Distant Dreamer

Okay. . .

Remember my big adventure? And remember how I'm filming it? And remember how I have no idea what the feck is involved with making a short film? Well it turns out, after much discussion with both the director and the producer who are both well versed in legal copyright issues, music is a taboo unless I have paid for the rights.

A transcript from my three most recent phone conferences with producer:

Me: I was hoping we could use something from Modest Mouse on the road trip portion.
Alex: Nope

Me: Maybe we could SING the WORDS to a Billy Joel song on the run through the park.
Alex: Nope

Me: I'm picturing a scene where my sister and I are sharing the ear buds from an iPod and MOUTHING the lyrics to a U2 song.
Alex: (For a very important producer, he doesn't have very impressive phone service. I believe the call was dropped, as I did not get a response.)

So I have to BUY music, MAKE my own music, or BEG for free rights to music.

I only have enough in my budget to purchase a fourth-grade version of Hot Cross Buns, performed on recorders. And I can't sing or play my way out of a bad karaoke joint. Soooooo. . . begging it is. And I NEED help. Please do this. If you have any respect for clean air and would like to keep it free of my own recorder playing, please do this.

Step One:

Listen



The director found this song whilst dusting off his only 'chick' CD to inspire him while story-boarding this film. He made me hear it. "It's perfect for your project. PERFECT." And it is. I was skeptical, as I believe all men think that 'inspirational chick music' sounds the same. But this is perfect.

I have to have it.

Step Two:

Click here. It will take you to Duffy's site 'contact' page.

Then cut and paste from below to fill in fields.


Name: (your own name)

Subject: PR enquires

Email Address: sandinmyswimsuit@gmail.com

Message:

I am writing on behalf of Miss Ive's short film. She is the craziest girl I know and certainly a 'Distant Dreamer,' as evidenced by the fact that she has written to everyone she knows around this world and has nicely requested (under threat of bodily harm) that we write to you. She would love nothing more than to grace her project with Duffy's song, Distant Dreamer. She believes it is possible you will say yes. Remember, she's a dreamer.

{Insert one-two sentences describing a crazy dream of your own} And, now, thanks to my crazy friend, Miss Ive, I am inspired to go do this. Blame her if you will, but please give her what she asks. She's insufferable when she does not get it.

With much gratitude,

(your name)

Okay. Now you know what to do. Do it. Then play this song again. If, at song's end, you DO NOT end up standing in your chair, hands in the air, you have no soul. It's that good.