Okay, I think I’m just about to pass out. I haven’t really been home all day the past few days because Mike and I have been trying to make sense of this entire project so forgive me if this entry gets off topic or is stream-of-consciencous or my sentences turn out several fragments too long. I haven’t even had time to play with Tiki and Brown Dude (they’re getting lonely locked up all day home alone!). But nevertheless, it only took lunch with a good friend and filmmaker, Kevin Phipps, for us to realize: f*ck, we’ve got a lot to do if we’re going to do this right. And as Dan always says: “Do it right.” We should probably trademark that phrase. It seems like a good phrase to have for our [his] production company.We’ve finally started working on the set. Shela stopped by to start outlining the skyline. I know it looks skyblue right now… but it will look good when it’s done!
We tracked the final song earlier that morning. Ahh, these past couple of days have kind of merged together and I don’t exactly remember which day we did what. I thought today (Wednesday) was Thursday several times today. I’m going crazy. Since’s Mike is really more of a rock guy, and the 4th number is more of a jazzy number, I asked my good friend, Joe, to come in and lay that track down. Piece of cake! Joe performs in a cool little group called, The Neoprimitive, which is really hip. Check them out on MySpace.Later that afternoon, I headed over to Dan’s place to record Erik and Ryan’s solos. Soundin’ good guys! In this scene, Ryan (the Masturbating Bear) is trying to raise Erik’s (Conan) self-confidence.Tonight we rehearsed our dancers. That’s right, dancers! What would a musical be without dancing? There’s just got to be dancing for the opening number! The music just demands it!
…okay, maybe I just want to see girls move their bodies in sexy secretary costumes…After taking the girls out to TCBY afterwords, and a quick dinner with Linh to snap me out of daydreaming, Mike and I scouted the town for a few particular locations for filming.Gorgeous, I know.We eventually found ourselves in downtown Phoenix and I’ve come down to the conclusion that Arizona is just one ginormous under-construction sign. You can’t turn a damn corner without running into construction. But at least it passes for New York!Sort of.