Here's the official video for Indie by Mark Lotterman. Everyone who has been involved with this video (one way or another) is a close friend or a close friend's kid. Therefore it was a LOT of fun writing the script and shooting the video. Mark decided he needed a video for this song 10 days before the planned release date. Writing the story, gaining access to all the locations, getting all the people there, shooting and editing it... it was a hell of a job for a 2-man crew. But we did it and we're pretty happy with the result. Let us know what you think!
Shot on Canon 5D Mark III with a bunch of L-lenses. Graded with FIlmconvert.
Also the first shoot we used our new Zacuto Recoil rig. That Z-Drive with Tornado is friggin' awesome. For the slider shots we used the Kessler Philip Bloom Pocket Dolly Traveller.
Video written by Sasha Ivantic, Mark Lotterman, Sarina Ivantic-Vroegindeweij and Auke Triescchijn
Directed, filmed and edited by Sasha Ivantic
Second camera by Sjoerd Versluis
Sandwiches for the crew and actors by Sarina Ivantic-Vroegindeweij
A big thank you to all the future great actors (in order of appearance): Niek Hilkmann, Ad Nagelkerke, Kevin Andeweg, Merel Moelker, Ky-Mani, Lucie, Jade Lavie, Aron, Josipa, Branimir, Ted Nagelkerke, Benoit Martiny and Frank Jonas.
Filmed at the House of Music Dordrecht, Anno 1867 Rotterdam, Coolblue HQ Rotterdam, Lucie's bedroom and Sasha's living room.
And last but not least, thanks to Vincent Klinkenberg for his lending us his awesome van.
Music and lyrics by Mark Lotterman
Vocals and guitar by Mark Lotterman
Vocals by Tessa Douwstra
Glockenspiel by Benoit Martiny
Piano by Leon den Engelsen
Produced and recorded by Frank Jonas
Mixed by Martijn Groeneveld at Mailmen Studios
Mastered by Darius van Helfteren at Amsterdam Mastering
Released by Harlem Recordings - 2014
I quit making music, for the second time today
It can be quite exhausting when you hate the songs you play
Of course i have no money, and my mother pays the rent
Sometimes I'm just scared that I will fail until my end.
I think your songs are gloomy, because you speak of death
But it's my job to remind you of the things you might forget
I don't want you to end up all surprised at Peter's gate
I wish someone had told me, but I guess it is too late
You don't play indie folk
Don't even know what indie means
You can write the following down, in your little magazine:
I once had a dog called Indie, he had cancer in his knees
When he couldn't walk no more, the vet put him to sleep
Some bands they are shitty, some bands they're great
I think you must be glad that you're a part of that debate
Your record got three stars, but someone heard they gave you four
I didn't pay attention, I was dry humping the floor
I spent two years in a hospital for the mentally insane
And when I was asleep they took pieces of my brain
They studied them in Germany and it didn't take them long
To send me a guitar and teach me how to write a song
I guess you don't have friends, 'cause no one likes a man who's down
There's no one there to visit you whenever you're in town
I have many friends, cause people know that I'm great fun
When you are not around, I am happy as the sun