The last week basically became one very long day separated by small doses of sleep. The breaks were good, but I sometimes wish I didn’t have to actually sleep. I could get more done that way.
The first couple days of the week I spent outside of the office chasing inspiration. Loyalty, my new telemark movie, still wasn’t finished (I’m actually working on the DVD as I write this) and I was starting to feel the pressure. It wasn’t only the pressure to make something good, but to make something I was proud to show other people. That might be an obvious point to some people, but that is always something on my mind. It is one of those things that drives me. It is one of those things that never gets old. In my mind I’d rather have someone tell me how much they hate a piece of my work because they see something different, than because I slacked off. It is easier for me to live that way.
By noon on Tuesday I was feeling pretty lost. I had a large portion of the piece finished, but it didn’t really seem to have much life in it. By life I mean energy. I would watch the time line roll by like a train moving away from me. There wasn’t any emotion attached to it though. I think part of the problem has been that we only had two and half months to film everything. That didn’t leave much room for error, nor any room to compile loads of extra footage. Life seems to be this way often – not enough time. Usually you don’t have much time, but you don’t have much of a choice either. You can either embrace the chaos in front of you or you fail. The latter usually looks more appealing. It’s just easier to do. Fortunately it rarely works out that way. I’m too stubborn. If I always take a step into the mess ahead of me, I always seem to learn something valuable.
The one thing that helps me get out of a funky mood is driving. That is why I do so much of it. I figure if I’m constantly moving,I’ll have a hard time complaining about much. So I unpacked my passport and headed to Montreal.
I headed up a different route than the one I drove in June when I went up there. I crossed Lake Champlain into New York state and then headed north. The farm land when you cross the border is incredible. The sweeping landscape, old-world feel and an enormous sky overhead. It reminds me of driving into Montana on a sunny day with the big marshmallow cumulus clouds everywhere. The moment I crossed the border I could feel relief. I’m not sure what it is: the air, a different language on the street signs or just two-lane highways. It is a drug I will never give up. Motion and change are my favorite pills.
I spent a couple of hours in the NDG area of Montreal, drinking coffee and feeling mesmerized by a new culture. The trip was short and sweet. I packed up a few hours later and made my way back to Vermont. I did find find what I was looking for – I found motion to finish what I started.
The remainder of the week has consisted of two things: sleep and work. I parked the rig outside the office, so I’m only a few steps from my work. It is great. I can walk outside, open the door, rejuvenate, wake-up, drink coffee and repeat. I’ve been doing this for the last five days
straight. The movie has plenty of life now, and it seems to gain more by the day.
I’m looking forward to hitting the road soon and sharing it with everyone out there. I’m especially happy with the soundtrack. That is always one of my favorite parts of creating these flicks – I love music. I thought some of you might enjoy a peek at some of the bands so you can check them out ahead of time.
thanks for checking in.
The New Transit Direction
Mason Jones & The Get Togethers