Here is the latest installment of my post-modern cinema sound art series.
Look out for more of these very soon.
They are going to be big.
This was all shot on my Rebel EX1 Scarlet 35mm DSL.
Peace, love, happiness, and merry Kwanzaa.
Wednesday, December 21, 2011
Tuesday, December 20, 2011
Christmas or whatever
Everyone is asking about my plans for Christmas. This post is just to clear the air so I don't have to keep explaining the situation...
Christmas is fucking anticlimatic for me since I was around when Jesus was born. As a matter of (pure) fact, I had a little to "do" with the birth of Jesus. I know it's hard to take in all at once but it is true: I am Jesus's father. Take it how you want to, I honestly don't care. I'm going to keep going on with my life and growing my beard. If your interested in getting me gifts for this over-commercialized holiday celebrating the birth of my son, contact my ex-wife, Mary. She is in charge of all the shipping and receiving of my estate. I host a fairly big event at California Pizza Kitchen in Salinas and I would say you should all get tickets and come but they sold out last February. All that's left are VIP which include bottle service and a ride home but I'm sure those ticket prices exceed your budget.
As always, peace, love, hope, strength.
-Trayer
Christmas is fucking anticlimatic for me since I was around when Jesus was born. As a matter of (pure) fact, I had a little to "do" with the birth of Jesus. I know it's hard to take in all at once but it is true: I am Jesus's father. Take it how you want to, I honestly don't care. I'm going to keep going on with my life and growing my beard. If your interested in getting me gifts for this over-commercialized holiday celebrating the birth of my son, contact my ex-wife, Mary. She is in charge of all the shipping and receiving of my estate. I host a fairly big event at California Pizza Kitchen in Salinas and I would say you should all get tickets and come but they sold out last February. All that's left are VIP which include bottle service and a ride home but I'm sure those ticket prices exceed your budget.
As always, peace, love, hope, strength.
-Trayer
Thursday, December 15, 2011
Outgrowing My Own Tastes: What it Takes to Be Cutting Edge
I excel, at EVERYTHING.
My mom told me that since I was like at least 10, so its not up for debate.
I have a kept beard, impeccable style, and above all, an unparalleled comprehension of post-modern cinema. That's right, I said POST-modern. I know most of you don't know what that is and you probably won't for another 10 to 20 years, but do yourself a favor and bookmark this page for future reference. You may think that I am full of shit, but lets just say that I know people and I know people who know me who also say that they "know people," so that makes me the person to know. Consider yourself lucky that you pay the $1.99 a week fee to read this blog.
While post-modern film is something that I have been personally developing for a number of years in relative secrecy, there are a few films I can say inspired me to do the work I am doing now. I know this whole concept is hard to follow, but if you can keep up, look at the list below.
Post-modern cinema inspirations:
1) Swingers
2) Jurassic Park 2
3) How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days
4) Gigli
5) Kazaam
You guys probably haven't heard of those, but they are basically the movie equivalents of One Tree Hill, so I'm sure you can see how they would be game changers.
Here's a picture of me working on the upcoming feature "Timecop 3." I shot the whole thing one a Canon RED Scarlet 1D so it should look pretty good.
Oh, and don't forget, I will be doing a live sound art performance this Friday outside of Saigon BBQ in Brisbane. I WILL have t-shirts available for purchase and I WILL be doing a signing after the performance, but please be patient while waiting in line and please do not complain if I do not get to you. I DONT have time for everybody and I DONT care. Its my sound art, my life, my choice!
As always, peace, excellence, and understanding,
Trayer
My mom told me that since I was like at least 10, so its not up for debate.
I have a kept beard, impeccable style, and above all, an unparalleled comprehension of post-modern cinema. That's right, I said POST-modern. I know most of you don't know what that is and you probably won't for another 10 to 20 years, but do yourself a favor and bookmark this page for future reference. You may think that I am full of shit, but lets just say that I know people and I know people who know me who also say that they "know people," so that makes me the person to know. Consider yourself lucky that you pay the $1.99 a week fee to read this blog.
While post-modern film is something that I have been personally developing for a number of years in relative secrecy, there are a few films I can say inspired me to do the work I am doing now. I know this whole concept is hard to follow, but if you can keep up, look at the list below.
Post-modern cinema inspirations:
1) Swingers
2) Jurassic Park 2
3) How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days
4) Gigli
5) Kazaam
You guys probably haven't heard of those, but they are basically the movie equivalents of One Tree Hill, so I'm sure you can see how they would be game changers.
Here's a picture of me working on the upcoming feature "Timecop 3." I shot the whole thing one a Canon RED Scarlet 1D so it should look pretty good.
Oh, and don't forget, I will be doing a live sound art performance this Friday outside of Saigon BBQ in Brisbane. I WILL have t-shirts available for purchase and I WILL be doing a signing after the performance, but please be patient while waiting in line and please do not complain if I do not get to you. I DONT have time for everybody and I DONT care. Its my sound art, my life, my choice!
As always, peace, excellence, and understanding,
Trayer
Wednesday, December 14, 2011
Post lunch follow up
So, to follow up on my lunch from the Clift today... it was quite shit. I had the butternut squash lambskin catfish with a mild, zesty maple syrup glaze. I gotta say, the syrup glaze tasted like it was from a dying, lactating mongoose from Oklahoma City. I mean, it was a pretty basic dish but the Clift fell short BIG TIME. Joke is on them because as I was throwing up in my mouth at the table I was simultaneously giving them a negative review on Yelp on my Garmin Mobile. Let me just tell you right now that I have A LOT of pull with the Yelp community so I wouldn't be surprised if the Clift when out of business by early next week.
Anyways, I'm late for my fencing tournament. Adios and remember... strength, peace, love and hope. See ya motherfuckers!
An attack dog, personified.
Many know me for my cool temperament. I give the appearance that I let things slide off my back.
Here's a fucking newsflash: I don't.
I'm waiting for someone to drop the straw that breaks The Trayer's back. I'm waiting to show everyone what I really am.
An attack dog, personified.
I remember every backhand comment. Every subtle insult. Every weird look from my co-workers. Most people think, 'oh, it's just Dusty, I can say whatever I want to him and he'll be cool about it, cause that's the way he is.'
Those motherfuckers couldn't be further from the truth.
Yeah, I fucking love Sum41 and often wonder what happened to Savage Garden. But that doesn't mean people can walk all over me at work. I've got so much pent up rage that I need a new garage to store it.
An attack dog, personified.
One of these days I'm going to break my leash and maul your face. I'm going to lick blood out of your eyeball sockets. I know that this isn't usually like me to say these things, but this is who I am sometimes. Nobody really knows me.
As always, hope, peace, strength and love to everyone.
Lovingly,
Dustin Trayer
Here's a fucking newsflash: I don't.
I'm waiting for someone to drop the straw that breaks The Trayer's back. I'm waiting to show everyone what I really am.
An attack dog, personified.
I remember every backhand comment. Every subtle insult. Every weird look from my co-workers. Most people think, 'oh, it's just Dusty, I can say whatever I want to him and he'll be cool about it, cause that's the way he is.'
Those motherfuckers couldn't be further from the truth.
Yeah, I fucking love Sum41 and often wonder what happened to Savage Garden. But that doesn't mean people can walk all over me at work. I've got so much pent up rage that I need a new garage to store it.
An attack dog, personified.
One of these days I'm going to break my leash and maul your face. I'm going to lick blood out of your eyeball sockets. I know that this isn't usually like me to say these things, but this is who I am sometimes. Nobody really knows me.
As always, hope, peace, strength and love to everyone.
Lovingly,
Dustin Trayer
Today...
6:20 am: I wake up to my short-haired, short-nosed pug licking the small of my back, I knew it was time for his morning walk. We leashed up and hit the road. I felt the crisp December air hit my awkwardly blonde beard and it gave me a small tingle down my spine that said, "Yes, I'm Trayer and I AM alive." I picked up Bill Murray's poop and made my way back to the house.
7:00 am: I fit into my size small wetsuit like a glove. I felt my washboard abs and bulging biceps squeeze in as I prepared my frontal lobe for some killer morning swell. Surfline said waves were 8-11 ft. Perfect. I hit the beach. The graceful Michael Baca was already out there, toes to the nose, making the 11 foot swell look like his bitch. We shredded.
11:30 am: I finally got to the office, as I walked in everyone said hello, I didn't respond. More compliments than normal on my beard today. I sit down in my hydraulic desk chair and elevate it in a position where I can monitor my employees. I look down on them as they look up to me with admiration.
11:45 am: I feel hungry so I'm off to the city for a 3 hour lunch at the Clift Hotel with the cast from 21 Jump Street. I'll post again later and let you know how the mid day wine selection was.
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