Photo by Carol Mac Photography Spending the winter in the south of France has been fabulous for many reasons – not least because, well, we got to spend the winter in the south of France… One of the other benefits has been that it’s given us the time and space to work on our artistic passions – my songwriting and Carol’s photography. And now we’re going to have a go at bringing the two together by making a video of one of my songs, ‘Don’t Wanna Run’ (co-written with Nashville singer songwriter Terri Calderon).
In our previous video – of ‘Tangled Locks and Matted Fur’, my song about homelessness, which featured Carol’s touching photos of dogs belonging to homeless people – we did include a bit of video footage of me singing, but Carol regards herself very definitely as a photographer rather than a videographer. So the fact that this next one is going to be mainly video footage is quite ambitious. But we’re both up for the challenge!
We shot some practice footage yesterday to see what worked and what didn’t. We realised that various things, such as the reel of hosepipe outside the front door and the plastic bag full of fire ash, clearly need to be moved out of shot, while various other things, such as my lacklustre hair, need to be dealt with by other means. So this morning we’re off to Franck Provost Coiffure in Mouans-Sartoux, armed with a photo of a glamorous young woman sporting the sort of cut I’m after. I’m under no illusion that I’ll come out looking like a youthful fashion model, but if my hair has a bit more body and life to it, it’ll be job done!
Alors, regardez cet espace…
In our previous video – of ‘Tangled Locks and Matted Fur’, my song about homelessness, which featured Carol’s touching photos of dogs belonging to homeless people – we did include a bit of video footage of me singing, but Carol regards herself very definitely as a photographer rather than a videographer. So the fact that this next one is going to be mainly video footage is quite ambitious. But we’re both up for the challenge!
We shot some practice footage yesterday to see what worked and what didn’t. We realised that various things, such as the reel of hosepipe outside the front door and the plastic bag full of fire ash, clearly need to be moved out of shot, while various other things, such as my lacklustre hair, need to be dealt with by other means. So this morning we’re off to Franck Provost Coiffure in Mouans-Sartoux, armed with a photo of a glamorous young woman sporting the sort of cut I’m after. I’m under no illusion that I’ll come out looking like a youthful fashion model, but if my hair has a bit more body and life to it, it’ll be job done!
Alors, regardez cet espace…
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