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RRFC: Last Post, I swear

OK. The DVDs came from each of the 4 cities I was at. So, this will (in all likeliehood) be the last post to talk directly about the week at the Rock and Roll Fantasy Camp. I'll probably update this post with the actual videos at some point, but I'm at work and I don't think editing footage (even on my lunch) that isn't work related is such a hot idea.
 
So-during each camp there was a dude going around with a nice Canon (XL2, I think) and was filming us at the camp (with our counselors)...filming different activities...he got close-up shots of us playing both during the camp and the concerts. It was rad. I felt like a celebutard. So, I get the package in the mail and I'm expecting some high production value (Based on the taking of the footage and the fact that they are charging $50/ea for these things). And I got a mailer...it had 4 slim-line jewel cases (like the kind you get a Office Max 50 for $10) wrapped in a brochure for the camp. Not even some bubble wrap and the mailer wasn't padded.  This didn't bode well.
 
I looked at the discs, half expecting them to be labeled in Sharpie. They were actually printed discs (kudos for that). But I put it in and there were two menu items
  • The Concert
  • The Bands
So I'm thinking, cool! I can click on the bands and see a little VH1 Behind the Musickery. Nope. After clicking to the our band in Phoenix (which has been misspelled everywhere as the Heebeegeebees-it was supposed to be The HeebeeBeeGees) I was taken to our spot in the concert.  The footage looked like it was shot with a consumer camera (I honestly could have probably had sharper image with my cam). And everytime the kick drum hit, the frame shook (thank goodness there's very little kick drum in AC/DC, Black Sabbath, and The Who songs). So, I was a little bummed by that. I told Nancy (but still have not showed here the DVDs yet) and she said 'Maybe that's part of the camp. They wanted to give you that bootleg concert video experience. That actually cheered me up a bit and I laughed about it. Who knows-maybe next year, I'll shoot Zak an email and offer up my services as camp videographer for the tour. It'd be a lot of work and maybe not possible while in my present job, but I'm certain of one thing, I could deliver a product as good or better than what I got this year. For what it is, though, it's good. And I'm keeping the mindset of a 'bootleg concert video' (because in the case of the Fillmore show, that's actually what it was-they allow almost NO filming of shows unless its with their video crew). And the LA stuff looks pretty good. But, you know-it is what it is.
 
I thought maybe the Concert would give me a little better shots. But it was essentially the full concert (basically the 'Bands' section was done as chapter markers for the 'Concert' section). And I'm bummed that the Counselor Jam is no where on the DVD. WTF? Whatever. I didn't pay for it. So who am I to bitch about it?
 
So, yeah. It's all good. Next time you're over, I'll probably bust them out and show you my 15 minutes (x4) in the spotlight! :-)
 
Rock on, dude!
 
 

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Darrin said…
That would be cool to see your footage sometime... maybe even soon.

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