Sound of the pretty pink pig

So now I have gone over budget, and am waiting to hear by how much in relation to what equipment the sound mixer, Aphonse A Lanza, requires. I am calling Brian Nolan to try and get a communication opened between the two of them as I cannot relay what would be available to us from FAS with any descriptive authority. They exchanged one e-mail I think, and Brian and I had a conflab on the phone, and yes Alphonse quiet rightly wants the best, so after a rummage idea here and there, I simply said ‘fuck it’ I will go and get some more money, which we will need anyway as we were there and then busting buttons in our pants and just about alive under a firm financial threshold. I went out on the pitch trail again, more conversations over the phone and e-mails. Jaw flapping detail yapping, b-ding-b-dang-b-ding!!!!! I had two phone calls that each lasted 1 hour and 40 minutes where a friend over the phone listened with intrigue at this by now accruing substance and pitch technique, pretty far from the first days with Alan, this bone had taken on muscle and hitched on boots and a skirt since then.

I then entered into the waiting game of at least 3 days before I would hear back, after which time it turned out that neither could reach out under their present predicaments even though they were very keen and completely aware of the potential of this, RISK FACTOR kicks in differently for everybody. I was not disappointed, just a little set back as I had thought at least one of these individuals would have had a little more of an adventurous spirit. But it was cool and I just had to rock on. Alan and I went to a friend of his, who owns a large car dealership, and pitched it again, and a good pitch it was, this was on Friday the forth of April. I will call him on Tuesday and hear what he has to say. But as of yesterday we have another individual, a local character, and he has come in for a percentage investment which is great, and I am delighted to see this kind of imagination put forward, this now was a confirmed example of how lucky I was to pitch to Alan O'Sullivan first day, he is steadily steping into the role of Executive Producer and completely supporting my efforts. Now finally I could tell Alphonse to go ahead and get the sound equipment he wanted which included 4 Micron TX700 Lavs.

Hence I am waiting on that Tuesday phone call, with fingers crossed, and hoping for at least another healthy euro investment. I had a meeting a couple of days ago with Priscilla Faye, an attractive young woman who has agreed to use her camera (JVC GY-HD 100) to document all the footage we will need to make THE MAKING OF SPIDERHOLE. She was very happy to have been asked, and seems delighted to be involved in the process, which is what I like to hear. We discussed some ideas about how the documentary should come across, and I will allow her as much input as she wants. Brian made the suggestion of using Priscilla, I had not really met with her before. I am thinking of maybe calling to see her today as I would like to see what a 25P (25 Frames per second shot using a Progressive scan) image looks like on that camera, and also the other frame rate settings, so as to set a look for the doc. We might also use an old 8mm Canon 514XL-S that Kevin Hannafin gave to me as a gift a few months ago. To date I have been capturing the preliminary happenings on my Panasonic NV-GS400, a great little DV camera.

I actually haven’t had a real exchange of any significance with Vinit Borrision for well over a week, I know that he is busy, but I am anxious to establish that we have all the equipment we require, and also want to fix the price for the shipping, knowing that there are a number of items I must hire in Ireland to bolster up the bag. It seems now that monies will be needed for catering which have not been factored in to date, as Alan was given the impression that we would be getting an exceptional deal form a restaurateur in Tralee, oooohhh...NO!! I am beginning to see a big bill here coming off the horizon like a sling shot aimed at my head many moons ago. SHIT!!! And here I am again with my nose like a pretty pink pig pressed to the glass.