Friday, January 30, 2009

shoegaze.

preen.

your skinny ankles
dance and flop
like cousins
writing letters
talking over
strings and tin cans
plucking blades/knives
of uneven summer grass

but
hips crash like trains
and
trains crash like waves
like snakes
just imagine the dust

theres no counting casualties
in the aftermath
of

thoughtless tired hands
pulling like big gravity
like plush
like a chance to preen
in a flared lens

Monday, January 26, 2009

endless.




and.

the rain decided
to fall
all at once.

apparently.

Thursday, January 22, 2009

NON SEQUITUR (i want to walk around with you (just you, just you))

listening to a lot of new (at least to me) good music lately:
{animal collective} {atlas sound} {crystal castles} {final fantasy} {high places}

i would instantly recommend any of those. and yeah yeah, before you two get all up in a tizzy... sigh... yes, thank you rebecca and wei.

my chef script is taking shape (in my head)... and has a title (the most important step in the writing process)... but thats for me (for now) and will be revealed in all its grand opulence later. unfortunately, i think ill have to do some "serious research" (wink wink... i.e. eating at lots of international restaurants, touring kitchens, talking to chefs, and all around gluttonising myself...) before i attempt writing this one.

some cool d'n'a stuff ive seen of late:
{my fonts} {acne paper} {look book} {west east} {audi} {trendir}

turns out i might FINALLY be vindicated on my belief that there IS life on mars. yes, i said vindicated.

quiet earth saw the trailer for betty i am over on vimeo and decided theyd link to it and declared they wanted to see it. haha. strange world these interwebs. oh, and we're on imdb now.

gonna start working on an album for and the holy roman empire on saturday. decided it's time to make the best freaking record... EVER. im thinking of just stealing all the new stuff ive been doing from the camerahead. why should i feel i need to keep the two projects separate? i feel like there is a huge part of myself that im not expressing with athre. gonna pull out all the stops, not care how we might play it live. we'll figure that out later. pretty excited.

situational dilemma question of the day:

if you HAD to have sex with either: a woman who had a penis OR a man who had a vagina, which would you chose.

so far, the count is 5:0 in favor of the hot lady with the penis. i have my theories on this... but im interested to know what youd pick before i start making amateur generalizations... as adept as they might already be. STUN me.

Tuesday, January 20, 2009

the wandering iphone pt2

this was the table i used to play under when i was a kid. this table was my spaceship.

at anja's. it's still inside me... somewhere...

after dinner in the city with jolene.

the morning i left.

first show at the place where river phoenix died.

it's fuzzy. trust me.

end of some things.

william mason the third.

sad little orphanage.

production design field trip.

couldnt be more clear.

the boss.

work for a bit.

hero. man. doyle.

i still think you can crush a keg with people.

i quit.

stalker.

some improvisation. some delicious improvisation.

my friend the bluejay. he likes my tunes.

sad day. wish i could have taken you home. fixed you up. sent you on your way.

secret dream: fashion photographer.

park with cigarette and bike.

the grand bastard with beer on bucket.

accidental product of the modern age.

the los angeles theatre.

just a man. just a man.

raw stock.

finished. (sorry, but daikokuya IS the best ramen in town.)

blue chip. bright night.

relax. i got this.

fuck.

blessed with good luck before the end of the year.

dont think ive seen two people more happy in a best buy.

my brother, mumbling around like mr. bean.

Sunday, January 18, 2009

AU\TO\LUX.


i really could not have asked for a better show.

rebecca and i got there a little early and where accosted with "coupons" for "healthy" vodka. mine was fortified with vitaminB and hers was caffeinated. healthy. yes.

anyway, wooden shjips brought it pretty psychedelically. some of the bros around us we not too appreciative, but i think i was picking up what they were putting down. i guess at the end of the day, some people wont like your music. so it goes. so it motha fuckin goes.

after some crowd checkers, we got a pretty good spot on the right side near the subs (didnt quite get coronated... but not bad anyway). gotta say though, the henry fonda has some excellent bass. just fuzzes up my chest and rattles my ribs.

autolux. what can i say? ive been waiting 4 or 5 years to see them. somehow kept missing them. but honestly, im glad i waited. the old stuff still seemed fresh... but... the new stuff... the new stuff they played was revelatory. at least for me.

this is where i stop talking about the show.

hearing their new music was a bit of a wake-up call. ive been stuck in a rut with my music for quite some time. the problem was, i was trying to make "songs." i lost my passion for sound and texture - for experimentation. i forgot that you can spin something off of a fucked up bent-tuning and unholy self-eating fuzz (i know i already used that word, but this is my blog and i want to use it twice).

more than anything, thats what the show meant to me.

hope in pedal boards.
transcendence in feedback.
dreams in distortion.

("we're just up here moving molecules")

a truly unplanned encore. an actual intimate moment. i love these guys even more.

Wednesday, January 14, 2009

where to?

some days, i like my script. some days, i hate my script.

today, i hate my script.

of course, it doesnt help to look outside my window and see this.

i dont know if its just that ive been working on this one for so long, or if im starting to go off track again. either way, maybe i need to take a break from it and... i dont know.

i dont like where this script puts me. the middle of it is never much fun. not a fun place to be. but it helps me fuck with the characters more... which i guess makes it funny. but it always seems to kinda suck in the moment. but, at least by the time i get to the end there is a certain catharsis. usually.

god, id really love to be done with this one once and for all.

but i guess theres something to be said for detail and getting it right. whatever that means.

i need a vacation.

ha.

Thursday, January 8, 2009

black and white. super 16mm. trailer. (or: more than i was willing to admit)


betty i am - Trailer (Jazz) from jaime ryan heintz on Vimeo.

so, we shot this thing just over two years ago and it seems like it's all coming together in some form or another. the final cut is done, we're getting music rights, and final audio mixing is about to start.

i really don't even know how i got so entwined with this film. first thing i hear from jose, "hey, wanna grip for me?" then i think, "hey, wanna camera op for me?" and then... "hey, uh... wanna dp for me?"

WHAT?! dp your feature film... ON FILM... the project youre going $20,000 into debt for?!

ME?!

might as well have asked me to perform a transplant on a hemophilic infant. it had been at least a year or two since i had previously dped... and i was never really happy with my results... on school shorts... not features. but, jose trusted me for some reason. maybe he had to.

and... to scare me more shitless. given the circumstances, i knew i wouldnt see ANYTHING of what we shot until well after we finished production. no dalies. no saftey. no reshooting. in fact, we didnt see the footage until we did the telecine... ONE FULL YEAR LATER. so yeah, there was a little trepidation, a big sigh, and forehead rub every time i gave an f-stop to naoe, chisho, or wooja.

thing is, i kinda decided early on (and to what extent jose actually agreed, i have no idea) that if we were going to do this thing truly low budget and take inspiration from the french new wave and jarmusch films... we HAD to go out on a limb... i was going to have to go out on a limb. far fucking out.

i dont think we had anything stronger than a 1k, and maybe only two or three at that, so i pretty much knew everything was going to have to be pretty much practical. i knew i didnt want to over light anyway (since thats a HUGE pet peeve of mine anyway (and it should be yours too!)). most, if not all, of the day stuff was lit by a window (or direct sun) with black hung on the opposite wall and exposure set for the highlights. just aimed that meter globe right at the window. no sweat, right? contrast ratio? latitude? characteristic curve? HA!

i think i had a mantra - if youre not taking a chance, it's not worth doing.

i knew i could have fucked up miserably... no catastrophically. but i didnt tell anyone... unless i laughed it off with an uneasy smile and a touch of feigned bravado.

jesus, that was stupid. haha.

anyway, it's done. it turned out pretty well (still some stuff i'd change, obviously)... but i am forever grateful to jose for offering me the opportunity to hang myself.

the feature and trailer were cut by me (another long story).

the music featured here is "le coeur qui jazze" by france gall.

(and, if you follow this (http://www.vimeo.com/2758101) link, you can download the source video, if youre into that kind of thing)

Sunday, January 4, 2009

up.

are there sounds beyond whats calling me.
calling you.

script pages done.
hard drive failure.
i want to get out and take some pictures.