Another plug for a project we just wrapped up at Giant Ant Media. When the Pacific Salmon Foundation approached us to make the TV spot, it didn’t hurt that the head of communications is both a dashing actor on the side, and fly fisherman.
One of our first, and most repeated, clients at Giant Ant Media is Reverb—a non-profit devoted to greening the music industry. We’ve filmed with them at various tours including Jack Johnson, Dave Matthews Band, Maroon 5 + Counting Crows, and have just used some of that footage in this video to help them kick off their latest pursuit: Green Music Group.
They launch today in Los Angeles. Here’s what they’re all about:
“GMG is a large-scale, high-profile environmental coalition of musicians, industry leaders and music fans using our collective power to bring about widespread environmental change within the music industry and around the globe.”
Pretty cool, right?
RIP
Margaret Page Neilson Oliver Grandin
1988—2009
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Your clutch has been lost
And your master cylinder
No longer masters
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You, never icy
Me, cranking your defrost knob
In heat together
I’ve slept in your bed
But now I can’t turn you on
How time changes all
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Your lazy eye sags
You always saw the rogue cats
While looking straight down
Your bumper bumped
While protecting your big heart
Rust is your gray hair
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With no stereo
I basked in your RPMs
you purred like a dog
Oh, mixed messages
Your stick made me question your
Femininity
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Two Hundred Dollars
You were cheaper than my phone
And went twice as fast
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Sweet, sweet Margaret
How can we go back in time
When you can’t reverse
I turned 27 today.
I don’t think I ever believed that 27 existed. Well, sure I did, but only for old people. That’s how old my mom was when she had me. That means it’s old. And it means that for the rest of my life, I’ll be more than half as old as her.
My Grandpa told me that women don’t truly get interesting until they’re 27. Maybe it’s just something that 27 year old men say because it’s the first time that their declining sex drive has put “looks good in jeans” after “is interesting” on the check list. In fact, I bet that testicles see 27 as the optimal transition into early retirement. Them, and hair follicles, who I’m sure will just start packing up to migrate toward the greener pastures around my nipples and anus (which I imagine to be like Florida and Palm Springs for hair).
27 is the end of the mid-20s. It’s the late 20’s, a time that’s seems to be characterized by being overworked, underpaid, and conflicted between being expected to grow up and wanting to stay young. It’s the year that you go to your 10 year high school reunion and gawk at the hot people that used to get picked on and the fat/bald people that used to pick on them, while trying to figure out which category you fit into because it’s been too long to remember or still care.
27 means that, while I think back to my glory days as a “hockey player”, there are kids being drafted to play in the NHL that weren’t born until I already had pubic hair. It means that I’m still sore after my beer league game 3 days ago because, well, my back just isn’t as strong as it used to be.
I’d write more, but my bladder control isn’t so good. And after I deal with that I need to go trim some rogue ear hairs and refill my Viagra prescription.
I turned 27 today.
Show and tell:
A campaign video for tcktcktck.org
A video explaining SFU’s Canada’s World project.
A series of 20 simple motion pieces describing MEC’s new bike offering.
A 4-episode cooking show for Gardein & Harper Collins for the launch of Tal Ronnen’s new book, The Conscious Cook. Note: we didn’t choose the music :) — but the video is on Oprah.com, which more than makes up for it.
