Sunday, July 5, 2009

"Postcards from Greg Hemmings #17" Banff Baby Iphone

Telegraph Journal entry #17




June 10, 2009
Banff, Alberta
“Banff Business with Baby”

Photo Credit: Jessica Hemmings

Less than 4 weeks ago we brought our new baby Kaiya into the world, and since day one, she has experienced more in live than I probably have in all of year one of mine! Last week I had to leave her for 6 days as I was in Venezuela shooting a documentary. I ended up missing Kaiya (and my wife Jessica of course!) more than I had expected I would. When I arrived home, I convinced Jessica to fly out the next morning with the baby, to join me on my trip to the Banff International Television Festival. This way I wouldn’t have to miss my new little family! We made the 6 hour flight with out a peep from the 25 day old “filmmaker to be”. The conference was an interesting one this year. The traditional global broadcasting industries are falling apart before our eyes, they seem to be moving backwards as the universal digital space is taking major leaps forward. Jessica thought it would be funny to act like paparazzi and take this picture of me outside the conference at the Banff Springs Hotel with I-phone on the ear, and baby carriage on the hand. When people tell me that having a new born brings your life and business to a halt, I now can tell them that they aren’t trying hard enough!

"Postcards from Greg Hemmings #16" Venezuelan El Sistema

Telegraph Journal Entry #16



June 5, 2009

Caracas, Venezuela

“El Caracas Sistema”

Photo Credit: Mark Hemmings

I brought my brother Mark and one of my crew Lauchlan Ough on my latest documentary expedition to Caracas Venezuela. Mark took this photo as Lauchlan and I were swarmed by excited young musicians as we rolled an interview on a brilliant 6 year old violinist. The documentary is about a revolutionary after school classical music program called “El Sistema”. This program has over 300,000 kids starting as young as two years of age. The children who are part of El Sistema are not only becoming world class musicians, but also world class citizens. This segment of the documentary follows Ken MacLeod from the New Brunswick Youth Orchestra, David Adams from the Saint John String Quartet, and David Hawkins from communications firm Couleur NB, as they explore how the Venezuelan government and private sectors support such a robust music program that creates such positive social change. The goal is to bring the “system” to New Brunswick. El Sistema has transformed the lives of so many children who may have otherwise had no opportunities in life. Poverty does not only exist in far away developing countries, it is right in our backyard in New Brunswick. Music has the transformational power to inspire and empower the underprivileged youth population in our province. Classical music sounds much sweeter to me today as I write this postcard in the Air Canada Lounge in Toronto reflecting on this amazing week of musical discovery!




Saturday, June 6, 2009

El Sistema - Caracas Venezueala


June 6, 2009
“Itchy itchy I-I, Venezuela!”




I have always loved that tune by Slowcoaster…”Itchy Itchy I-I, Venezuela! Cape Breton Island yeah!”. I asked Steve from the band what that song was all about…its’ reggae vibes had everything to do with the Sydney Tar Ponds and the shitty itchy itchy that resulted in Venezuelan oil deals. Seems like a common theme in Atlantic Canada, how can we forget the NB Power/Venezuelan ore emulsion debacle? Our socialist friends of the deep and dirty south play by their own rules that is for sure. Chevas is fighting to become the “president” for life, true sarcastic democracy! I must be clear however; this is not however a blog post about Venezuelan politics, oil or Slowcoaster…this is a blog post about CLASSICAL MUSIC!!!

Lets rewind 2 months…we filmed Matt Anderson and the New Brunswick Orchestra at the Moncton Wesleyan mega complex, wow…what a great concert! We are in post production currently for it and it is looking great! We are all very excited to release this on DVD. Like every other door I have opened in my life, the door of the New Brunswick Youth Orchestra opened me to an incredibly bright and colorful hallway that had a million other doors off on each side. After we filmed the concert in Moncton, Ken MacLeod from NBYO invited me to come to Venezuela with him and a small mission to explore what they were doing as a government and a culture in the world of classical musicians. Who would have thought? Venezuela is producing more world class classical musicians than any other country in the world, it is truly outstanding.



Back in the early 1970’s an economist / musician named Jose Abreu invited a few kids from the slums to join him in a parking garage for their first music lesson. 30 years later, there are musical training facilities all over the country, and over the world, that have stemmed from Maestro Abreu’s initial parking garages session! Venezuela alone has over 300,000 kids learning how to become global leaders in music.



I could not resist. I gathered a crew together consisting of Lauchlan, my brother Mark, and myself to join Ken from NBYO, David from Colour Communications, and another fantastic David from the Saint John String Quartet. They all came down with their wives for a week in paradise. Well Venezuela isn’t actually a paradise, its closer to a hellish feeling in most public places to be truthful. Caracas is a mad city that has a thick thick thick spirit of fear laying over it. Kidnappings, murders, theft and violence are everywhere you look.


I found it very curious that gas was literally 40 cents American to fill a small car’s tank…I am not joking. Less than 5 Bolivars for a 50 liter tank. I figured they could wipe out crime completely if they had gas taxes similar to ours! Ah the ever confusing and repeatedly failed communist arrangements! Despite the “axis of evil” – style anti Americanism, there sure are a lot of MacDonalds and TGI Fridays!


The music system that Maestro Abreu created is called El Sistema, and it is creating MAJOR TRANSFORMATIONAL SOCIAL CHANGE. Kids who live in the ghettos (bourios) with no money, no education, no support systems and no opportunities are being recruited into El Sistema and are coming out on the other end has radical musician citizens This system is amazing, I saw it with my own eyes…thousands and thousands of kids passionately learning classical music. It was the most amazing social organization I have ever witnessed. Ken and the NBYO share a vision to bring El Sistema music program to Canada via New Brunswick. New Brunswick has over 25,000 kids who live well below the poverty line. The similarities between Atlantic Canada and Venezuela are stronger than I ever thought, just on a smaller scale. Music has the power to change people’s spirit, heart, live and position. Music is one of God’s most exciting mediums to create major life changes in my opinion. The spirit vibrates with music; the music vibrates with the Spirit.


Here is the treatment for the documentary we started to shoot:

Il Sistema is a documentary that follows board members of the New Brunswick Youth Orchestra as they learn from Venezuela as they have developed the world’s largest export of professional classical musicians. The government funded after school program, “Il Sistema” has put instruments into the hands of children who would never otherwise have a chance to be transformed by music. The youth orchestra, based out of Caracas is considered to be the best on the planet. There are more professional musicians working globally that came from this orchestra than from any other country in the world.



We will follow the director of the famed New Brunswick Youth Orchestra (Ken Macleod) from Canada on his odyssey to Venezuela to adopt the program and bring it North. Despite Canada’s recognition as a “developed” country, child poverty rates are extremely high.


Ken is passionate about seeing the same social change happen in Canada via music programs. The New Brunswick Youth Orchestra (NBYO) is award winning, and eager to become revolutionaries. Over the period of a year, Ken plans to bring the Venezuelan orchestra to Canada to tour with the NBYO, and in turn establish Canada’s first radical music program based on the model of Il Sistema.


Ken will meet the founders and directors of Il Sistema, explore the city of Caracas and surrounding areas to show the viewers where these revolutionary “Nuclei” of orchestras were born from. This documentary will not only educate, it will entertain as the brilliant classical soundtrack is complimented by stunning cinematography. The rags to musical riches story has never been told before as it will be in this epic journey…the journey of El Sistema.


El Sistema - Background

“There is nothing more important in the world of music than what is happening in Venezuela.”

-- “Land of Hope and Glory,” Charlotte Higgins, The Guardian, Nov.24, 2006

Throughout Venezuela, a quarter of a million kids annually are studying classical music; a radical social project where children, living in unthinkable circumstances and conditions, are succeeding with the help of skills learned through music.



El Sistema, born 30 years ago, as a brain chilled of award winning economist & philanthropist Jose Abreu. Il Sistema is funded by private sponsors and government and offers free music classes to any child regardless of their ability to pay for them. It also provides the instruments. Not only is it a flagship of national achievement, it is also creating transformative social change, artistic excellence, and producing and exporting musicians of extraordinary quality.



It is based on the premise that it is not just the lack of a roof, bread, or literacy skills that holds kids back; it’s also a spiritual lack – loneliness, a lack of recognition and of achievement. It is based on the belief that children are born into the world as assets – not liabilities and that poor people deserve to experience the riches that gifts like music can offer.



Il Sistema has demonstrated that children can acquire spiritual wealth through music. They have shown that art is not the property of the elite, but the heritage of the people – and is within the grasp of every citizen. They have shown that great art is for everyone and that it has the power to improve the lives of citizens as well as transform and enhance society.


Venezuela has verified the possibility of transformative social change through music.
For poor, the at-risk, disadvantaged children, music is the way to a dignified social destiny. Poverty means loneliness, sadness, anonymity. An orchestra means joy, motivation, teamwork, and the aspiration to succeed.



It all starts with children, it is possible, it is deserved, it is incredibly fun – and it changes the future for all who are involved.

The El Sistema program

• Children are given an instrument as soon as they can hold it;
• Tuition, outings, and music are furnished free of charge in return for the child’s agreement to play in one of El Sistema’s ensembles;
• Orchestral playing is a part of the program from the beginning;
• Lessons are in groups;
• Children who have mastered a scale or two are delegated to teach younger children; peer support is fundamental;
• Practice is supervised;
• Six days a week, four hours a day, the children play music together.


The El Sistema spirit

• Music is taught as play rather than a chore;
• The objective is discipline, respect, and achievement through work;
• The goal is excellence: the point is not to be the best, but to be the best you can;
• Everything is communal, everything is about the team; the culture is one of mutual support.


Under these circumstances the rate of progress is astonishing. In an atmosphere of encouragement, affection, mutual support and sheer, unfettered joy in the music, the children reach impressive levels of performance by their early teens.



For the government, Il Sistema is essentially a social project, an engine for human development. Music becomes the path to a dignified social destiny. For the children of Il Sistema, an orchestra means joy, motivation, teamwork and the aspiration to success.

Music changes the lives of the children, of their families, and of entire communities.


I am now at the airport about to leave Venezuela, it’s late and I am tired and can not wait to see my little girl again! Caracas was crazy, El Sistema was Inspiring. We need to take this project further, it is an amazing story, and if Ken and the NBYO crew are successful bringing the system to the far north then get ready! Canada is about to be transformed.

My good friend and Journalist Katie Wallace was originally going to come with us on this project, here is what she write for the original pitch, I thought it should be shared!

There is a story coming out of South America that sounds too good to be true: 30 years ago, Jose Abreu had a hunch that music could help break the vicious cycles of poverty in his native Venezuela. So he put orchestral instruments in the grubby hands of a cluster of poor children. Amazingly, his plan worked. Today his program, El Sistema, is a national phenomenon. Six days a week, for four hours a day, more than 300,000 Venezuelan kids gather to make music together.

Some of these prodigies will go on to join their young countrymen in becoming the best musicians in the world. Many will not. But what they will have gained, and what they will give back to their families and communities as a result of El Sistema cannot be measured in accolades or encores. These budding musicians are literally changing Venezuelan society from the inside-out, taking the skills they learned playing violin or trumpet or oboe and applying them to life.

More than music, El Sistema has given these kids hope.

I want to travel to Venezuela to see the El Sistema story with my own eyes, to hear it with my own ears.

I also want to understand how an after-school music system developed in sultry South America for some of Venezuela’s poorest kids could possibly translate to a small, quiet province in cold, comfortable Canada.

The New Brunswick Youth Orchestra wants to bring El Sistema to Canada. It will be the first organization in the country to do so. In June, a small contingent led by the orchestra’s energetic, indomitable director Ken MacLeod will travel to Venezuela to meet with Abreu and study the program firsthand.

What, you may ask, does a program designed to save children from the streets of some of Venezuela’s poorest, toughest barrios have to do with New Brunswick?

A lot, as it turns out.

Despite stark differences in language, weather, society and politics, there is one terrible shared characteristic between the countries: poverty.

Canada might rank a lot higher than Venezuela on most social and economic indicators, but its rates of child poverty are still abysmal and are especially shameful considering the country’s overall prosperity. Twenty years ago, the House of Commons voted unanimously to eliminate child poverty in Canada. Two decades have passed and not only has the problem not been solved, it has gotten worse.

Despite perennial hand-wringing the statistics in New Brunswick, my home province, just keep getting worse. In recent years, New Brunswick’s child poverty rate has risen so much that is now exceeds the national average. Nearly one in six children in this province lives in poverty. That’s more than 20,000 kids.

Nearly that many poor people live in my small city. All around me, in uptown Saint John, where one in four people lives below the poverty line, the effects of deeply systemic, intergenerational poverty are glaring. It is a strange, jarring duality to be an educated, privileged person with a good job and a nice house living in one of Atlantic Canada’s poorest neighborhoods.

That’s why I want to make this documentary. I want to show how the crushing dehumanization of poverty is universal. I would share this story through interviews I conduct in Venezuela and New Brunswick and by writings from a journal I would keep to chart the migration of an El Sistema-like project to New Brunswick, as well as to record my personal reaction to what I’m seeing and hearing. As a newspaper reporter with experience in writing for TV and radio, I have the technical skills to host the project and write scripts. As a journalist living and working in New Brunswick, I have the local contacts and physical proximity to follow the story back in Canada. I don’t pretend that this is my story. I see my role as that of a guide, a proxy for the audience.

If the effects of poverty are universal, so, too, is the power of music, a statement that would sound corny is not for El Sistema’s glaring success. It’s a success story I want to follow as it unfolds in my home province.

"Postcards from Greg Hemmings #15" - Gotta Have Kaiya Now



May 12, 2009 – “Gotta Have Kaiya Now”

I am a lover of adventure, life and experience. My work as a filmmaker has allowed me to travel the world and have some of the most amazing experiences of my life on the road. The craziest journey that I have ever experienced started last night around 7:30pm. Jessica and I packed the Subaru for what was to be the shortest, but most important road trip of our lives, driving two kilometers from North Street to University Avenue to the IWK Childrens’ Hospital in Halifax. I had the honor to experience my daughter’s first breath of life early this morning after an intense few hours of labor. A new and far more relevant chapter in our lives has begun. Baby “Kaiya” has just entered a world where there are limitless possibilities, adventures, and love.

"Postcards from Greg Hemmings #15" - How Karaoke Killed the Great Wall





“How Karaoke Destroyed the Great Wall”
Photo Credit: Paul Mantz


If you have ever been to the great city of Beijing China like I was, you most likely have visited the Forbidden City, climbed a part of the Great Wall, and sang some awful Karaoke. I was in China filming a documentary about New Brunswick entrepreneurs, politicians and educators as they travelled to the Far East to explore and encourage closer relationships with their Chinese counterparts. After filming many trade mission type events like ribbon cuttings, hand shakes, toasts and red carpet rollouts, I was very excited to finally get a chance to see a bit of the real China. The real China of course started with a very late night of Karaoke. Everyone from the trade mission who came out for the night of singing 1980’s pop classics, and one too many “I will survive’s” ended up going to bed hours later than they probably should have. The next morning we were too climb the Great Wall of China!

The next morning came far sooner than I was prepared for, and my friend Janet knocked on my hotel room door telling me that the bus was waiting for me…I had slept in. I slumped onto the bus and apologized to all for making them wait. We hit the narrow roads and made it to one of the most iconic structures of mankind’s history. I groggily whipped out my video camera to start shooting, but the batteries were dead. In my state of Karaoke bliss coming back to the room the night before, I completely forgot to charge my batteries. My climbing companion Paul was kind enough to take this picture of a defeated me. When I visited the Forbidden City later, still without a working camera, I submitted to my Eeyor-inspired self loathing and thought that no one probably would want to see my sad video anyway. To justify my embarrassing error, I decided that taking mental images of the structure would be far better in the end. Consider yourself warned, Karaoke nights in China can destroy any decent man’s ambition to film the wonders of the world! \

You can see Greg’s documentary “Chasing the Sun” at http://factualtv.com/documentary/Chasing-the-Sun

"Postcards from Greg Hemmings #14" - South Bay Sterns



“South Bay Sterns”
Photo Credit: Gary Davis

As you drive towards Saint John on the old Westfield Road, there is a bend just before you hit the Gault Road that has a train bridge traversing a small body of water emptying into South Bay. If you park your car just before the train bridge there is a path that takes you to the top of a large meadow that overlooks South Bay. There are ruins of an old farm house on the hillside. The farm once belonged to Samuel Stern. Samuel was an immigrant Jewish Romanian farmer who moved north of the border from Staten Island, New York, where he and his family operated a farm.

In 1919, Samuel’s daughter Anna convinced the rest of her family to move north after she married a Saint John business man named Herman Wiezel (who co-owned the Wiezel shoe shop on Union Street, later on King Street). Samuel set up his farm in South Bay and raised a large family until the end of the 1920s at which point most of the family moved south to Vineland New Jersey. Anna and Herman had three children, one being Gladys who married an engineer who became one of Saint John’s most beloved mayors, Samuel Davis.

Sam’s son Gary Davis and I travelled to Vineland, New Jersey to film part of a family tree documentary about the Stern family. Not only did we get to give Samuel Stern’s only surviving son Alfred a piece of rock from the South Bay farm, we also had the chance to explore all the old remnant sites of the Stern family farm and business. Gary took this picture of me filming inside the remains of the Stern produce distribution center. There was nothing inside the building but a few beer bottles and some graffiti. The sign bearing the Stern family name still stands bold and strong, bold and strong like the family stories that make the heritage of Saint John so rich and so very interesting!

"Postcards from Greg Hemmings #13" - Kerouac for Rent



April 25 – Kerouac for rent!


Folk singer, and my hearse-driving television host Brent Mason and I were visiting Lowell Massachusetts shooting a documentary for CBC called Grave Concerns. Our first episode was about the life and death of iconic “Beat Generation” author Jack Kerouac. We were both stunned that Jack’s birthplace – 9 Lupine Road – was only identified by a small plaque stating that Kerouac was born here. The larger “For Rent” sign, however really drove the point home that legends actually do fade away into the dust of time, even legends like Jack Kerouac. Like thousands of others, Kerouac had inspired me as a young adventurer to hit the road in many ways in my life and breathe in every experience possible! The following quote sums up Jack’s impact on my life perfectly.


"They danced down the streets like dingledodies, and I shambled after as I've been doing all my life after people who interest me, because the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones that never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn..."
- Jack Kerouac, On the Road


If I lived in Lowell, rest assured, I know the house I would be renting.


(NOTE: Readers can watch the “Grave Concerns” trailer that this article refers to at Hemmingshousepictures.com in the “Screening Room”)

"Gotta Have Kaiya Now! - MY NEW BABY!!!"



April 22, 2009
“The best day and gift of my life”


This blog post needs not to be long winded, I just need to make the point that when you see your partner in life give birth to your child, you think nothing else but “wow”. When I say wow, I mean the ultimate, Holy of Holy “wows”. This is life’s revolution; a new creation, a new shining – SHINING – and brighter than bright star has appeared in the sky above the dancing Northern Lights. She is the most beautiful little angel. I only now understand how amazing my parents are for giving birth and raising me…my mom went through what my wife Jessica just went through. I am speechless and amazed. Baby Kaiya has arrived and has flipped my life around. I love love love love love love her. That magic moment went she took her first breath was like a lightening bolt. We are now three.

Kaiya (Japanese) – Forgiveness
Kaia (Hawaiian) – Ocean
Kaya (African / Rastafarian) – Enlightenment!!!
“Gotta have Kaya now, for the rain is falling (Bob Marley) – A Prophet

Jessica and I both know that Kaiya is going to be a Holy light to the world, she has already made a pretty bright impact.

Monday, April 27, 2009

"Postcards from Greg Hemmings #11" - Wrestling With Reality in Ottawa

Telegraph Journal Entry #11


April 18 – Wrestling With Reality in Ottawa

Growing up I spent a lot of time building tree houses, swinging off birch trees, and exploring the great unknown wilds of Milledgeville. The last thing I ever wanted to do on a Saturday afternoon was to be inside on a sunny day, watching WWF wrestling on television. In my mind there was too much life to explore to find time to watch TV, and there certainly was no time to watch wrestling. So what do you know, I am all grown up, and now I am producing my second television program about the real lives of professional wrestlers. We just finished our television series called “Kardinal Sinners” (www.wrestlingwithreality.com) which is a show about the life struggles, passions, hurts and wins of being a professional wrestler on the road - truly an eye opening exploration into this misunderstood subculture. This photo was taken as I was interviewing pro wrestler Rick Doyle (a.k.a Trash Canyon) after he wrestled what he thought was the worst match of his life in a small town in the outskirts of Ottawa. This particular night was literally the end of an epic 5 year odyssey that he and his best friend Peter Smith (a.ka. Brodie Steele) had together trying to get their lives documented on television. A few hours after this photo was taken, the two friends had a very REAL fight outside the ring that led them to vow to never speak to each other again. The passion and drama that was captured in this television series is eye-opening and heart wrenching. You can watch episode one this Monday night at 9:30 AST on Rush HD (www.rushhd.ca). Who would have thought that I would go from building go carts and attending Boy Scout Jamborees as a kid, to hitting the road with testosterone filled, drama queen wrestlers…I love it.



"Postcards from Greg Hemmings #10" - Indonesian Haircut

Telegraph Journal Entry #10

April 11, 2009 – Indonesian Hair Cut

I was visiting a producer in Singapore to discuss a possible upcoming co-production that we both were keen on developing together. After a couple days of meetings, I left the bulk of my gear in Singapore, packed my video camera, and hopped on a small ferry that went from Singapore to a variety of small Indonesian islands. I had no idea where I was going, but decided to get off on an island called Bintam, an island where I am sure I was the only person who spoke English. Apparently this island is void of tourism because of alleged “safety” issues. I was sure that I had no danger to fear, what with all the machine guns, and watchful eyes of the Indonesian military at every street corner. A very kind woman saw me walking the streets, I was obviously out of place. She convinced me to hop in the car with her, she recognized me from the ferry. In very broken English, she told me it was unsafe for me to be walking in this area alone. So I got in her car, looked in the rear view mirror and realized how out of place I actually did look! Tall white guy with a beard, curly hair and backpack. As it turns out my new friend was a hair stylist from Singapore. She took me to her cousin’s dirt floored shanty that was converted into a beauty salon. I sat in the makeshift salon chair, laid back, and let the two women take the straight razor to me for a beard trim and a hair cut.

"Postcards from Greg Hemmings #9" Venezuelan Horse

Telegraph Journal Entry #09

April 4, 2009 – Venezuelan Rocking Horse

We struggled with the customs officials at the port of the Venezuelan island, Isla Margarita. The armed soldiers went through the bags and boxes of toys, and food supplies, that we had gathered over the previous week to donate to a small orphanage. The orphanage sat in the valley of a lush mountain side village on the West side of the island. After paying some bribe money to the soldiers and after they selfishly had their choice pick of the “spoils”, we hopped on the bus with a smaller load and made it to the orphanage. I filmed the afternoon for a small documentary I was making about the experience. The children loved the toys, loved the attention, and loved the camera! The plastic toys that we brought to the orphans however were way less interesting to me than the ones they had already, like the rocking horse made from the skin of a real horse. I took this odd picture of the horse right before we said goodbye to our new young friends.




Sunday, April 26, 2009

The Organic Cooperative

The following is a few paragraphs of "written jam sessions" I had as I am preparing to write a contribution for an upcoming book about the history of the New Brunswick Filmmaker's Cooperative, an organization that I am a huge supporter and member of. Hope you enjoy!


THE ORGANIC COOPERATIVE


The New Brunswick Film Coop represents a few things to me.
1.Nostalgia. The film coop was, besides film school, the first film organization I was ever involved with.

2.Community. The collective of filmmakers and artists that make the coop’s heart beat is a true example of how a group of passionate and adventurous artists can just “make cool things happen”

3.Organic. The very foundation of co-operatives, whether farm co-ops, craft co-ops, grocery coops, or Mountain equipment co-ops is an organic phenomenon. People working together, pooling resources, sharing ideas, growing together. The NB Filmmakers co-op shouldn’t be left out of the list of definitive co-op experiences. The ORGANIC SOCIALIST’S CREATIVE ENGINE

When I started creating with the film medium, I was literally working with Silver Halide film. I didn’t have the luxuries of an Avid suite, or even a magnetic tape based AB roll system, I had an Aaton super 16mm film camera, a Nagra tape recorder, and a rugged old Steinbeck editing system. There was NOTHING like feeding the film through the heads of the flatbed editor, switching on the viewer, and slicing and splicing with razor and tape. The Steinbecks always had cigarette ash trays and drink holders. I, like many editors before me I am sure, developed a very functional dependence of red wine whilst editing my shorts and documentaries on these fantastic army tanks of editing tables, purely because the architects decided to add them it into the design!

I am now an “avid” Avid editor. I have edited with everything from Grass Valley, to Premier, to Final Cut and beyond. At the end of the day I have fallen in love with Avid, but I give all credit to my days of editing on a Steinbeck for the style and efficiencies of my current editing adventures. I have always said to people - when trying to describe my editing style - that I am an “organic” editor. I am not quite sure why, but this is the descriptor word that comes to mind when I think about the films I have spliced together. I rarely use any SFX, no glitz or glam (save for a few split screen and slow mos!). Don’t get me wrong, the fact of the matter is that I love watching shows with effects, and that are well polished. I just feel that if my “soul” were guiding my edits - not a client, other producers, or a budget - then I would edit shows in a simple and organic way. This has so much to do with my early years on the flat bed.

My experiences working in the film world in the middle of an industrial transition from linear to non linear digital editing is very similar to my experience with the film co-op transitioning into a careered producer. I feel that my sense of self, integrity, community, team work, passion and energy in my professional life as a producer, is a direct product of being a long time member of the New Brunswick Filmmaker’s Co-op.
The word organic, according to my experience and definition, describes fundamentalism, honesty, simplicity, integrity, and efficiency. Organic editing for me is the process of connecting my soul to the picture and sound in what I feel creates a divine spiritual experience identified as the creative experience. Organic also describes the community or the process that makes collectives like the New Brunswick Film Co-op a fundamental and foundational key to our creative human condition.

Tuesday, April 7, 2009

"Postcards from Greg Hemmings #8" - France Castle

Telegraph Journal Entry #8

March 29, 2009 – French Alp Castle

(Photo Credit: Andrew Tidby)

After an intense, winding, life threatening drive into the high altitudes of the French Alps, we found an amazing castle perched at the top of the highest mountain in viewable site. The 11th century castle ruins, that were perched above the mountain side village of Châteauneuf, were in amazing condition. Sitting in the window frame of what was obviously the room where they kept a princess captive, my imagination spun out of control. I thought to myself, “How can I become part of the legacy of this castle?” So instead of leaving a coin, or a marking of some sort, I strategically left 3 of my business cards stuck into little nooks and crannies of the castle walls. If you want to find the castle (43°47'45.18"N and Long 7°17'42.48"E) and bring the cards back to me, I will buy you a glass of the best Pinot Noir!



Monday, April 6, 2009

“Jump into darkness, breath in life”

April 5th, 2009
(Halifax – Saint John) CUBED

What??? Has it been since the ECMA’s since I have flown in an airplane, AND written in my blog? Yes this indeed is the case. My heart was so broken at my demotion in frequent flyer point class, that I decided to just not travel by plane any more. I might as well make a point right? So now I am subjected to driving from point A to point B in our Subaru Impreza (with a Thule ski rack on the roof that has no skis in it, but it looks cool right?)

The real reason for my lack of flying is that I am very close to seeing the creation of my child, wait a minute, I guess she was created 8 months ago, maybe I should say “the final brush stroke”, or “the great pop!” of my soon to be born daughter. WHAHOO! Yes, Jessica, the woman I love, and I are bringing a child into this world. I’m glad that George Bush the 2nd is no longer around, it is way better that Peanut Hemmings is being born into a world where the United States of America has a black president (finally!), and where Canada has legalized medical marijuana and legal gay marriages. What a strange concept…LEGAL gay marriages, was there ever a time that it was ILLEGAL to be gay? That’s kind of funny.

Sadly Peanut is being born into a time when the Canadian television industry is falling apart, and daddy can’t seem to find any more TV shows to shoot after his current “Kardinal Sinners” wrestling show…but in the end…who cares! We are ALIVE! We are AWAKE! We are in LOVE! In love with life, in love with human experience, in love with adventure. The economic black hole we are living in currently is like a waterslide that shoots you into an enclosed tunnel at high speeds in complete darkness, you have no idea where the next bend is, how fast you are going, or where you are going to pop out or see light again. But man is it ever fun to scream at the top of your lungs and hear your own echo and just trust that the gravity powered water flows shoot you out in one piece, and alive!

I tried to stop calling this blog the Airplane Journals a while back, but I found myself still writing these posts on planes or in airports, except for tonight. Tonight is my mom’s 62nd birthday, she is still very young in my mind, and has the potential to live many more fruitful and adventure filled years if she chooses. I have the best mom in the world, and dad for that matter. They put up with me jamming in the basement with loud drums, over powered bass guitars, and out of tune Ibanez electric guitars attempting Metallica “Ride the Lightning” covers for many years. They put up with a multitude of beat up VW vans in the driveway with oil that would spill out and eat the pavement in the hot sun, and decrease property values. They would put up with me bringing home mass amounts of garbage at spring cleaning; odds and ends, windows, doors, bike frames…all to add to our giant tree house in the back woods that kept me and the boyz busy day and night for years growing up…I have good parents. I want to make sure that they live. LIVE! LIFE! LOVE! LIVES! Spoons, forks and knives! Pick it up and run, jump off that cliff, hit the white water, climb to the peak…RUN!

Let’s rewind a bit. I need to write this quickly because I need to hit the hay, gotta get up early in the morning and drive back to Hali. Tomorrow is a big day. Bigger than today, but smaller than the next day for sure. I have traveled a lot on rubber the last month and a half. Jessica and I came up a few weeks ago for a wonderful baby shower that our friend Judith hooked up for us at her and her partner’s incredible home in Saint John. Man the South End has some stellar properties. We drove straight back. That week we rocked Kardinal Sinners, got 2 episodes out to the broadcaster, the show looks amazing. The Dolby 5.1 mix and the color correction are truly wonderful. No kidding, we have a hit here, and our man Andrew MacCormack deserves all the credit, he is truly making this project shine in the post production. I’m super excited to have it premier at the end of April on RUSH HD.

The next weekend we filmed an incredible concert in Moncton with the New Brunswick Youth Orchestra and Matt Andersen, WOW! That’s all I can say, WOW! What a cool experience. We have 2 jib cranes, a stedicam, and 4 other cameras. My man James Shaw multitracked the whole concert, we are going to make a stellar DVD out of this performance. Our team made me proud, we all worked together like clockwork. Really nice to see the groove being cut. Doors were opened filming this show. Doors that will hopefully take me to Venezuela in the near future. More on that soon. Lots of travel in the near future, but I have had to say no to the opportunities in preparations for the newest member of the Hemmings family.

My short film Papikatuk got to the final levels of the Vision Commonwealth Awards in England, that’s going to be great, it also was selected at a German youth film festival and they invited me to come, but it is right during the week that Jessica is due. Federica from Italy also wanted to hire me to come to England for a corporate shoot first of May, but no…Peanut is grounding me literally and figuratively. Ichy Ichy Eye Yi! Venezuela! My last time to that country I remember trying to get toys and supplies to an orphanage but the corrupt government officials stole most of the stuff before we got it to the kids. Karma must not be awake in South America these days. I’ll report on that soon.

The day after the NBYO / Matt Andersen filming I drove up to Freddy Beach, actually past Freddy Beach to Durham Bridge. I was up there to film an incredible story of cancer…of life, of destruction, of hope, of transformation. I will go into more detail of the this story in the near future, its far too intense for me to write about right now, I need time to collect my thoughts on it and present it properly. The basics are that my new friend Julie fell in love with an old friend of mine named Randy Cable who was diagnosed and died of cancer a few years back. Randy and I go way back working on various feature films and tripping on various road trips to see shows, like Bela Fleck in Portland, and Flying Boat in Fredericton! (Love ya Ross Neilson!!!). Julie fell in love with Randy pretty much on Randy’s death bed. Her story is inspiring, emotional, and engaging. I loved Randy as a brother…a creative great in my books. It was an honor to film and interview Julie’s story of her journey with Cancer, and her love story with Randy. Hearing how Randy finally died is so touching and emotional. WOW. Double You, OH, Double You!

Cancer transformed Julie’s life…she found enlightenment from the darkest depths of hell. Do we need to go jump that far into darkness to find the light? I hope not. But in Julie’s case she did, and the refiner’s fire branded her into a new creation. A new realm of spirit and of body. After I finished filming Julie with Lauchlan and our intern Nick, and after we pulled Lauchlan’s car out of the ditch after a miscalculated turn on his behalf, I drove back to Halifax. On the drive I counted 64 deer grazing on the side of the highway, very beautiful. I contemplated Randy and Julie and realized that I need to start living. I know that sounds cliché, but its true, we are so FINITE! We need to seize the scene, we have to live. My mom and dad and brother and sister in law, and wife, and extended family and friends, and neighbors and enemies, ALL NEED TO WAKE UP and listen, watch and feel the frequency of life. Yes yes yes. Life’s frequency…the ohm. OHHHHHHHHM. The ohm drone, the beat of the heart drum, the white noise of rain and wind, breathe. Laugh. Cry. “My tremolo, sweet baby, my fire, my desire, fire”. Yes I am listening to Daniel Lanois again. What’s with this guy anyway?

I don’t practice what I am preaching. I don’t live. I coast. I need to wake up and jump off the cliff. I need to buy a wing suite and fly at 200 mph and see the world from the eye of a fast flying bird. Cancer and darkness can be curse, or blessedness. This video project will take me to many different patience, survivors, and warriors of cancer. I can’t wait to be lifted and inspired by these mystical people. Those who have chosen to embrace the dark adventure and jump into the dark cave and see where it ends up are operating on a different life frequency. Randy… I love you brother, you have inspired me in your sickness, in your death. We all miss you, your legacy has lived on and you will not be forgotten. Your adventure into darkness and Julie’s adventure into the same blackness will continue to change lives. Martyr you are. RISE AND SHINE.

Wednesday, April 1, 2009

"Postcards from Greg Hemmings #7" - Belize Film School

Telegraph Journal Entry #7


Introduction

March 21, 2009 – Belize

(Photo Credit: Amy Stewart)

My friend Amy took this picture of me while we were in Belize on an adventure with the Saint John Vineyard Christian Fellowship. The south end community church (also my church when I am home) went to Belize on a short term missionary trip to help serve the community by building sidewalks, visiting orphanages and distributing food to the needy. I filmed a documentary about the experience. In this picture, we were visiting a small school where I was encouraging the young students to creatively shine by sharing their stories and expressing themselves through my camera! You can check out the documentary at www.factualtv.com, then type in Psalm 67 in the search


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