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McEvoy

WEBSITE: www.mikemcevoy.com.au
LOCATION: Melbourne, Australia
RECORDS: 30
LATEST RECORD: 9 months ago
JOINED: January 10, 2010

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Fresh eyes

by McEvoy

Released about 1 year ago

My imagination was captured by @Ruffedges' haunting yet optimistic discourse. Dense evocative language, a personal struggle and a hopeful conclusion. So I decided to try bringing it off the page.

I will upload the unedited clips soon in case anyone feels keen to try a re-edit or remix.

Also, it is worth noting that this piece of writing came from the "Challenge Me" collaboration and that the last line was written by @typochondriac

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angry man hates almost everything

by McEvoy

Released over 1 year ago

Some people use the word 'hate' a lot. Some people feel enormous amounts of anger for the world.

Angry Man is a silly character I created for a friend's short film a few years ago. I thought he might have fun here amongst the love and hearts of hit record! Please feel free to make him look ridiculous by re-mixing his warped view of the world.

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Ladder to Shadow

by McEvoy

Released over 1 year ago

video reading of Metaphorest's poem 'Shadows & Ladders'.

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Battered Hearts

by McEvoy

Released over 2 years ago

	I've entwined several text records into this little piece for the 'I had a heart once' collaboration. It's so cool to see what your RECord has inspired Metaphorest. REsourced & REmixed in this record are: 'I had a heart once' Metaphorest 'Elle’ by robin_paulson 'Laura answers John' CrashAndBurn 'Apparition of a Heart' mushr 'I had a heart once (Expansion)' ntheon 'John's back story' McEvoy Inspired by all the video and audio records already released in this collaboration: Pickle_Blossom, Lawrie, Metaphorest, aszarkowski, slow_mo ...................... 1. INT. LAURA’S APARTMENT - TUESDAY AFTERNOON LAURA comes home from work. On the porch, she finds an unexpected overnight package. She glances at the return address, with a mixture of hope and concern. Inside, she opens the package and finds a DVD. She pops it in and sits down to watch. We cut between the recording and her as she watches. 2. INT. DULL SITTING ROOM - MORNING JOHN, 25, gaunt, sits on a battered old sofa in a messy, characterless room, talks directly to us it seems. JOHN I had a soul once. But I lost it down the back of the sofa. I guess I could reach in and try get it back, but it’s so crumby down there... John peers at the cushions, scrunches up his nose. JOHN Anyway it’s probably all squished – covered in old food and anonymous hair. I don’t miss it that much to be honest. In fact I can’t say I notice a difference...which makes me wonder... is a soul like an appendix? An evolutionary remnant on it’s way out the Darwinian door? Maybe the soulless are the fittest, the survivors. Makes sense. Well... sorta... does it? I lost some brain cells in a bottle of vodka last night. Definitely won’t be getting those back...but then I have this tendency to overthink things...a few less synapses firing might not be so bad. Tiny pistols going off, disturbing my lovely half-coma. John drifts off for a second, lost in nostalgia. JOHN Anyway I’m here to tell you about my heart. Had this habit of wearing it on my sleeve, see. Bad idea. Automatic doors slammed shut on it - crushed the thing - just like that. If I had a soul I think I’d miss my heart a little. We had some good times me and it. Bad times too - sure - but when we got on a roll? Boy oh boy did we ride that wave... John shares a warm, fuzzy moment with himself. Happy nostalgia this time. Then his face turns sober again. JOHN Sometimes I think I could have put it back together - my heart. It happened on the tube. On a Tuesday. On my way to work. Is it me or do these sorts of things always happen on a Tuesday? SLAM went the automatic doors. SPLAT went my ventricles. An audible gasp in the carriage as commuters cringed. The thing went limp first, then dropped off. Was too embarrassed to claim it - it looked so sad – all deflated and limp on the formica floor. John holds his chest, longing, looks at the floor as if his heart were there now. JOHN I mean I tried to save it. I really did. I stayed on the train ’til I was the only passenger left and, stealthily, bent down to pick the battered, trampled organ up, but, slimy with blood, it slid the whole way across the carriage, out the automatic doors and down the gap. John mimes the sliding heart with a flattened hand. Watches the imaginary object slip out of his grasp. JOHN Gone. He takes a moment to contemplate this. He straightens himself up. JOHN Which is why, Laura, me and you can never happen. It’s too late for this hollow shell. Save yourself. Go find someone whole. If there’s anyone left. John gets up off the sofa and walks towards a camera sitting opposite him on a tripod, recording. He stops dead, puts his face to camera. JOHN Oh. And Happy Birthday. John hits the record button. Recording stops with a BEEP 3. INT. LAURA’S APARTMENT. DUSK LAURA sits in front of the fuzzy TV. She is speaking to her own heart on the phone. We see flashes of her memories on the TV. HEART (sarcastic) Happy birthday. LAURA Where are you? HEART I had to get out of there. Sorry. LAURA Don’t worry about him. We are not going to let him ruin your birthday. He’s an idiot. HEART I love him. LAURA Forget about him, come home and get ready with me, everyone’s waiting for us. HEART It hurts. 4. INT. TRAIN – WEDNESDAY NIGHT JOHN sits on the train. He regrets sending his message to Laura. A voice speaks a poem he wrote. (‘Elle’ by robin_paulson) We see flashes of his memories reflected in train's window. VOICE He takes his seat On the train A hungry stare Thoughts race across His face Il attend pour elle The taste of alcohol Hangs upon His lips As his heart Gasps on the floor Il attend pour elle Every stop Every station Holds the promise Holds the ghost Locked in his head Il attend pour elle Invisible to them He escapes And he falls Trapped there Confined As he waits for her 5. INT. JOHN’S APPARTMENT – DAY JOHN plays a DVD on his laptop. We cut between the recording and him as he watches. 6. INT. LAURA’S BEDROOM - NIGHT Static... RECording starts with a BEEP Laura, early 20's, sits on her bed. She looks like she's been crying, sad and broken. She sighs, then looks directly into the camera. LAURA I refuse to believe it's too late, John. It's never too late. She looks past the camera, stares at nothing for a while. LAURA (quietly and kind of disappointed) Your video arrived here on Tuesday by the way. You know what that feels like. And you’d already told me that story you know. Do you remember that night? LAURA I saw an apparition of a heart. It was dressed in a rain-stained trench-coat and was wearing a fake mustache. Maybe now it has lost a few pounds, and a little bit of color. Nothing a good diet, and a new haircut can’t fix. I don’t miss this heart much to be honest. Oh my! Is that a terrible thing to say? Let me explain. I think it’s because this is the heart that left my soul permanently dripping with grimy tears. So I don’t miss this heart much. No, that is not entirely true. I’m just learning to live without. This doesn’t make sense does it? ! I’ve hardly slept these past few days. I should have recorded it with my camera. So you would see for yourself - my heart slowly disappearing. She looks down at the floor. Then, almost desperate, speaks straight down the lens. LAURA It's never too late so don't you say that! That soul of yours down the back of the sofa, your heart on the rails... It doesn't take much for you to pick them up, dust them off and put them back together. Just courage. Do you remember that, John? Courage? She wipes the tears off her face and straightens up LAURA Look. She holds her hand up. She’s holding two hearts. LAURA It's right here, John. Since that night it’s been with me. With mine. They’ve fallen for each other. They won’t let go. She holds her hand closer to the camera. LAURA It's right here. Will you have it back? Because as soon as you get your heart back, the soul will find you too. And you will be whole again, John. I don't have to find someone else... I don't want someone else. I want you, with your heart AND soul. So will you take this back? It belongs with you. And you belong with me... She pauses, looks directly at the camera. LAURA I love you. Fuck. She hits the record button. Static...