I’ve been filming the C-VILLE Minute for more than a year now, and a lot has changed. Take a glance at the very first C-VILLE Minute, in fact: I burned that awful polo shirt, my White Stripes poster is gone, and that jar of peanuts on my desk seems particularly dated, since it wasn’t chock-full of salmonella.
In light of all the creative advances made since that first video—things like Brian Eno’s iPhone application and the "SNL Digital Short"/T-Pain merger—the producers* and I decided that the C-VILLE Minute needed a bit of an overhaul. I’ll let myself fill you in on the rest:
Note to self: Buy longer jeans or more subtle socks.
*Producers of the C-VILLE Minute: Caite White, John Robinson, Christina "The Sheriff" Luke, the guy that sells really great doughnuts behind the Wachovia building on Fridays, my dancing shoes, my hip-hop crew (the Four-Three-Foes), Marty McFly, blood, sweat and tears (the stuff, not the band).