I recorded a live song today. If I go the way of Icarus, I wanted to leave with a smile. "ER" from the new CD.

This song was recorded as an experiment. J'apprends le français. 🙂

The lyrics have now been adjusted thanks to the assistance of Christope Garnier. 🙂

The video for this song on YouTube was taken down due to a recording error. We're shooting it again. It's looking lovely out though so I imagine we'll have it up this week. I'll send out a tweet!

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Endormi

Avec les chiens à la plage.
Je vais nager passé les rochers.
Je voudrais une fin du monde.
La fin du monde,
ma fille.

Quand je ne peux pas te voir.
Au dessus des vagues.
Je vais te raconter des histoires.
La fin du monde,
ma fille.

Quand je dors, ils viennent,
ils te portent dans leurs bras.
Et tu ris.
Je ne sais pas nager.
La fin du monde,
ma fille.

With the dogs at the beach.
I will swim past the rocks
I would like an end to the world.
The end of the world,
my daughter.

When I can't see you
over the waves
I tell you stories.
The end of the world,
my daughter

When I sleep, they come and
they carry you in their arms.
And you laugh.
You know, I not swimming.
The end of the world,
My daughter

El Cid has already started to show up on some airwaves. There's a push by my Clip deputies to get it out to some unnamed, mysterious lands.

If you're the sheriff of one of those mysterious, unnamed lands, please step forward and claim a prize! From me. Seriously. Not sure what it is yet though.

A silver badge?

The second single is slated for airplay a month from now. I don't know the date exact yet. I recorded a backstage version of the song for Pop Culture Monster and it was posted on YouTube a few weeks ago. The CD version differs quite a bit. We'll have updates on Twitter when it's available. Both tracks should be up on MySpace at some point.

The Make Our Video Contest response was really great. Due to an issue with some ad timings, Clip extended the contest through Nov. 30th. If you're a speedy filmmaker, there's still time. 🙂

It set a precedent I think for future shoots too.

In the morning I made a few phone calls to friends looking for a production assistant. It was very last minute. No luck. My fault.

On Exchange Street, I flippantly mentioned the idea of hiring a bum. It was a joke but five seconds later, we were negotiating with this fire-headed, intoxicated man.

I balked, thinking him too drunk to do it. We offered him five bucks for a few minutes of work. He didn't ask what we wanted, he just said yes. I was surprised when he got up so easily. I told him I'd pay him ten.

It was continuous shot so he had to follow us down the street without direction and grab everything we dropped. He was perfect.

At the end, he had two stipulations: we weren't allowed to photograph him and we could only refer to him as "Red."