Breaking Into Films...well, almost!

I made a very easy £50 today.

I went to a studio in deepest darkest West London today (its not in my A to Z and somewhere toward Staines), to do some voice over work for a big feature film about (and get this) a re-incarnated penis. It turned out that I had to do an American accent in a rap at a Harvard fraternity party.

Anyway, so I turn up to this studio where they're dubbing the soundtrack to this musical before they start shooting and about 50 minutes later I realise that the people there aren't just voice over muppets like me but the stars of the film (well, the leading lady it has to be said is a beautiful, charming and sexy woman - and NO, not out of my league, I think). The director was there too, but before I could ask for a bit part acting in the movie (don't really think that this is my destiny anyway) he through a kiddy fit...cut my scene...and I was swiftly despatched with the production's driver off to my tube station with £50 in my pocket for doing not much more than eating pizza.

Not a bad day's work, I think. It would have been nice to have made it onto the soundtrack but at the moment I'm happy just to make the money. The cast were charming. The lead actor is another "Tom".

Bumped randomly into two seperate people from my past in Leicester Square this evening. I seem to attract random moments like this at the moment.

Despite my near poverty at the moment, I seem to have quite a glamorous life. PR freelancer, former intern to Art Review, published journalist, Who movie tie-ins, rock musician and bright futured film producer...well, at least my life isn't boring! Just wish that it paid, and....

(Draws deep breath, composes himself)

I was able to put what I see in my head out on a rock n roll stage with a band near you!

I wrote some good lyrics earlier on. Though, as I look through them now, I suddenly feel switched off by them again. I had the same after I wrote the lyrics for Beer Bottle Joe (the MP3 for which can be found earlier in this blog), then one day about two weeks later I wrote what I reckon is a really good Tom Matchett song for The Change.

I heard from a bassist today who is interested in playing with me. I hope that it works out. A bit of faith can go a long way.

Hope that you are all well out there in blogland.

Speak soon.

Tom.

P.S. The Garrick opposite Leicester Square cooked me a fantastic burger earlier on today. Almost as good as the beer at The Chandos.