During my twenties I’ve slept overnight in parking lots, forests, festival lot fields, bounce houses, and now - a cemetery.
The world lost a beautiful soul with the passing of Arturo Vega. He was so full of life and excitement about art, music, people - absolutely everything - that you couldn’t help but be filled up with love and amazement every time you saw him or listened to his stories or simply just sat in his presence. Just hearing him talk made you want to conquer the world. Just seeing him smile at you made you feel like whatever you were doing was the right thing. I know I’m a better person and musician just for knowing Arturo and it’s with a very heavy heart I say goodbye. I’ll never forget the first time I met Arturo in 2009 on Warped. He watched my band play in front of not so many people and afterwards came up to our friend Greg who was selling our cds at the stage and he handed him a $100 bill and said “I would like 10 cds please” and Greg said, you want 10?? and Arturo said “yes I want 10, people need to hear your music, these kids who can’t afford to buy a cd need this music in their lives” he then proceeded to hand out our cds to kids nearby who didn’t have the money to buy one…that was Arturo Vega. RIP — Written by: Brian Marquis / Photo by: Erin Caruso.
Went to visit family in town, ended up on the Backstreet Boys Instagram. (The one holding a Starbucks cup, naturally.)
Eight year-old me is dancing in place, unable to speak through all the excitement. Followed by a hand on the hip, inquisitive glance to my twenty-something self, “You didn’t see The Backstreet Boys because you went to a play instead? … Is Jim Carrey in it?”
If we’re being real, though: Reading an announcement in the newspaper about the Backstreet Boys coming to town way back in the ’90s was the first time I ever realized groups like that had a whole touring crew, and if an awkward, incredibly shy little kid in Orange County could ever do something like that.
From my twenty-something self to that eight year-old: Not bad, kid. Not bad.
(Blanked out a bullying remark caught in the comments, ‘cause ain’t nobody got time for that.)
“On The Precipice”
Settings: 50mm and 1/4000 at f/2.5 (ISO 100)
Featuring: Jennifer G
— A friend told me this, driving down the 134 freeway late at night after a shoot that fulfilled a personal goal I’d previously considered out of reach. Lived by it ever since.
Couple weeks ago, I had an opportunity to serve as Assistant Director on a friends spec commercial. A fun, messy time was had.
Also, huge congrats to one of our actors, Greg Kashmanian, who a few days ago booked a national TV spot!
Anonymous asked: I saw you on the last episode of Warped Roadies haha you were at 19:05 and 19:13 :)
Rad! That show was such fun.
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