I LOVE the new poster design for “Friends (with benefits).” I offered up the chance to design it to a few graphic students, and came away with a number of great ideas, none better than the final choice. It just pops. It makes me want to see the film. Just hope the damn movie can live up to the poster.
I need to learn to delegate…to not try and take on everything myself. That’s always been a problem for me, finding people whom I can trust, people who kick ass with what they do, work-a-fucking-holics. I know a couple…but they are so few and far between.
Next I begin the process of finding someone to replace Matthew Ryan to do the score for Friends. He’s so busy touring with the new cd…and I understand never having enough time. Hell, he’s got kids! Can’t even imagine.
Did the old CraigsList ad to start. Got deleted as spam or some such nonsense. Reposted. There’s a lot of bad music out there…there’s also a lot of good. Though part of me thinks I should tune up the old Tele and just let her rip. I can certainly do stark. And lord knows, I’ve got all the extra time in the world.
I guess “time” is the theme today. Never enough, unless your staring at the wall. Then time stands still. Then time wants to hang. Time wants to be your fucking best friend when you’re ready to slit your wrists. It’s there for you.
When you think of it that way, time is like the biggest asshole of all time. The insincere frat boy with date-rape face. And yet there are people out there who make a movie or more every year without fail. Who write a novel, sometimes two, every year without fail. Have they ever met time? Or are they just better at managing it? Can they simply afford people to do their work for them? Or perhaps they have no life outside of work. I’ve certainly been accused of that. Guilty as charged.
But it was nice not to spend a lot of time on the Friends poster and be in love with it. Be proud of it. Be happy that is was the face of my film.
I’m sure I’ll be happy with the music when I find the right composer, the right musician…again. Until then I’ll envy the dust clinging for dear life to my Fender’s frets. Its safe for the moment…