That Shit Blowing Mine

As I logged into my Facebook account last night, I felt a sudden urge to express my gratitude towards the people who have been with me throughout this rollercoaster of a journey. I noticed that the demographics following me on Instagram were vastly different from those on Facebook. While most of my interactions happened on Instagram, I knew that some of the individuals I wanted to thank had active Facebook accounts, so I decided to post my heartfelt message there. Sitting on my sofa after a long, tiring day, I began to craft a message that would describe each person’s unique contribution to my life and my story. A large number of people I mentioned had a close connection to Gizzi’s Cafe in West Village. I reminisced about the countless hours I spent there, playing shows and running Sunday Night Screenings every week. I realized that I had failed to mention some memories from that era earlier in the blog. I remembered a particular day, around April 30th, 2011, when my old video production company, Mx2 Studios, was contracted by a local recording artist to shoot a music video for a song he had released. The lyrics of “Blowin’ Mine” by Balliztic seemed all too familiar to the West Village area, as everything described in the song could seamlessly be shot within a three-block radius. We took a walk to Washington Square Park, where we were unexpectedly joined by a random group of individuals who wanted to be featured in the video. They served as the background “goons” needed to make the video extra special. We ended the shoot back in the projects of Brooklyn, where I captured as much footage as my old Canon HV40 could handle. I remember the tedious process of manually transferring the footage from the camera to the computer, which was the norm back in those days. I spent an entire day shooting and editing the video, and by nightfall, the finished product was sitting on YouTube and in the client’s email. What struck me most about this video, aside from it being the first client music video I ever shot, was a scene in which I injected myself into the story. I appeared as the homeless beggar mentioned in the music video. I remember the excitement on the client’s face when I suggested playing the role. He seemed more thrilled than I was about my willingness to be featured in a not-so-glamorous light. As I found the original upload from that day and watched it, I couldn’t help but smile. Although the record never really took off, that day was a testament to the fact that I can and will get things done when it’s time to work.

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