The amount of blog posts I’m putting out right now is doing nothing for this blog, and it’s a real bummer, I guess the Romantech site doesn’t seem to be about anything.
I got plenty of other sites that do well, but not this one, because it’s not really about anything.
Oh man I am cracking it in business right now, though, just to let people who might possibly follow the timeline know that the tone may change around here now that I’m getting my earn on again.
But it actually doesn’t change my artistic situation as much as it manages to sedate my general disposition, so really, I’ve got to push on with where it’s really at, the artistic activities. I’m preparing a major video assault, first getting into business videos, then some romantech videos, and then bunching the romantech videos into reality compound TV #2 and then dropping episode #3 the official comeback, featuring my kurb video style mutating into RC.
I also could do something with whatever old footage is available – first a teaser, such as the “short circuit diaries #1″ which could accompany the new “romantech diaries”. The full short circuit should be available on the reconditioned “get real” cd-rom. But then coming up to the tiger penis episode, or it’s own episode, I could explore the myspace tiger penis connections as a kind of flashback episode.
Actually I could really Lost on it and milk the flashbacks, hard. Learn to use narrative and visual suggestion, photos in a documentary style to tell the stories.
The first episode will foreshadow this, this shows how the reality of the show now is rooted in a series of episodes that have occured before the current setting.
So I’ve got to lay some creative foundation here for the new video. No matter how I ooze back into it, the main episode to jump start the new timeline is the maximizing explosions concept.
- I’m starting off talking about business, maximizing explosions, I might even use the hard hat.
- then music will fade in, I think it must be my first indie dubstep banger, and the kurb talking will fade out, eventually replaced by my voiceover.
Well What can sayI got sick of the myspace buzz. I woke up and realised I wasn’t a celebrity, I wasn’t cool, I didn’t matter . . .
Is that what I wanted to be remembered for?
But on Myspace, I was someone.
but I was alive because I was there, I was young and I knew one day it would be over, your song would be sung and it would be time to get off the stage, but I don’t wanna get off the stage, I never had my chance . . .
I thought money would fix me, that I could buy my way to heaven, and maybe I’m stupid enough to believe I still can, wouldn’t that be the easy way out?
Or maybe I still believe that there is only one story . . . and that is the story of a guy, and what he saw . . . goddamit I don’t know anything, It wasn’t much but I can only tell you what I saw.
And what I saw was it was just right there, it was just beyond my reach, it could be sweet, I could be one of them, I could be somebody, I didn’t want to have to get old, I didn’t want to be forgotten, there was still time . . .
then the business thing fades back and break character, shane is of screen bringing up rc etc and i’m trying to avoid it and keep going on about business in an uptight way.
then it cuts straight to pirates
I need to bring out the way it was more, and the transformation.
Then finally the resolution, I don’t know about it, what suits the narrative, that I felt it was all there for me but . . .
Pirates
How did it come to this?
Then I’m doing my pirate thing, maybe with shane filming, out lynmall, montage, sunset/dusk, “do you remember that time on tour” “yeah. lets not talk about it”.
segue to night. Talking to girls
“Yes I’m a pirate do you want to be my wench. We’re making a video for youtube.”
“How did it come to this? I’m dressed as a pirate, I’m in downtown auckland, and I don’t have a hope in hell.”
“Do you remember that time on tour, that . . . ”
That’s when I gush forward drunkenly about Volita.
“Why didn’t she want me?”
culminating in the loser DJ rant, then flipping to a big musical drop where it rides out, me stumbling about town, dancing, falling over, passing out.
FIN
I think I should do kurb artists as an episode, and of course Lord Jonathan the 17th century internet marketer.
And super lover man. Where is the baby. Where’s my baby?
MORE LOST TWEETS
I’m reinventing myself as a young businessman who can’t leave behind the myspace’n bass lifestyle of the heady 00’s #ohwait #reaffirmation
have your fun, have your kids, have your regrets, have your funeral . . . hey, don’t let me hold you up
Heading to a strategy meeting in my garden to consult plant community on growth implementation #imimportant #noiam #quitecontrary
I’m a sucker for a pretty face. Thats why I don’t know any pretty girls.
I just know their numbers. haha
its like this, once you’ve got some money, you can make more. Once you’ve got one girl . . . well, after that you’re just looking for trouble
They say “More money, more problems” but when it comes to girls, it just takes the one and you already there
I always tell people I’m in internet marketing, if I wasn’t good at that I wouldn’t be doing much else.
