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Soundend.

All the original sound rolls have been transferred. More details later.

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I sat down in a space of time.

Tchavdar Georgiev recites “Pause of the Clock,” the poem by Federico García Lorca which inspired my movie:

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That realization that you misplaced something in 1997 and haven’t noticed it until now.

To put it mildly, since I started making Pause of the Clock in 1994, a lot has happened. I graduated from college, moved to London for six weeks, moved back to Chicago and then to L.A., quit filmmaking entirely, moved … Continue reading

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And the sound rolls on.

I’ve digitized sixteen of the original location sound rolls. About halfway done. Here’s a snippet, one of the live musical numbers we recorded: We never really named this jam, so I’m just calling it “POTC Blues.” Scot Livingston: vocals, guitar; … Continue reading

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PAUSE OF THE CLOCK unpaused

A new “old” project. Over the next long while (months? years?) I’ll be blogging about PAUSE OF THE CLOCK, a film I started making in college (c. 1994-1996). We shot the whole thing on 16mm. But, for various reasons, I … Continue reading

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Pause of the Clock

PAUSE OF THE CLOCK Federico García Lorca I sat down in a space of time. It was a backwater of silence, a white silence, a formidable ring wherein the stars collided with the twelve floating black numerals. (translation by Stanley … Continue reading

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Pause of the Clock

Tomorrow evening I’ll be taking a look at the not-quite-finished rough cut of my not-quite-finished would-be feature film debut, Pause of the Clock. I wrote and directed it. We shot the film in 1995 and 1996, in pre-gentrified Logan Square, … Continue reading

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I get in tracks of time where it seems life is nothing more than a catalog: the movies I’ve seen, the hours I’ve worked, the food I’ve eaten, the words I’ve written. As if taking down shorthand for a real … Continue reading

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