Fellow trombonist in my high school marching band, Lynn Tivens, whom I've mentioned in some previous posts (his daughter is opera soprano
Jessica Tivens), has found himself acting in a soon to be released short film. Lynn, who in real life played in the band "The Gringos" and then made a career of real estate, plays the part of a doctor. Lynn's poodle, Shadow, plays himself. :=p
Looks like it will be an emotionally intense film with a message. Here's a trailer:
The movies is in the final editing stages. For further information and some screen grab pictures, see
The Park Bench website.
14 comments:
I want to see Shadow!
Looks good!
Hmm...
Maybe I should take that as a sign that there's hope yet for my acting career!
Momo - uncle Lynn will make sure you get to see Shadow.
Swinebread - I think so too. This is Faith Granger's first film (though she has produced rock music albums). Apparently there is a full length feature planned about another story she wrote.
Moody - all the world's a stage. Since everyone thinks you resemble "Clark Kent" maybe you and Swinebread could come up with new Moody Minstrel super hero character...
Well, in the meantime, you've been tagged. Check out my site for details.
i guess it's be a matter of time before momo takes it to the big screen eh...
Hey Agus - that might be fun, but on the other hand, it looks like work.
^(-'.'-)^
I take it you're not a Jethro Tull fan.
Who?
Moody - Oh, THAT jethro tull. Not at all my cup of tea.
Sorry. I thought the posted comment was either a) from a pedafile and/or b) a spam to sell cds from the linked site, or c) both.
Didn't occur to me that it was from you!
Shall I raise your poetic comment from the dead?
But then we might have to discuss the reasons behind the references to little girls and panties.... hmmm. Scary stuff.
Those are the lyrics of the first verse of the song "Aqualung", perhaps Jethro Tull's historically greatest hit.
Ironically, they were largely penned by vocalist/flautist Ian Anderson's wife at the time, photographer Jennie Franks, as part of a photographic/poetic essay she was doing at the time on the homeless.
Sitting on a park bench,
Eyeing little girls with bad intent.
Hey, Aqualaung!
Snot's running down his nose,
Greasy fingers smearing shabby clothes.
Hey, Aqualung!
Drying in the cold sun,
Watching as the frilly panties run.
Hey, Aqualung.
Feeling like a dead duck,
Spitting out pieces of his broken luck.
Hey, Aqualung.
Moody - I reposted the comment. I was pulling your leg a bit. I have heard of Jethro Tull. You're right. I'm not a fan.
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