backstage behind the scenes [blog catchup] (199/365b)

backstage is cold and beautiful

up at 5:30am so i can get to the bakery, pick up the car, pack the bench, make hot thermoses of coffee and milk, and generally get everything ready for our next video shoot. the weather was threatening rain. we wanted foggy or cloudy but not rain, we can't play in any rain. irmtraud called at 6, it was raining where she was. she suggested bagging (can you tell i'm writing this in england? i even chameleon my writing) the whole endeavor. 

i agreed

then i disagreed

then i thought maybe we'd at least just go there

then i had second thoughts

then i called to say forget the makeup, let's meet there

so we did. and it was raining, but we sought alternatives. the sun broke out a little, it was getting later. we decided to just go for it. brian carried our bench up the hill looking for all the world like a gigantic yellow butterfly with red wings. i wanted to photograph that, but we were short on time, trying to beat the next rain, whenever that would come, and i was carrying way too many things.

we finished shooting with the very first drops of rain. eek, i had to wipe them off my viola! the others were already at the car, and klaus and i ran down the hill together, i was giggling like crazy, just because we had just barely gotten everything shot. i hope we have enough footage. we'll pick up the bench later. (if not it'll be the second bench i've "lost" in my life*)

home again for dinner, then i tried to film our first non-music video with the ladies of the quintet. i'm not sure we got anything good, but we'll see. it was quite awkward to talk in front of the camera, not just for me, but for all of us. dinner afterwards at a cozy little place called s'auerbrugger, which i called the sour burger. walked myself home, ringing in the new irma year at midnight alone. got home where brian was waiting for me.

*once upon a time, at mass academy, they put on a play that took place at a bus-stop. i wanted to be in it, but didn't get cast, specifically because i wasn't doing well enough in school, and the teachers thought the play would take too much of my time. (i would have failed out anyways, with or without the play, so i might as well have done it, but oh well) they needed a bench for the bus stop, so i volunteered my family's bench, and with effort dragged it up the big hill we lived at, across the street and to the stage. after the play, nobody knew where the bench belonged, so they left it, and somebody else supposedly brought it to the props closet, but the props people didn't know where it came from either, and when i went to the props closet to pick it up, it was not there - vanished into thin air. my parents didn't let me live that down very soon.