INT. JOB'S APARTMENT - NIGHT
JOB, (early 30's) sits at his desk. A BLACK CAT is curled in
He's listening to music on shuffle; a new song playing every
few minutes or so. Currently playing is an early song by
Front 242 from their album "Geography", located in the
Gothic/Industrial section of Amoeba Music.
He's typing out his latest blog, in screenplay format.
In the time it takes him to describe the music that's
playing, it switches to a track from Clinic's latest effort,
"Visitations"; an album he is still exploring and enjoying,
though it doesn't immediately rock his world like their
impish, catchy and pithy album "Walking With Thee", located
in the Rock/Pop section of Amoeba Music; an album which
samples one of his heroes, Laurie Anderson, also found in
You are so cute. I'm gonna bite
your head clean off.
Job continues typing. He sighs. Is something wrong?
Now a song by Suzanne Vega plays. "Left of Center" as
featured on the "Pretty in Pink" soundtrack. Job likes the
song and, for a moment, recalls Molly Ringwald's character
sitting on the bleachers with the other outcasts.
JOB (V.O.) (CONT'D)
I would relate to that scene if I
had been cool enough in high school
to sit with the rejects...
EXT. NEVADA UNION HIGH SCHOOL - AFTERNOON
A YOUNG JOB sits alone, eating his lunch, far away from a
group of PUNKS and other adolescent REJECTS.
He looks at the others, longing to be included.
INT. JOB'S APARTMENT - CONTINUOUS
Job is shaken from this reverie by his favorite Peaches song
Suddenly, he faces the camera and speaks directly to us.
I know some of you have been
wondering just what this blog 'is'
and why a music store would feature
a blog that consists of surreal,
I wanted to take a moment to
address this issue.
He stands and walks over to his library.
He selects an antique book and gingerly extracts it.
He cradles the book to his chest and looks at us again.
You see, throughout time, artists -
both musicians and writers...
A BOA CONSTRICTOR eats him.
The Cat hisses.
Music switches to Noah Georgeson, an amazing songwriter who's
best known for producing such indie darlings as Joanna Newsom
and Devendra Banhart.
His music fills the air with dreamy, lush strings,
juxtaposing folk nuances. His baritone crooning like an
Indian recorder, lulling a cobra into a state of hypnosis.
The album is "Find Shelter", and you could be listening to it
right now instead of reading this silly screenplay.