Mornin’ Rob!


So I had yet another cool Roger exclusive last night in my slumber:

We were on the set of an Alex Bulkley production. It was kind of a short experimental project. Sort of an alien/government abduction/experiment. One of Alex’s asian American actor friends gets pulled naked, ass-first into a lime-green room, gets punched in the face, electrocuted then shot full of L.S.D. and left to trip out in this small room filled with dynamic shadows and an eerie “altered states” soundtrack. The actor was totally down for the real abuse.
About a dozen or so filmmakers we’re on set, or rather just outside the 3-walled box, adding to and capturing the bizarre scene.It was like an off-the-cuff private get-together to make an avant garde film. Everyone was encouraged to light, film, document agree on certain props (like pinecones and leaves and vines on the walls) Alex and I had a long discussion about the sounds to use, with terminology like: “Yeah more powerful than silence, like taking a metal string and pulling it taught till it explodes” We agreed that no “music” should ever be used in film… cause it just dates it and pollutes the purity of the privacy of the scene. The scene was an exclusive event- no outsiders allowed sort of thing. I remember specifically hearing “No Pete Nelsons”. I remember getting Charles on the set and he was learning about lighting and adding some great shadowplay with a ripped up burlap sack.
At one point, Daryl came up to me and complimented my fashion sense. He said that was important. And here I thought I was just dressed normal. We started breaking down the fashion scene of the attending filmmakers. Then Daryl gave me these big, black rubber boots from his trunk. I said: all I need now is some Nazi-pants, no shirt, a pair of welders goggles and a necklace with a skull on the end. We both laughed and agreed that that would be the shiz.
I can only imagine what the finished product looked like, but watching the scenario play out, it was a total success, thanks to mister Bulkley’s ingenuinty. He said he always wanted to make an avant garde film like this in dreamtime because of the liquid state and no one could own the rights- it was a “pure” film. I can only imagine that Rick got all the footage and has edited it on some solitudinal plane of existence, high on the finest ganja for that extra added umph! And kudos to the actor who really got into his role, with a vengeance. He really presented us with some insight into the truest fears of humanity.


From the Nether Planes,




Roger