It was 2001...
Things were tough...
But, they'd been tougher.
I got a call from Schnack. In L.A.!
Schnoocky, what's a big-time video guy doing in the doc game?
That's strictly kids stuff...
You got a mortgage.
Grow up Schnoocky!
Schnack says to me, Flanso, this is different.
DVD, independent distribution...
Whole different deal.
He was sellin', but I wasn't buyin'.
Schnoocky, I didn't live through three world wars to be buried alive in my own bullshit.
You wanna carve my tombstone, maybe you should kill me first.
Skeptical?
You bet I was.
I found out that day
Any man who has a lawyer who thinks he knows the mind of a documentary filmmaker has a fool for a client.
The film was on...
And it was gonna be big.
No sooner had I hung up the phone than A.J. was on the road.
I dunno if he was in a VW minibus, but he was talking to every hippie I ever worked with.
The DV stock was cheap, but not as cheap as the talk.
He was interviewing fifty people, a hundred people, two hundred people, whatever it took to get the story...
...To get the story wrong.
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