, that ends up in hurt feelings, frustration, and wanting to avoid the people you were hoping to bond with? Look at the people in the above photo – look at them. They look happy, really happy, as though they’re thrilled to be with one another, and thrilled with what they are doing. They look as though they like each other.
This is not the case.
One day, while on the way home from work, Miss H. and I were listening to a CD that I’d made for her, and I don’t feel like dancing by the Scissor Sisters came on. It’s one of the catchiest, danciest songs about, well, not dancing, that you’ll ever hear. If you’re not familiar with the band, it’s modern glam pop and their music can’t be improved upon in any way. One or the other of us had a vision, on hearing this song, of a glamorous music video, full of all of the different types of dance that we could envision, and we started planning right away.
We spent the next several weeks scouting out locations that would be beautiful at night, and learning different types of dances, and strong-arming friends into joining the endeavor. Many evenings were given up to practice dancing, with youtube as our instructor. All of our volunteers grew to absolutely hate those evenings, as one of our crew had some experience as a choreographer, and was an exacting, harsh, mistress.
The first evening of filming was local, and went swimmingly. We’d found a number of great, really dramatic spots to dance in, and people were hopped up on hormones and excitement. Music video! Friendship! Dancing at night in illicit locations! It was a bit of a thrill.
We were to continue filming, the next night, in Tacoma. I had ridden into town, and spent several hours, waiting, at the Mix. After several hours of delay, the kids finally arrived. I trotted down to the Spanish Steps to meet them, and commence filming. I was more than a little drunk. This was unwise. I’m not very coordinated at the best of times, and I was supposed to give everyone a quick lesson on how to Charleston. Dang.
Tempers were short and the night was long, and filming was going slowly. We also had some camera issues, and cast issues. The night was dragging on, and nothing was going as planned. Every scene had at least ten takes, and people were getting tired, and frustrated, and some of the crew had to leave early. We really had to move along to our next location.
We relocated to the Graffiti Garages, where we interrupted some strangers spraying the wall. When we explained our project, one of them volunteered to be on camera. This was serendipity in action, because honestly, his scene is the best of the lot. After thanking him, we finished up filming, and headed home.
Without further prevarication, here is the result, in all its glory. The editing is shoddy and the film quality is low, but it’s an honest disaster. Enjoy.