I don't even know what this is. It's like a sparkly lava lamp? I found it in my mom's house & after staring at it for an hour I decided to shoot a vid I could watch on a loop. That shit's fascinating.
There's more to flickering lights than flashbulbs and votive candles. These are REAL flickering lights. Street flickering lights. Flickering lights with some motherfucking attitude. Although we start with some flashbulbs.
Flickering lights footage from HitRECord On the Road shows. The audience shot is from the DC show - everything else is from Philly.
If I may editorialize for a minute, this right here is why I love HitRECord.
Most people don't ever have the opportunity to have 1,800 people cheering them on. But look at these people! They deserve your applause! ARE YOU NOT ENTERTAINED?
Also I am a truly awful videographer. I was having too good a time to even try to keep the camera steady.
Hey guess what guys we're making a TV show!
I'm excited, are you excited? More work means more chances for all of us!
This is why he's the director.
Better out than in, I always say.
Alas, all good things must end, even amazing HitRECord shows.
Adieu, adieu, parting is such sweet - oh hey, Conor Oberst is coming to town!
Cacheth hitting RECord the old-fashioned way. She's incredibly fast & incredibly good.
A Fake History of Guiseppe the Tailor There once was a tailor called Guiseppe who was known throughout all Los Angeles for beauty of his quinceanera dresses. They were beautiful mountains and fountains and showers of tulle and lace and sequins, so stiff they could stand on their own.
One day, the king of Los Angeles ordered Guiseppe to make quinceanera dresses for his twelve beautiful daughters, each more lovely than the last.
Guiseppe locked himself in his workroom. He buried himself under a mountain of tulle, swam in a lake of lace, and danced in a whole meteor shower’s worth of sparkling sequins. He labored night and day, in moonlight and sunlight and by the light of his MacBook Pro.
Finally, it was the night before the twelve princesses’ fifteenth birthday. As the clock struck nine, Guiseppe put down the needle. The twelve quinceanera dresses were finished. They shone brightly in the darkened room, seeming to glow from within.
But... tragedy! The dresses were perfect - the mountains of tulle, the fountains of lace, the lavish showers of sequins...
But Guiseppe had forgotten the zippers.
Distraught, Guisseppe made his way home, passing the closed shops and empty alleyways. He got on the Metro towards Long Beach, and called his wife on his cell phone.
“Dolores,” he said, “We are ruined! The princesses’ quinceanara dresses have no zippers, and all the shops are closed! What good are mountains and fountains and showers of tulle and lace and sequins, when there is no way to keep the dresses SHUT?”
Dolores tried to comfort her husband, but he was inconsolable. He leaned his head against the window, and dreamed of the beautiful dresses that would never be worn, and the disappointment of the twelve beautiful princesses, each more lovely and rage-filled than the last.
Suddenly, the train rounded a bend, and what should appear on the horizon but the U Can Zipper zipper factory, shining in the floodlights, more beautiful in Guiseppe’s eyes than Shangri-la, more lovely than El Dorado, and with more power to save this poor tailor’s bacon than Heaven itself. They made every kind of zipper imaginable - metal zippers, invisible zippers, plastic zippers, and nylon zippers in every color of the rainbow. It was Avalon and Xanadu and Atlantis all in one.
“Dolores,” Guiseppe said to his wife. “I believe our problems are solved.”
Because I am lazy & kind of suck, this took forever to find & put up.
But because librarygirl6 is awesome (& a gentleman & a scholar & a fine American), & because this interview is the reason why we're friends (the initial reason, there are many many subsequent reasons), I did finally get it together to post this. Sorry it took so long, darlink.