Amir Motlagh
the day was filled with heaps of molasses
brain function, enslaved by an under the influence and angry source
a day where "you just can't fucking do anything"
except think of the scattered-ness of everything
and all worldly things
like an old, cool nikon lens you found in your grandma's attic
that just doesn't focus
and even though it's kind of hip with that softness, deep down you know
it's only producing shit
but where do you take it
are there such things as camera stores anymore
The second single from the upcoming Mirs, MEAT ON YOUR LONELY BONEZ ep, will be available
on Jan 7th, 2014.
Since this is a concept EP, I struggled with the idea of letting them go as singles, but, whatever brah.
Come back in a week and pick it up at your favorite digital store. The whole EP will be available late Jan or early Feb. However, i might release another single from it, which will spread the whole item out. Yes, it is made to play in order, but, I am just one man, in a world full of men. And women are a whole lot better then men B.
Here is the cover art, done in collaboration with my man man, Ali Sabet. Check out the rest of his world here.
Friends, hello. I have not been writing up on this web device on the regular. Maybe it's a lack of discipline, desire, or time. It can possible be all of the above.
Irregardless, we have been quietly working on new things. Many new things to be exact. I recently directed some web sketches (people get angry if I call them skits) that were handed to me by one of my talented group of writing partners. They are of the comic variety, something which I am not completely familiar with; but it was a blast, and I got to work with some talented, fun actors. I'm not naming the project, since it works best without context for now.
Also, I finished recordings for the new Mirs EP, MEAT ON YOUR LONELY BONEZ. We haven't set a release date, but, it should be available in the next month or so. THe second single (LIZA) should be available early Jan.
Lastly, I've been steadily shooting a long length film/media/whatever project since late Oct. I want to wrap all principal photography by early March. That's all I'll say about that.
Now, there are other projects in varies stages of development, but these are the most tangible items. I hope you guys tune in.
Best,
am
Hello Friends -
YOUNG BUCK is out now, and free to roam the vastness of the internet. Here are three locations where you can watch, other then right on our very own front page.
And when you visit said site, please subscribe or follow or whatever that particular site refers to the act of "subscribing" . Because when you do, I will be very excited knowing that we bonded in some form.
Also, leave a nice comment if you where moved to do so. Nothing in the house of ANIMALS is done by force. But a simple reminder may remind you, how this very little act enlivens our soul.
Hello friends -
This is a transmission from Prince Amir of Animals. We are gearing for the release of two new works this month.
The first is a film titled YOUNG BUCK. It will rather drop this Thursday or the following. Please check back, or, just subscribe to my Youtube or Vimeo channels. (you should do that regardless)
The other project is for the first single of the new MIRS EP, "Meat on Your Lonely Bones".
Best to you, my friends.
am
Here it is, the first exclusive clip from a major motion picture event! ANIMALS presents YOUNG BUCK. In internet speak, #youngbuck
Available in just a few weeks, for your snacking pleasure. Produced by ANIMALS.
all you get for now.
the woman worked at a bar in little tokyo
and she loved her phone so much
and one day, on a cold and rare rainy night in Los Angeles, she made love through her phone
but the very next day, the phone broke
and it broke her heart
"love is fleeting" , she concluded
but I think she's a bit immature
he looked straight ahead, as far as his eyes could see in the middle of the warm summer night. this was where he spent his childhood. a park, in the middle of the quietest suburb on planet earth. the grass felt nice.
it was here that he tasted alcohol, and it was here that he first tried marijuana. It was here that he saw his best friend Arthur body slam Robbie the bully. it was here, that he and Arthur would discuss what they would do to girls, had they had the chance. and this certainly changed from year to year. drastically in fact.
it was at this location that he lay, sprawled out on the grass, looking up at the sky for countless hours, wondering if life would ever change. It was here that the legion of emotional experiences tickled his bored soul.
and now, if only he could crawl back into that tiny space, and feel those feelings once more, everything would be ok.
“you got some molly?"
“actually no, I don't. back in my day they called it ecstasy.”
“back in your day, you were young. now your old so shut da fuck up.”
“that’s not nice.”
“neither is your face.”
“so mature.”
“yeah.”
“i got coke though.”
“ok.”
the full moon frightens me.
i remember that last terrifying night.
that one whispering night. the haunting.
your dead soul.
rummaging for the last morsel.
leaving me option-less.
leaving me hung.
the breath escaping.
the squirming.
that last gasp.
a ghost.
your ghost.
push start
ok
and then
but wait
hold on
we're moving too fast
can i start over
no
is there a pause button
no
ok
shit
the old man would pull me over and talk to me every time I saw him at the coffee shop. his subjects were often the same, little nuggets of wisdom we're all familiar with.
most of the time it was a nuisance. i would make smiley faces, half understanding anything said, as I kept wanting to get on with life, which is code word for work.
and most grating of all, this ritual kept me away from coffee. i mean, that's the main reason I came, and my cravings would erupt in quiet desperation. i would start resenting everything. why the hell do i do this to myself every damn time? why do i come here knowing this is going to happen with 100% certainty.
but recently, he hasn't been coming in. and life has gotten more uncomfortable without his greetings. and life is never 100%.
Michelle’s favorite coat was a tint of red. I can get specific about the type of red it was. But, I don't want to. I mean, I'm sure there is an exact name for that red. Like all those goddamn house paints with those silly names you find at Home Depot, or some place as dreadful.
I just know, let's say, I can tell you, non subjectively that it was a hue of red. Or tint of red. What's the difference? I can see that you're already signaling me to “Google” it. But no thanks, I like my world with a bit of mystery. Plus, Google has clocked me watching porn one too many times. iI’s embarrassing and I don’t trust them.
I mean, I get it, all this business about the specific color of a coat, it’s a small detail. But that's what I remember. Maybe that's all I really remember of Michelle. Michelle was a coat to me. A bit harsh, and selfish, and chauvinistic, but, if you're looking for the truth, yeah, that's what sticks out. If you don’t like my feelings for Michelle and her red toned coat, big whoop, sue me Larry H.
We slept around for a bit. Totally causal. She never asked me more then four questions or so. She was a cocktail waitress on the lower east side. Oh, i remember now, it's coming to me. she was pretty cute too. Not a real knockout, but, plenty cute. So, Michelle, cute, reddish coat, minimal talking.
Whatagirl man. Whatagirl.
the judge asked MAN if he was guilty. MAN replied,
"do knock on my empty stage
but please don't let me slip away"
