I remember wanting to go to New York so badly as a teenager that I actually cried myself to sleep when I found out that there wasn't money to send me there on a school trip. I don't know how I even thought it was possible, but I let my teenaged dreams override my senses. When I final went to NYC for the first time in my early 20's, I slept on the couch of Reagan Tarbell, a wonderful filmmaker who worked at the Smithsonian's National Museum of the American Indian (NMAI). At the time, I remember being so intimidated by their massive stone building in lower Manhattan. It seemed like the centre of everything I've ever wanted.
Last week I flew into New York for a sold out screening of Fire Song at the NMAI. There cold not have been a better homecoming or a higher honour than arriving in the city with Harley and Andrew to a sold-out screening of the film.
In a couple of weeks, I am gearing up to fly to Los Angeles for the first time for a screening of Fire Song at Outfest. I've never been to the city, but obviously as a filmmaker it's another one of those cities that looms large in all of our imaginations. I can't wait.
And lastly, I just wanted to give a shout out to the folks at Frameline, who programmed Fire Song at their festival last week. I wish I could have been there, but I hear that the screening was a blast!!