i haven't written much about this, but i "act" in movies my ex-husband writes, directs and produces with his best friend. these movies are based on the classic exploitation flicks of the 60s and 70s. i don't know anything about this stuff, even after being married for five years to a man who talked about it nonstop. it's just not my thing, but i sure do love participating in the guerrilla filmmaking aspect of the whole, creative, $3000 budget moviemaking process. it's a lot of fun.
sunday night, we got our first star. he found out about the movie because of a screening someone recommended he attend due to the fact that it's "like those movies you like" and that it was filmed across the street from his house (in front of mine). he came to the screening and approached my ex as a fan. my ex is a DKs LOVAH. from the GET GO. big time fan. it was a good moment for the ex, that's for certain.
now, there is now a "name" attached to this crazy project. and while it is a name of questionable ethics, (and more) i definitely set aside judgement for the evening and fully enjoyed meeting him and working on a scene with him.
it was last sunday when i walked in the door of the "studio" and my ex introduced me to him and he held out his hand to me and said, "Biafra." he read his lines really well, and was funny in the scene and really pretty great. he plays a mayor of questionable ethics.
"biafra" proceeded to make us laugh after the scene was shot and we were chillin' with a beer. he has a slightly nerdy voice and an insecurity that keeps him constantly talking. he told us a story of trying to burn a flag onstage with al jourgensen of ministry at the crest theatre in sacramento during a gig, once. they couldn't light the thing on fire, because it turned out to be fire-protected somehow, so they threw it into the "pit" of the concert where wild metal heads and punk rockers tore it to shreds. this was right after 9/11, and somehow the authorities found out and slapped Ministry with a $2500 fee for flag damage. he talked about a lot of punk rockers ending up in jail and i said, "and probably just for drugs." but he contradicted me saying, "no, there were murders." the singer for fang strangled his girlfriend. i had forgotten that story, and for good reason i won't go into.
sunday night was another strange moment. like meeting yoko ono and doing whippets with doug irwin, and fighting with kim deal and chatting with bjork and dancing onstage with beck, or having a smoke with john doe, but some of those are other Christmas Specials*, and i'll tell ya about them later.
xo
*i've decided to pull out some rock star stories for christmas. it's a special occasion so why not. i shy away from it because i'm afraid of sounding like an asshole, "oh guess who I MET..." you know what i mean.
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