For those curious about what I’ve been plowing my energies into the past few weeks, you can have a look over here.
I’ve still not managed to find the motivation to look at uni stuff, although I did do 100 or so words when I was drunk and thought of something that seemed interesting. I’ve not reviewed it in the cold light of sobriety though, so it could well be terrible.
Saying that, I’ve just realised that tomorrow is Sunday. I thought it was Monday… this gives me a whole extra day. Brilliant!
The DIY film collective that’s sprung up out of our unlikely bunch of high-school pals went and won a Scottish BAFTA in the New Talent category last week for the feature length ‘The Big Slick’. You can have a swatch at the trailer here – no prizes for spotting me.
We got together tonight to watch over the film together for the first proper time since the official premiere, which meant there could be much more joviality and piss-taking of bits that people might not have spotted without them being pointed out… microphones sticking out of windows; shadows looking like afros; unfortunate facial expressions… all that sort of thing. Being your own harshest critic is fine as long as you keep doing what you are!
We also had a watch through the next episode in the mini-series ‘Polis’, the filming of which these stills are of.
Scarily, Keith looks like one of our old English teachers here.
Apparently I’ve written about this before, so I won’t go into it in great detail, but the more I think about it, the more the films have become something symbolic for us as friends.
I always felt that if I hadn’t been in a band, then the relationships I had with people wouldn’t have been the same; the common creative goal pulls you together, despite any differences (infact, even when you hate each other!)
Memories of what you did or who you were back years ago in school seem to have a habit of lingering about; leaving you defined by the actions of your youth. It seems like an impossible task to shake preconceptions based back then, especially if they weren’t very good ones.
It seems though that all of this has become much bigger than us, and not only is rather exciting and fun to be a part of, but has blurred and erased a lot of negative… stuff… that might otherwise have lingered. The creative process is the great leveller; with everyone having a part to play in some way or another.
It’s that reason, and not just the actual contributions that people made, that lets us all feel like we’ve got a stake in that BAFTA. Something like this is far more rewarding and beneficial to people and their community, friendships and own emotional wellbeing than I think people often realise.