An old friend, Mediatech, and Liquid Sex

So, last night I went to open house at the Mediatech Institute, hoping for a leg up in the film business. My old friend Rory was in town and has the same aspirations as me and tagged along with his wife. We spent time catching up on the four + years that have passed. It was good. After awhile it kinda felt like it was only weeks that had gone by.

After we had enough of that we headed to the school, and found it with suprisingly little difficulty. At first glance i was hooked. It oozed professionalism and I knew i had to go there.

The tour started with the film department, which was actually quite small, even if the equipment looked top of the line. One of the instructors gave this speech about how much money he makes and i doubted him due to the low rent Mr. Rogers sweater he was wearing. Rory pointed out the students that were already there, and the class of people we would be surrounded by. Smug, pompous rich boys who thought they were above everyone because they've been in the same building that Robert Rodriguez had taken a shit. Idiots. 20 minutes in and the film tour, the whole reason for us being there, was over.

The next hour and forty minutes were spent listening to the sound guys going on and on about how awesmome their equipment was. However, there were two highlights. We got to meet a guy that did sound effects for Ren and Stimpy, which was unarguably cool. Then we met James.

He was the most boring speaker at the whole school, droning on and on about nothing that interested me. Then he touched the keyboard. I can't go into detail about what he did, because i couldn't do it justice. All i can say is that he played every instrument imaginable from his keyboard. FROM HIS KEYBOARD! This demonstration lasted about 20 minutes and it was fucking amazing. Rory looked at me giddly and exclaimed, "Dude, he is Liquid Sex!"

Once all the afterglow wore off and i got us lost on the way home, we all talked. The school was way too expensive and they didn't accept any grants or financial aid. That ultimately means that i don't have a chance in hell of attending. But that's when Rory and I laid it all out. We don't need them. We're going to do it all: funding, planning, shooting, directing, acting, editing, all of it on our own. That alone sounded better than anything i gained from that tour. So, while the school left me crestfallen, that conversation gave me hope. See you in Hollywood, bitches.