in which I become fleetingly cool
I met with another artist last week about the demo CD, and he's going to do the work. The coolest part is that we worked out a barter arrangement. I like having choices...
Fred Leisen is a graduate of the San Francisco Academy of Art. He's taken up residence in LA, in hopes of getting a couple of animation shows produced. (He says he's been told, in Hollywood vernacular, that "the money men are behind this all the way" for a couple projects of his, but as with anything in Hollywood, nothing people say -- especially studio people -- means squat.)
I found him originally by scouting the Academy of Art's website for leads on either hiring students or graduates, and I found his site. Here's the image that made me pester him with emails in the first place: the dog in the diaper in the upper part of the page.
The barter arrangement is what's going to make me fleetingly cool, however. In exchange for doing this work for me -- even as we were speaking, he was sketching out characters on his sketchpad, such as a Scotsman with a network of excitable ferrets in his pants -- all he wants is for me to do voiceover work for his band.
He wants a slightly oily, corporate announcer kind of voice (the kind you expect from Dick Cheney or some VP of marketing) preaching a great company line but unable to resist speaking complete evil. Probably a music industry executive. My voiceover stuff would be played behind his band's music.
What kind of cool gig is it where my hammy stuff gets played over a mosh pit? And I attack the music industry in the best way I know how? And I get a cartoon CD cover out of the deal? Where do I sign?