Tuesday, August 3
OPEN UP AND SAY "BOO-YAAAHH"
The Day of the Shoot
So the next day, we were on our way to Pittsboro to shoot a music video for Bret Michaels. The air was electric with hair-rock anticipation, the likes of which I hadn't felt since 1988. When we finally arrived at the location, we were disappointed that there was no Bret but, this gave us time to prepare.
We looked around the location--Drew (the real director, sorry Bret) scouted for shot ideas and other things that directors do. The rest of us were unloading equipment, speculating about what was going to happen, and humming Poison songs to ourselves. We kept getting updates about Bret's impending arrival--"35 minutes out...20 minutes out...10 minutes out..."--like he was an incoming nuclear warhead and, in a sense, I suppose he was. We knew that the time was coming, and we were ready, damnit.
Finally, a black Lincoln Navigator pulled up. I have forgotten to mention what the location was--a big ol' horse farm. Now, back to the story. A few L.A.-type rockers got out of the Navigator--then we see the Man with the Hat. It was Bret Michaels, the man who gave us such classics as "I Want Action", "Talk Dirty to Me", and "#1 Bad Boy".
Bret came into the barn with his entourage, where the first shot was to take place, and had a look around. We all got to meet him, and to our cock-rock delight, he was really a very friendly and down-to-earth guy (or as Barry would say, "Yes, he is a nice guy, so we will do it for him"). He was very excited about the video, with the enthusiasm that only a life-long hair-rock God can muster in the 90-degree heat of a Carolina summer. His entourage wasn't as outgoing but, hey, they're from L.A.... Anyway, after our brief introduction, Bret retreated to the trailer for a wardrobe change and make-up. Now the waiting begins...again.
The Day of the Shoot
So the next day, we were on our way to Pittsboro to shoot a music video for Bret Michaels. The air was electric with hair-rock anticipation, the likes of which I hadn't felt since 1988. When we finally arrived at the location, we were disappointed that there was no Bret but, this gave us time to prepare.
We looked around the location--Drew (the real director, sorry Bret) scouted for shot ideas and other things that directors do. The rest of us were unloading equipment, speculating about what was going to happen, and humming Poison songs to ourselves. We kept getting updates about Bret's impending arrival--"35 minutes out...20 minutes out...10 minutes out..."--like he was an incoming nuclear warhead and, in a sense, I suppose he was. We knew that the time was coming, and we were ready, damnit.
Finally, a black Lincoln Navigator pulled up. I have forgotten to mention what the location was--a big ol' horse farm. Now, back to the story. A few L.A.-type rockers got out of the Navigator--then we see the Man with the Hat. It was Bret Michaels, the man who gave us such classics as "I Want Action", "Talk Dirty to Me", and "#1 Bad Boy".
Bret came into the barn with his entourage, where the first shot was to take place, and had a look around. We all got to meet him, and to our cock-rock delight, he was really a very friendly and down-to-earth guy (or as Barry would say, "Yes, he is a nice guy, so we will do it for him"). He was very excited about the video, with the enthusiasm that only a life-long hair-rock God can muster in the 90-degree heat of a Carolina summer. His entourage wasn't as outgoing but, hey, they're from L.A.... Anyway, after our brief introduction, Bret retreated to the trailer for a wardrobe change and make-up. Now the waiting begins...again.
SPIN THE WHEEL
