Leaving Seattle today for New York. It’s been a long few days of relentless book self-promotion and indie-film propaganda. Nonetheless I’m pleased how most things went, but there is much to chew over and I don’t think I’ll be able to do that properly until I’m back in Brooklyn living the kind of routine that would put a cinematographer to sleep.
Things are picking up, though, so now that I mull it over I wonder how much routine I’m going to be allowed in the next several weeks. Grassroots is coming to theaters in New York in less than a month. My phone will soon be ringing off the hook to do that promotional work.
Meanwhile, hundreds of miles away, the town of Phil Campbell is screening the latest cut of I’m with Phil tonight. I’m curious to hear how that went. I’m also curious to see director Andrew Reed’s latest cut. My only hope right now is that we don’t get too far ahead of ourselves on the documentary, that the necessary time is taken to make this film as good as it can be. Because I know, in the end, if patience is taken, it will be an awesome film.
Gotta go pack now. See you soon.