Another experiment in exploring the past, combining pieces of shots to form a narrative. Some of the footage dates back to the early 40's, up through the 60's, and to the early 2000's. There is also footage from the B-movie classic 'Nomad Riders' in which my dad played a moderate role.
Last summer I found a box of old Hi8 tapes from way back when. On them were the antics of three teenagers, one overworked mother, a baby named Harley, and a constant flux of strangers, acquaintances, pets, and lost friends.
After a long process of getting the tapes into a digital format, I began to dig through them for moments, memories, things I'd forgotten. I took pieces of narrative that I saw and combined them into a story, one which reflects the music and atmosphere of a group of friends living just before the digital era.
There was no social media, no texting, and hardly any money. Just a couple of old cameras and enough imagination to get ourselves into, and out of, trouble.
I spent a lot of time adjusting the flow of it, and whether you're unsure, curious, or under the influence, I truly hope you enjoy it.
Part 2 of the OG Wallstreet films incorporates far more music, and in a way I wanted it to feel like one long music video while telling a story at the same time.
We never considered ourselves to be gang-bangers, or pretended to be harder than we were. That doesn't mean we took shit from anyone. We defied and obeyed authority at every chance. The title OG came from the music we loved listening to, that g-funk, that old gangster rap. Biggie and Tupac, 213 and Nate Dogg, Nappy Roots, Big Tymers, Missy Elliot, Dre, and so many more.
Wallstreet was an area nearby where we used to wander, there was a pizza place we played pool at, and we'd hit the machines with the hope of a quarter coming loose.
Our story spans many different apartments, houses, locations, people, pets, good times and bad, and I hope you enjoy it.
Growing up, I was surrounded by music. By writing. By art. But I was never much of a musician, nor could I paint or draw particularly well. Writing was the only thing that came naturally it seemed.
In my teenage years I experimented with editing; using a Hi8 recorder and a bulky HP laptop with Windows Movie Maker. Most of what I created was silly, stupid, and flawed. But it helped shape me into a storyteller, and I got better at editing, putting pieces of the past together in a way that became a narrative.
This semi-autobiographical, documentary style experimental film explores the past, my families and my own, the burdens of parenthood, the wonder of childhood, and the beautiful, terrifying passage of time.