I went out today to scout some places to take photos for the cover art of the EP. I needed to find a diner, and my brother told me of a place near his house so I checked it out. I went in, introduced myself, and then asked if I could come in and take some photos. immediately the greek gentleman behind the counter became slightly hostile and then we had this conversation literally at least 4 times. I am not exaggerating…
him: Is it fo’ a mooveh? ‘Cause if it’s fo’ a mooveh you gottuh tell me.
me: No. It’s not for a movie. It’s for a CD.
him: What kahnd uh CD? Like uh mooveh CD?
me: No. A music-
him: (interrupting) like video?
me: No. Like audio.
him: So da pichers are goin’ on da CD?
me: No. They are going on the cover of the package.
him: Well, if it’s fo’ a mooveh you gottuh tell me.
me: I understand. It’s not for a movie.
and so on…
Surprisingly enough they said we couldn’t shoot there. I didn’t see that one coming.
