Welcome To Austin (Part 3)

Kirk Carter@ Chew Bear Productions@ Copyright 2014

Welcome To Austin (Part 3)

Well, there you have it, we worked for five days, morning, noon, and night and finished up principle and secondary shooting in record time...why such a rush you ask?

Because I'm just still trying to get my foot in the door with all this, so if I can save the suits and the check book lady a little coin, I just might be invited back! Very fickle business...remember that old saying, "Your only as good as your last project?" Well in this business, one moment your on cloud nine doing a project and the next moment your murmuring something into a stranger's car window with the phrase, "You want fries with that?"

Either way, Austin was a lot of fun and I hope to be back soon, production crew or not. Would like to thank everyone for wonderful hospitality, good food, and a truly memorable experience. 

                                                                                              Take care and be good,

                                                                                                                         Kirk Carter

And now for a poem-

                                                                                  

Jewel Of The West

Went down to Austin, to do some production;

What I found was true country pride.

With the old time flair, of a city that dared;

To show a big city, no one sighed.

And to the creed, of Austin's seed;

The emotional spirit of many.

And with glee, for all to see;

Their labor was worth every penny!

A stew of attitude, with gratitude;

It's history still has all it's splendor.

So, if you want to take a poke, tell a joke;

Austin has plenty to tender.

Go about the land, make your plan, your in America, land of the free;

Just bring along your gumption, don't bring no assumption;
Cause you'll end up something like me!

So, Austin in the short visit, I feel such appeal;
And I thank you for the hospitality and fun. 
The euphoric days, in the Artistic haze;
I think I got too much sun!

Welcome To Austin (Part 2)

Kirk Carter@ Chew Bear Productions@ Copyright 2014

Welcome To Austin (Part 2)

Yesterday we finally buckled down to some principle production for "A to Z". The lady who rented us the 2 story landmark at 7th and Guadalupe was basking on the sun deck at the Omni Hotel where we put her up, when I went to get the keys. She requested that we not forget to feed the dogs (which consisted of a large poodle and something that looked like a Chihuahua sized rat), other than that the house worked out perfectly!

Later we went to the Coyote on 6th, ended up tossing back a few toddies and I did my impression of what I thought a line dance should look like. Michelle said, "Now she was the one embarrassed" saying "That it looked like something best reserved for Soul Train!"

After that, we cabbed over to the Capital buildings, did the tour of the dome, then onto the Governor's Mansion. Didn't see Rick Perry, but you could sense he had been around recently...hard to explain.

Odd thing about Austin, everybody is just so laid back, just doing their own thing. It's like a Cowboy version of Venice or Muscle Beach, "Just don't mess with me, I'm just enjoying myself!" Don't remember much after that...us your imagination?

Till next time from Austin, take care and good luck with whatever your doing...

                                                                         Kirk Carter

                                                                           Austin, Texas

Welcome To Austin (Part 1)

Kirk Carter@ Chew Bear Productions@ Copyright 2014

Welcome To Austin (Part 1)

Went and saw Suzanne Vega at the State Theater last night. She remembered me (say what...yea, I worked with her at H.O.B., too!) It was all I could do to keep Michelle from climbing all over her. Bisexuals can be embarrassing at times. Unlike guys who have to keep their emotions in check, girlie pleasures are like open season...no permit required!

Went to Caritas for lunch while ago. Walked up, seeing this big line, but it was moving quickly. The one odd looking guard was caring double 9 millimeters (like the real sheriff was in town), didn't seemed too fazed by much (medication?). The mix of characters was truly amazing...like this is where all the hippy's hang out!

Went in and four beautiful Senoritas served up these humongous slabs of homemade pizza (like super deep dish Mexican style), complete with jaleps, real white Munster cheese with tortilla rings filled with spiced pig and chilies. A nice salad with a healthy serving of freshly cut pineapple, straight up, no syrup here! To finalize the tray, they placed a cut of chocolate fudge marble cake (Big enough to feed a family of four), and real strawberry sorbet as a side-show, along with real lemonade with freshly shaved ice.

Amy Nelson sat in the corner on a tall stool looking as the perfect musician against the vintage setting. The building was first raised in 1861, the brickwork was a mismatch of authentic pieces of history, the ruins of battles fought long ago, some documented, some just forgotten! I could feel the energy of each coarsely placed rock, just touching each other through the connecting stucco patchwork. I was buzzing now on Amy's 12 string, needing no amplification, her voice and guitar resonated through the building overcoming the drone of the crowd. She filled the room with perfect song and harmony...Melissa Ethridge would have been impressed!

Michelle was unusually peaceful...she was being a good girl, despite a few rounds at a pub just half an hour ago. We were there for only 20 minutes, although it seemed more like an hour! When we were getting up to leave, I was wondering how much this feast was going to set me back? $15, maybe $20 bucks a piece?

Nope, turns out it was all gratis! Several restaurant owners pitch in along with a little help from the Travis County tourism and development council. As we existed, we were  presented with some parting Charolais and Burritos. Welcome to Austin...pretty cool! 

Master Of The Kitchen

Kirk Carter@ Chew Bear Productions@ Copyright 2014

Master Of The Kitchen

This really has nothing to do with food, but rather the craftsman, the wordsmith. I was just hungry while I wrote this observation...seemed to fit my intended purpose!

Time will tell when a classic thought or writing comes to focus, goes viral, apparently it's driving all the marketers crazy, never knowing what will hit next! A rapper on the bottom rank out of Compton, living in back of a Burger King is suddenly popping Billboard 100, while the the talk shows scramble with check books in hand trying to place the new act...to be the first to show off the hot property. It's commodity based, and if anyone taught all this shit to me at an early age, it was my dearly beloved, but very abusive father (God rest his soul), he never even appeared in a dream or nothing, just vanished like something had him already tagged. Never even picked up any energy ever (fuck), where did your spirit go? I see nothing!

With that off my table, as we applaud affluence and prosperity, we acknowledgment there is a God (interpretations allowed in this discussion), a creator, perhaps thee creator, one that looks over us for confidence, influence, and deployment of creative angst. You have all heard me preach about finding purpose, if you can't do anything else, don't dismiss what the Lord intended of your purpose. Find it and get busy, don't end up leaving nothing because you couldn't focus on moral truths about why you were placed here in the first place...don't end up like my dad! And he knows I mean that, too!

As a writer, post engineer in practice, I must admit it has been quite the trip to have been allowed safe passage forward to a new beginning. It's about being real, no substance without some sacrifice, a little hardship, I'm the real deal, too! I can't help you, you can't help me, however...within a pact arrangement, we can all learn to help each other...get me?

We can't subsist without the acknowledgement of others (networking of a spider's web of thoughts, hope, and amusement being quelled on the common thought?) Heavy shit, and yes...it does apply to you weather you like it or not, so listen up!

Anyway, it's pretty easy to get enthusiastic, to figure out that we must all cut out the media crap and cut our responses towards the logical, through curtailed thinking of purpose. Exclude your spouse, your kids, your dog, if none existed, where would, where would you be?

If I was to ever sit down and write a real book, it would be called, "I'm not responsible for this!", cause I know where my emotional signals come from, upstairs in a land of magnetic flux and spiritual wavelengths." How do you respond to the energy of the living spirits, that aren't dead. As a matter of fact, knowing some of these people when they were alive on this planet, they have more energy now in spirit then they ever showed when they were in human form. 

I think I have figured it out, if they don't help me out once in a while, they might come back as a bed bug or something. Can't prove it, just a theory. I'll conclude with the thought, that just like any good chef or experienced cook in the enthralls of the next great expression to those who serve the Love of good food, serve your pallet first. If your blend is new and expressive, people around you will be kicking your door down to share in the experience. Like life itself, if you don't bring your dreams to some stage of development, you'll never realise accomplishment towards your God given intended goals. This works for any thought or idea. It gets back to the old saying, "If you Love what you do, it's still hard work...only difference is, it doesn't feel like it. You are the Master Of Your Kitchen, now go forth and do what you got to do...

                                                                                                        Kirk Carter

                                                                                                        Austin, Texas

Joan Went Down The River

Kirk Carter@ Chew Bear Productions@ Copyright 2014

Joan Went Down The River

One of those rare shining lights that compounded the art of being a fiery feisty female back before feminism was a practiced word!

I was lucky enough to meet Joan several times when I just start mixing audio at my stint at the House of Blues back in Las Vegas. Official position: Audio 2, I was the guy who ran wire and got to put the breast mikes on the ladies...yea man! Although, she facially looked a bit pasted together, she still had that beauty that we all came to Love about her. Her passions were deep, but her demands were minimal. Her wit was quick, out of the box, and knocked out one liners about her observations on the human condition like nobody's business!

Frank Sinatra called her, "One heavy broad, real chatty Jew butternut, gotta Love her style baby!"

While George Burns (who I also did some shows for at Caesar's Palace), just said, "She needs to try staying more focused...never understood gals like her... what am I saying, I was married to the exact opposite, Joan would have pounded Gracie like a rag doll, what was I thinking...yea focus, the girl's all over the map!"

George Carlton once admitted, "Yea, I stole a lot of her shit...I mean observations...just changed the delivery, she knows my situation, hippy dippy weather men have to eat, too...one cool chick!"

Point being, is that when Melissa started teaming up with her, one couldn't help that her daughter couldn't quite keep up with her speed, her verbal visions. Mom just wore her out!

Focused and quick witted, she tackled any issue, any subject, she was a natural at simply giving the audience a satirical opinion, no holds barred, just straight up!

Bill Cosby once refereed to her, "As a bowl of Jello that never quite solidifies, always shaking around refusing to set!

Don Rickles just said, "She could have made a killing by allowing BASF put an ad saying on her face, (This face is the product of tomorrows technology) like what...this dame was a Jew before "I" was Jewish!"

And she did, entertaining all of us in blessed memory. She had told Melissa in one of her books, "Don't worry kid, your getting all my money, but I want marching bands at my funeral, dancing girls, a big party, blow the roof off the coffin doors, I want movies to watch if I don't go to the light right away, and get hung up in a flight cancelled situation, it could happen? I want a cd player with some Tony Bennett, Frank, and a little Dino. Her last request was a gold toe tag specially crafted by George Winston...

I'm waiting to see if she'll be one of my Guardian Angels, but ah...she's still in make-up!

I'll Wait...

                                                                                                                Kirk Carter

                                                                                                                Austin, Texas

Middle Of The Night (rap)

Kirk Carter@ Chew Bear Productions@ Copyright 2014

Middle Of The Night

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Middle of the night, pen be in flight;

Middle of the night, all right now...

Pen be in flight, what a sight, it's middle of the night, in flight now!

While you suckers down, get around, snoring sound, cause it's the middle of the night, get your sleep, your upkeep, all resound now!

Middle of the night, up and down y'all, but please believe in your dreams, as it offends your call.

Be real with yourself, don't be playing games, societies shame, you still clueless, don't be a fool, be a big boy, game of life ain't no toy, get it real now!

Rearrange your change, try your booty call, down the hall, ask your old Grandma why you be, who you see, why you be, who you see, is it really all you can be, of all the moments, pointless moments, time be a wasting, don't be hesitating on this, societies piss, and you dare hiss, what the hell.

Earthbound be your car, your planet by the star, the one you can live and function in, don't forget it! This jail of earthbound, on the ground, and your fooling with yourself, your mental health, just a felony away from hanging with the hay of those who want to rule you!

We all hated in respect, that we try to neglect, your waste of time on our dime, we see your trying to put down, get lost my man. Get a life now, as we are all related, despite the hatred, take me for a spin, a whirl...come on girl, we ain't all be queen, we aren't that mean, and for the call, the thespian, I be the real lesbian, can't get enough because it's well... 

It's the middle of the night, pen be in flight...
It's the middle of the night hold tight...
Get it down now!
Middle of the night!

Hocus Pokus, everybody focus on the master plan from the spiritual man: 
Who he be up on you, you never left a clue, huh what? 
We all know you man, come on...get to your gate, drop your Love and Hate, stop the debate, of what you got to do, it's never late, (get real with yourself, please)

But it's the middle of the night, put up a good fight, out of sight, your dreamboat kite, the pen be in flight.

But it's your revision, your momentary decision to rule, your school, you ain't nobodies fool, just your obligation, your retention please, get with the real deal, you got it!

So what you see in your pee, is beyond me, but check it out, get your fluid accruing, cause nobody care really if you fall, give it a look and be judge of what might be curtain call!
People will just stop and stare, maybe steal your wallet and hair, cast emotions to the wind you constructed piece of dare, (you messed me up once again, animal boy, no toy, no joy, no ploy) get it going now!

And my old man say as a Mother of fact, with a whack, look boy, make it either with your brains or your back, as he gave me another whack with his folded belt now. (Boy do I remember!)

But it's the middle of the night, pen be in flight;
While your nightly night, I'm your entertainment sight
Of what you dream, all that seem...to be moving, and grooving, inside your emotion, be soothing to your soul, and take it all blame it all on that death mole you saw. (Get that checked now)

What a sin to consider, your brother's titter into moving no where, no groove...other people's litter:
Don't be a kidder or a hitter, as the Judge will hand down the remitter. (Hear me out now)

Cause it's the middle of the night, pen be in flight, out of sight, it's the middle of the night!
Right now, get to it!

Lauren In The Hall

Kirk Carter@ Chew Bear Productions@ Copyright 2014

Lauren In The Hall

As a certified feminist and a very open closet lesbian, I'd be first to aspire my lust and admiration to one Lauren Bacall!

My bequest to the silver screen beauty, she will always be within my heart...

Sensitivity of the moment, as a young Lad, looking at your body, I mean your body of work, your smirks and wonderful glory, your smiles, your frowns, indentured me to become a writer of words, you could possibly one day speak...

But with maturity, one's Love does not not translate into absolutes. No, I wasn't ready for you yet Lauren. You were too grown up for this boy to take pleasure in, for you have spoiled me, and I wasn't ready for your forbidden knowledge of how to manipulate men at your whim. It was simply beyond my ability to comprehend how you had your way with us guys. But it worked, with simplicity of a greased wheel, you rolled with the best my girl!

Despite my inability to escape, you have drawn upon my intentions, and I too have drawn back and marveled upon your cleverness, points of manipulation, the long lasting courtship with the camera, and consistency of dramatic idiosyncrasies, you demanded attention, and you shall receive all notification of worship and envy, simply brilliant in your honor, praise thy spirit!

Lauren, I feel your presence now, I know you feel my need to feel your Love and become part of my spiritual union, a Guardian Angel within my pack, with me you can do no wrong, just promise to make a literary contribution once in a while. One day we will meet again, perhaps in heaven, or a pub. You can't rest in peace yet, we have work to do my girl, let's get busy...spirits never die, they just become more divisive! With you in the hood, I can guarantee a successful out come! 
Be there for me girl...bless your spirit!

                                                                                                                Kirk Carter

                                                                                                                Burbank, Ca.