This is the band’s new – ultra cool – drum head, designed by Kent.
Well, yesterday was a huge amount of fun. Kent, Dong, Dan and Carissa did a yeoman’s job of being rock stars in the hot, hot sun. Never have three guys and two gals looked so cool while sweating so profusely into their clothes.
Most of the footage for the video was completed yesterday. There are only a few awe-inspiring scenes of dazzling visual spectacle left to be recorded. We’ll be doing some extra stuff on Wednesday, when Jason can be with us. (He was too busy giggin’ to attend)
Carissa (our star) was a real sport. (Well, let’s face it, with this band, she has to be a sport 24/7)
“You want me to do WHAT???”
Plus, we could not have done this without the invaluable help from two of Carissa’s victims….we mean friends.
A very special thanks to Katie for being in our video. She was also a great sport. And a pretty darned good fake keyboard player.
And to T.C. for crowding into a very small toilet with six other people and for helping out behind the scenes.
And I’d like to thank everyone involved who did such a great job clearing out that oodles and oodles of space in my crowded fridge where the beer used to be.
The raw video is now the in extraordinarily capable hands of Dong who so expertly edited our last video together. Stay tuned! The world premier will be soon!
P.S. This will give you a clue to what the music video is about.
And now….More Captioned Pics!
Carissa finally spots the “Nudity Requirement” in her oh-so-lengthy music video contract.
After waiting for over an hour for Kent to come out of the bathroom, those who are desparately waiting discuss the logistics of all using the toilet at the same time.
“Wait a minute. Four of us went in there. Did anyone see Carissa after we flushed?”
“I woke up from my nap and all my fingers were broken. How could that happened?”
“Ah, it was, ah, probably caused by a sudden gust of wind.”
Carissa enjoys a typical Snoop Dog breakfast.
Hey, get a load of the headlights on that babe!
This is Dan, two and a half sips of Heineken away from needing a stretcher and paramedics.
“God this is fucking freezing. Oh well, at least Darrell can’t take a picture of my wet ass, like this.”
“Here is a picture of Carrisa’s wet ass.”
By day, Kent adopts the guise of a mild-mannered photographer, but at night….!”
“Why does this phone taste so funny?”
“There is absolutely nothing to be ashamed of, man. Some people just don’t look good in Straw.”
“Yeah, I’ve seen these guys naked.”
“You’re really pretty. Can I come back after I finish throwing up and hit on you some more?”
“Are humans really capable of snoring that loud?”
“What?! I Can’t hear you!”
“Dear mom. You were right about L.A. Right at this very moment I have this really creepy Asian guy looking down my top.”
“Hey she’s looking up other bands that need singers on Craig’s List!”
While shooting was going on, we had several celebrities drop by. Here is that guy from the cover of the Monopoly game.
“What? And give up show business?”
While Carissa works on her motivation for the next crucial scene, the boys watch Diaper Porn on the internet.
“Hey Carissa’s asleep. Let’s go through her purse and look for really embarrassing shit.”
“I don’t get it. All the guys wanted me to do today is take off all my clothes and drink a lot of beer. Why would they want me to do that?”
“Are you sure all I’m smoking is oregano?”
“I had such high hopes for myself, and now look at me…”
“Mine are the only boobs around here that these guys are going to stare at. Got that Missy?”
During a brief break in the shooting, Katie takes a moment to have a quick orgasm.
“This is just how I want to deliver my first child.”
Dong knows that there’s something about an Asian man’s armpits that brings the ladies running.
“Why Dong, I can’t explain it, but I’m strangely drawn to the shapely contours of your underarms.”
“Oh Lawdy. Bring them dreamy-assed pits over here to mama!”
“Shit, I’d better do this quick before Darrell takes another super-unflattering picture of me.”
And our first video is here - should you wish to take a gander.
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