My Time With DMX: Part 2
Well now that its been about a week short of a year since my last post, I figure I might as well finish up with part 2, appropriately labeled "Part 2." I'll start where I left off.
When I returned to the shooting location it was getting kinda dark. I grabbed my headlamp miners flashlight thing and walked in. I soon ran into a very very inebriated DMX with a huge bottle of Hennessy in hand and his 40 man entourage. He wanders past me and stops.
"Wait...wait up. Yo dog, whats that shit on your head!" Says he. So I says to Mable I says, "oh this? Its a flashlight..." DMX replies with "Shit dog. Imma have to get me one of those. That shit is tight yo!" I'm like "well its 18 bucks at Home Depot." "Yeah dog!" He took a swig of Hennessy and wandered on. I'm sure he rushed right out and bought one the next day. Amused that he was so impressed of something as standard and boring as a flashlight, I went back to work.
When I got done with whatever task I was doing, I went back to the group for another job. I found DMX holding a prayer before the shoot. Everyone was holding hands in a big circle. If you don't know, he always includes a prayer on each album and is apparently is or was a preacher in some church somewhere. His prayer went something like this:
"Lord! We aint shit to you! We aint shit, dog! We just a bunch a niggas down here! We dont got shit on you! Let this shoot go well and safe!" About this time he started jumping up and down and yelling more ridiculous prayers. He finished and we started working. After a few minutes one of the producers noticed that the extra 40 people from the ridiculous entourage were all hovering around the snack table. Producer was like "wtf I'm not paying for these fuckers to eat." We then had to move the table to a secret location.
Later I was a cable wrangler and found myself dancing back and forth with a handful of cable going from the camera to the directors monitor. Some jackass didnt bring much cable so the director had to dance around with us. There were 4 of us ( camera guy, focus puller, myself, and director) now dancing back and forth trying to anticipate the camera guys moves and not knock him over or pull monitors out of the directors hand. Fucking ridiculous.
In between takes DMX would take swigs of Hennessy and generally be a crazy ass.
As the night wrapped, I was given a big bag of tacos to take home. I went home at 6 am to sleep and dream about how awesome my job is.
Yep.
-nate
When I returned to the shooting location it was getting kinda dark. I grabbed my headlamp miners flashlight thing and walked in. I soon ran into a very very inebriated DMX with a huge bottle of Hennessy in hand and his 40 man entourage. He wanders past me and stops.
"Wait...wait up. Yo dog, whats that shit on your head!" Says he. So I says to Mable I says, "oh this? Its a flashlight..." DMX replies with "Shit dog. Imma have to get me one of those. That shit is tight yo!" I'm like "well its 18 bucks at Home Depot." "Yeah dog!" He took a swig of Hennessy and wandered on. I'm sure he rushed right out and bought one the next day. Amused that he was so impressed of something as standard and boring as a flashlight, I went back to work.
When I got done with whatever task I was doing, I went back to the group for another job. I found DMX holding a prayer before the shoot. Everyone was holding hands in a big circle. If you don't know, he always includes a prayer on each album and is apparently is or was a preacher in some church somewhere. His prayer went something like this:
"Lord! We aint shit to you! We aint shit, dog! We just a bunch a niggas down here! We dont got shit on you! Let this shoot go well and safe!" About this time he started jumping up and down and yelling more ridiculous prayers. He finished and we started working. After a few minutes one of the producers noticed that the extra 40 people from the ridiculous entourage were all hovering around the snack table. Producer was like "wtf I'm not paying for these fuckers to eat." We then had to move the table to a secret location.
Later I was a cable wrangler and found myself dancing back and forth with a handful of cable going from the camera to the directors monitor. Some jackass didnt bring much cable so the director had to dance around with us. There were 4 of us ( camera guy, focus puller, myself, and director) now dancing back and forth trying to anticipate the camera guys moves and not knock him over or pull monitors out of the directors hand. Fucking ridiculous.
In between takes DMX would take swigs of Hennessy and generally be a crazy ass.
As the night wrapped, I was given a big bag of tacos to take home. I went home at 6 am to sleep and dream about how awesome my job is.
Yep.
-nate