hey everyone!
things are busy here and we hope things are busy in your world too! we are on the cusp of some major announcements, so stay tuned for more exciting information.
in the meantime, we'd love it if you'd vote for us in the Nashville Scene's "Best of '08" poll. just go to:
http://www.nashvillescene.com/polls/nvs/bestof08/
Page 8, #114 Best Visual Artist - jake harsh
Page 10, #147 Best Local Blog - www.harshmedia.com
Page 19, #266 Best Category We Forgot - best photographer, jake harsh
you must vote by September 10th, so hurry! and thank you!
(you only have to fill out 25 categories for the ballot to be valid - there are over 250 categories to choose from, but don't get overwhelmed, you don't have to choose all of them!)
Wednesday, September 3, 2008
Friday, August 1, 2008
new projects for harsh media
we've been out of town lately soaking up some sun at the beach, but don't think we are being lazy. well, we were for a few days there, but sun and sand will do that to you, ya know?
there's a lot going on at harsh media......jake is currently producing a band and we can't wait for you to hear it. i got the chance to hear some of the un-mixed stuff and it is killer. i can't imagine what it will sound like once it is done! he's currently mixing and i'll get you a sneak peak as soon as i can.
we've also done two photo shoots this week and should have those pics up soon. we did the shoot for kill hannah (on roadrunner records - nickelback's label) last night and were really pleased with the outcome. they are great guys to work with.........check them out at www.killhannah.com. they shot some video while we were shooting and it should be up on their website sometime next week if you want to see us in action.
keep checking www.harshmedia.com in the coming weeks to see our new work.
peace-
sara
there's a lot going on at harsh media......jake is currently producing a band and we can't wait for you to hear it. i got the chance to hear some of the un-mixed stuff and it is killer. i can't imagine what it will sound like once it is done! he's currently mixing and i'll get you a sneak peak as soon as i can.
we've also done two photo shoots this week and should have those pics up soon. we did the shoot for kill hannah (on roadrunner records - nickelback's label) last night and were really pleased with the outcome. they are great guys to work with.........check them out at www.killhannah.com. they shot some video while we were shooting and it should be up on their website sometime next week if you want to see us in action.
keep checking www.harshmedia.com in the coming weeks to see our new work.
peace-
sara
Thursday, June 19, 2008
the ballad of the back seat bandit.
he stood six feet three inches tall. but he was no giant. he greeted us at the door with his crooked smile and matching demeanor, and i braced myself for its inevitable unpleasant impact.
a wasteland surrounded him, filled with shiny metal objects glistening from the flourescent lighting that hung above. metallic facades that masked unknown history, hidden universes of knowledge, uncovered only by those brave enough to journey down that road of previously charted, yet unknown, territory.
not knowing quite how i got there, i found myself in one of my least favorite places in the world, about to go on a ride with the back seat bandit.
"what can i do for you today? what car are you looking at today? what can we interest you in? what brought you in today?" starting to rethink our decision to even be there, we reluctantly pointed at the one that caught our eye. "what a great choice. great choice. built like a tank. fine choice in a used vehicle."
oh. there it is. the key word. USED.
"go ahead young lady, sit on in that thing. go on. open up that glove box - you could fit a miata in there!" his excitement was unecessarily overwhelming and overbearingly anti-climatic. i am most certainly basing a large decision involving lots of money on the suggestion that i can fit a car in the glove box.
we took a test drive. i have no idea why.
"the car is running really rough, do you know what that is?" the bandit replies from the back seat. "oh, that's nothing, it will go away in a few minutes." it never went away. we all just ignored it and sat in awkard, knowing silence. acknowledging it would be a losing battle anyway when you're up against the bandit.
we hadn't even pulled the car back into the lot when it happened. "so, what can i do to earn your business and sell you this car tonight?" there it was. no candy coat, no hidden messages. he just laid it out there for all to see, like an overweight woman flopping down on her pool chair at a nudist resort.
the bandit quoted us a price that was two thousand dollars more than we had been quoted previously. i was so excited to whip my checkbook out and buy that astronomically priced car that ran like a overused horse. i could hardly contain myself.
as if i had to tell you, we ran out of that place so fast, in hopes that the swiftness would leave behind all the grease and scarring memories.
the ballad of the backseat bandit. coming soon to a used car dealership near you.
a wasteland surrounded him, filled with shiny metal objects glistening from the flourescent lighting that hung above. metallic facades that masked unknown history, hidden universes of knowledge, uncovered only by those brave enough to journey down that road of previously charted, yet unknown, territory.
not knowing quite how i got there, i found myself in one of my least favorite places in the world, about to go on a ride with the back seat bandit.
"what can i do for you today? what car are you looking at today? what can we interest you in? what brought you in today?" starting to rethink our decision to even be there, we reluctantly pointed at the one that caught our eye. "what a great choice. great choice. built like a tank. fine choice in a used vehicle."
oh. there it is. the key word. USED.
"go ahead young lady, sit on in that thing. go on. open up that glove box - you could fit a miata in there!" his excitement was unecessarily overwhelming and overbearingly anti-climatic. i am most certainly basing a large decision involving lots of money on the suggestion that i can fit a car in the glove box.
we took a test drive. i have no idea why.
"the car is running really rough, do you know what that is?" the bandit replies from the back seat. "oh, that's nothing, it will go away in a few minutes." it never went away. we all just ignored it and sat in awkard, knowing silence. acknowledging it would be a losing battle anyway when you're up against the bandit.
we hadn't even pulled the car back into the lot when it happened. "so, what can i do to earn your business and sell you this car tonight?" there it was. no candy coat, no hidden messages. he just laid it out there for all to see, like an overweight woman flopping down on her pool chair at a nudist resort.
the bandit quoted us a price that was two thousand dollars more than we had been quoted previously. i was so excited to whip my checkbook out and buy that astronomically priced car that ran like a overused horse. i could hardly contain myself.
as if i had to tell you, we ran out of that place so fast, in hopes that the swiftness would leave behind all the grease and scarring memories.
the ballad of the backseat bandit. coming soon to a used car dealership near you.
Thursday, June 5, 2008
little cake-y goodness.
i was on my way to the office this morning, driving down interstate 65 in nashville, when i saw it. HOSTESS. it was plastered on the back of that delivery truck, and in an instant my body reacted and it was my mecca.
i imagined all the little hostess cakes inside, in all their cake-y goodness with creme fillings to tantalize my senses. all their little plastic wrappings that make my tastebuds tingle when i hear the sound. unwrapping that little cake and taking that first bite and not quite reaching the center creme. then taking another and being rewarded for my efforts.
i longed for the spongey artificial texture of a twinkie on my tongue.
then an idea flashed through my mind. i could hold up that truck. i could do it like jesse james, pull a bandana over my face, get up beside him and force him over with pure intimidation. or i could sword fight on top of my car while steering with my foot. i imagined myself straddling the road, one foot on my car and one foot on his truck, like in indiana jones. in the middle of the fight i'd stab my sword into a cake in the back and savor my forthcoming bounty of goodness.
once i was crowned victor, i would launch myself into that soft mountain of cakes i imagined were piled in the back of that truck. it would feel like falling into a soft mound of leaves on a breezy fall day. a reward to jump into them after toiling to rake them up in that cumbersome yard. i'd lay back and bask in the enjoyment of those wrappers crinkling all around me.
but then it hit me. why in the world would i go to all that effort for a bounty of twinkies? if i'm going to go to the trouble of holding up a truck, it should at least be for something more long-lasting, more worth the exhausting effort.
like an ikea truck.
now, if you'll excuse me, i'm pretty sure there's a cupcake around here somewhere with my name on it.
i imagined all the little hostess cakes inside, in all their cake-y goodness with creme fillings to tantalize my senses. all their little plastic wrappings that make my tastebuds tingle when i hear the sound. unwrapping that little cake and taking that first bite and not quite reaching the center creme. then taking another and being rewarded for my efforts.
i longed for the spongey artificial texture of a twinkie on my tongue.
then an idea flashed through my mind. i could hold up that truck. i could do it like jesse james, pull a bandana over my face, get up beside him and force him over with pure intimidation. or i could sword fight on top of my car while steering with my foot. i imagined myself straddling the road, one foot on my car and one foot on his truck, like in indiana jones. in the middle of the fight i'd stab my sword into a cake in the back and savor my forthcoming bounty of goodness.
once i was crowned victor, i would launch myself into that soft mountain of cakes i imagined were piled in the back of that truck. it would feel like falling into a soft mound of leaves on a breezy fall day. a reward to jump into them after toiling to rake them up in that cumbersome yard. i'd lay back and bask in the enjoyment of those wrappers crinkling all around me.
but then it hit me. why in the world would i go to all that effort for a bounty of twinkies? if i'm going to go to the trouble of holding up a truck, it should at least be for something more long-lasting, more worth the exhausting effort.
like an ikea truck.
now, if you'll excuse me, i'm pretty sure there's a cupcake around here somewhere with my name on it.
Thursday, April 10, 2008
the boys are back in town.
yesterday i took a time machine back to 1991. it was a bumpy ride.
when i arrived, i was 11 and starting to fully realize the full potential of my relationship with boys. i was awkward with my shoulder length bob haircut that i insisted had to be curled under in a u-shape at all times. my bangs were cut way too perfectly across my forehead and matched the curl of my bob. my vocabulary didn't yet include the term "style" and i had braces with colored rubber bands to complement all my outfits. i was a true work of art.
you are probably pretty jealous at this point - both because you've just found out about my secret time machine and because you wish you were nearly as cool-looking as i was at age 11.
in yesterday's case, i was walking around walmart when i was abruptly teleported back to '91 due to "step by step" by the (in)famous new kids on the block being played over the loud speaker. i knew it must be 1991 since i hadn't heard that song since then and no one would dare play it by choice these days. immediately i looked down and saw myself - an 11 year old girl in my new kids on the block sweater, with my matching new kids on the block shoelaces, earrings, and purse.
oh, gosh, its happening again.
hello, 1991. i thought i had left you far behind. there are many years that i wouldn't mind revisiting. 1991 isn't one of them.
i thought i had it all figured out then. my birthday parties were themed "nkotb". i had the trading cards, the stencils, the card game, the giant buttons that no one could actually fit on their clothing because they were the size of your head. why did they make those giant buttons anyway? did a sharp needle the size of a writing pen tacked to the back of them really make that much sense for teenagers?
i had blankets, shoelaces, socks, the sweater with all their faces knitted together in a colorful array of fibers. i even had a pillowcase with joe's face plastered on it to catch my teenage drool at night.
best (i.e. lamest) of all, i had the dolls. or action figures. whatever they chose to call them to protect their masculinity. joe dated barbie almost every night, and most certainly on the weekends.
i was a megafan.
i had all the tapes, knew all the words, knew all the dances. i had the sway together in perfect timing during the "oh oh oh oh oh" part of "hangin' tough". like the song says, i could "get on the floor and do the new kids dance".
when i arrived back in 2008, i found myself singing along, humming the parts that have grown fuzzy from the years of denial. i realized i no longer know the dances, the buttons have been put away for fear of stabbing someone in the eye, the card game is most likely missing important pieces. the tapes are packed away in some box in the attic at my childhood home and the mice have probably chewed the heads off my dolls. its like a time capsule waiting to be opened by some (un)lucky stranger in the future.
all this is a round about way to warn you the new kids are back in town. which makes them not new at all - but that is besides the point. they are coming to an arena near you in 2008. i guarantee an ambulance will be standing by.
this time around, i'll leave my dancing shoes at home. but maybe i'll practice the "hangin' tough" sway just in case i'm put on the spot.
when i arrived, i was 11 and starting to fully realize the full potential of my relationship with boys. i was awkward with my shoulder length bob haircut that i insisted had to be curled under in a u-shape at all times. my bangs were cut way too perfectly across my forehead and matched the curl of my bob. my vocabulary didn't yet include the term "style" and i had braces with colored rubber bands to complement all my outfits. i was a true work of art.
you are probably pretty jealous at this point - both because you've just found out about my secret time machine and because you wish you were nearly as cool-looking as i was at age 11.
in yesterday's case, i was walking around walmart when i was abruptly teleported back to '91 due to "step by step" by the (in)famous new kids on the block being played over the loud speaker. i knew it must be 1991 since i hadn't heard that song since then and no one would dare play it by choice these days. immediately i looked down and saw myself - an 11 year old girl in my new kids on the block sweater, with my matching new kids on the block shoelaces, earrings, and purse.
oh, gosh, its happening again.
hello, 1991. i thought i had left you far behind. there are many years that i wouldn't mind revisiting. 1991 isn't one of them.
i thought i had it all figured out then. my birthday parties were themed "nkotb". i had the trading cards, the stencils, the card game, the giant buttons that no one could actually fit on their clothing because they were the size of your head. why did they make those giant buttons anyway? did a sharp needle the size of a writing pen tacked to the back of them really make that much sense for teenagers?
i had blankets, shoelaces, socks, the sweater with all their faces knitted together in a colorful array of fibers. i even had a pillowcase with joe's face plastered on it to catch my teenage drool at night.
best (i.e. lamest) of all, i had the dolls. or action figures. whatever they chose to call them to protect their masculinity. joe dated barbie almost every night, and most certainly on the weekends.
i was a megafan.
i had all the tapes, knew all the words, knew all the dances. i had the sway together in perfect timing during the "oh oh oh oh oh" part of "hangin' tough". like the song says, i could "get on the floor and do the new kids dance".
when i arrived back in 2008, i found myself singing along, humming the parts that have grown fuzzy from the years of denial. i realized i no longer know the dances, the buttons have been put away for fear of stabbing someone in the eye, the card game is most likely missing important pieces. the tapes are packed away in some box in the attic at my childhood home and the mice have probably chewed the heads off my dolls. its like a time capsule waiting to be opened by some (un)lucky stranger in the future.
all this is a round about way to warn you the new kids are back in town. which makes them not new at all - but that is besides the point. they are coming to an arena near you in 2008. i guarantee an ambulance will be standing by.
this time around, i'll leave my dancing shoes at home. but maybe i'll practice the "hangin' tough" sway just in case i'm put on the spot.
Tuesday, April 8, 2008
the pickup artist strikes again - today's casting notices.
my box is flooded with casting notices. i'm in a giving mood, so i'm passing the best ones on to you within the next week or so, so check back daily.
you'll notice i included vh1's "the pickup artist" in today's casting notice. i do this mostly because i think its hilariously lame. and probably to prove some strange point of today's crappy tv and start a pondering on how in the world this show got a second season.
forgive me, all you "pickup" fans, but i just find him and the concept extremely "tool"ish, to bring back a word from 1998.
i mean seriously girls, the guy's name is "mystery". he's the type of guy that i conscientiously avoid when i go out. the kind of guy i give the reject line to when he asks for my phone number - just so he thinks i'm being nice but i'll never really have to see or talk to him again. (if you've never heard of the reject line, google it, very handy).
why? first, his attire is ridiculous. its beyond confidence, its just plain lack of reality. i might stare at him in a bar, but not because he's got a great pickup line or is smooth with the ladies - but because i'm trying to figure out which costume shop he got that flamboyantly tall hat from. seriously? you've got to be joking.
second, the long hair. no, not sexy tousled bed hair, but long, vampire, silky smooth girly hair. no, no, no.
third, the voice. now i know he can't help it and i have no problem with his voice in a normal world. just not as "the pickup artist".
fourth (as if i need a fourth). i don't want to hear the same words out of your mouth that you've said to the last ten girls you tried to get to go home with you. you might fool us in the bar, but once that fades and you run out of script.........its like a trainwreck. we might stick around for a bit in awe of the mess, but when its all done, we'll just keep on down the road.
anyway, i'm sure he's a great guy, and i don't mean to rip on him (just in case he's reading), but seriously..............is he the best you could get, VH1?
girls, watch out. a "mystery" pick up artist clone is coming to a city near you. you never know when they will strike. but you can most certainly spot them by their giant furry hats.
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VH1’s “THE PICK UP ARTIST” is back... and so is Mystery
We are now casting guys to be on season 2
*ARE YOU A QUIRKY BUT LIKEABLE GUY WHO HAS TROUBLE PICKING UP WOMEN?
* WOULD YOU BE CLASSIFIED MORE AS A “GEEK” THAN A “STUD” when it comes to dating women?
*WOULD YOU RATHER PLAY VIDEO GAMES (GUITAR HERO) THAN GO OUT ON A DATE???
We're looking for likeable and quirky guys who are intellectual, but a bit socially stunted when it comes to women. You can be confident in other areas of your life, just not when it comes to figuring out women!
Seeking guys, 21+ who fit the following:
1) You are more geek than stud
2) You are shy or akward when interacting with beautiful women
3) You manage to say all the wrong things to women
4) You are intellectually gifted, but socially stuntded
5) You have no clue what women want (don't worry, no guy does!)
This is the reality show of a lifetime to help you gain self-confidence with the opposite sex.
ADDITIONAL OPEN AUDITION:
Saturday, April 12th
1pm - 4pm
7038 W. Sunset Blvd
Los Angeles, CA 90028
This is a great opportunity for members in the Los Angeles area to meet the Casting Director’s and some of last season’s cast members from the show!
you'll notice i included vh1's "the pickup artist" in today's casting notice. i do this mostly because i think its hilariously lame. and probably to prove some strange point of today's crappy tv and start a pondering on how in the world this show got a second season.
forgive me, all you "pickup" fans, but i just find him and the concept extremely "tool"ish, to bring back a word from 1998.
i mean seriously girls, the guy's name is "mystery". he's the type of guy that i conscientiously avoid when i go out. the kind of guy i give the reject line to when he asks for my phone number - just so he thinks i'm being nice but i'll never really have to see or talk to him again. (if you've never heard of the reject line, google it, very handy).
why? first, his attire is ridiculous. its beyond confidence, its just plain lack of reality. i might stare at him in a bar, but not because he's got a great pickup line or is smooth with the ladies - but because i'm trying to figure out which costume shop he got that flamboyantly tall hat from. seriously? you've got to be joking.
second, the long hair. no, not sexy tousled bed hair, but long, vampire, silky smooth girly hair. no, no, no.
third, the voice. now i know he can't help it and i have no problem with his voice in a normal world. just not as "the pickup artist".
fourth (as if i need a fourth). i don't want to hear the same words out of your mouth that you've said to the last ten girls you tried to get to go home with you. you might fool us in the bar, but once that fades and you run out of script.........its like a trainwreck. we might stick around for a bit in awe of the mess, but when its all done, we'll just keep on down the road.
anyway, i'm sure he's a great guy, and i don't mean to rip on him (just in case he's reading), but seriously..............is he the best you could get, VH1?
girls, watch out. a "mystery" pick up artist clone is coming to a city near you. you never know when they will strike. but you can most certainly spot them by their giant furry hats.
__________________________________
VH1’s “THE PICK UP ARTIST” is back... and so is Mystery
We are now casting guys to be on season 2
*ARE YOU A QUIRKY BUT LIKEABLE GUY WHO HAS TROUBLE PICKING UP WOMEN?
* WOULD YOU BE CLASSIFIED MORE AS A “GEEK” THAN A “STUD” when it comes to dating women?
*WOULD YOU RATHER PLAY VIDEO GAMES (GUITAR HERO) THAN GO OUT ON A DATE???
We're looking for likeable and quirky guys who are intellectual, but a bit socially stunted when it comes to women. You can be confident in other areas of your life, just not when it comes to figuring out women!
Seeking guys, 21+ who fit the following:
1) You are more geek than stud
2) You are shy or akward when interacting with beautiful women
3) You manage to say all the wrong things to women
4) You are intellectually gifted, but socially stuntded
5) You have no clue what women want (don't worry, no guy does!)
This is the reality show of a lifetime to help you gain self-confidence with the opposite sex.
ADDITIONAL OPEN AUDITION:
Saturday, April 12th
1pm - 4pm
7038 W. Sunset Blvd
Los Angeles, CA 90028
This is a great opportunity for members in the Los Angeles area to meet the Casting Director’s and some of last season’s cast members from the show!
Friday, February 29, 2008
writer's strike OVER! auditions galore! NASHVILLE STAR CASTING!
hey all you peeps itchin to get to some auditions! the writer's strike is over and there are auditions galore! i just received a email full of opportunities and i'll be sharing those over the course of the next few blogs. here's the first.....
NASHVILLE STAR is looking for the country stars of tomorrow!
Open Casting Call in the following cities:
Los Angeles, CA
March 8th - Open Call
10am - 6pm
Burbank Marriott Hotel and Convention Center
2500 Hollywood Way
Burbank, CA 91505
Washington D.C.
March 14th Open Call
10am - 6pm
The Westin Grand
2350 M Street N.W.
Washington, DC 20037
Austin, TX
March 18th Open Call 10am - 6pm
March 19th Call Backs
(Venue TBD)
Nashville, TN
March 21st Open Call 10am - 6pm
March 22nd Call Backs
(Venue TBD)
How To Apply:
Song list and details can be found at www.NashvilleStarCasting.com
stay tuned for more........
sara
NASHVILLE STAR is looking for the country stars of tomorrow!
Open Casting Call in the following cities:
Los Angeles, CA
March 8th - Open Call
10am - 6pm
Burbank Marriott Hotel and Convention Center
2500 Hollywood Way
Burbank, CA 91505
Washington D.C.
March 14th Open Call
10am - 6pm
The Westin Grand
2350 M Street N.W.
Washington, DC 20037
Austin, TX
March 18th Open Call 10am - 6pm
March 19th Call Backs
(Venue TBD)
Nashville, TN
March 21st Open Call 10am - 6pm
March 22nd Call Backs
(Venue TBD)
How To Apply:
Song list and details can be found at www.NashvilleStarCasting.com
stay tuned for more........
sara
Wednesday, January 9, 2008
FOR IMMEDIATE RELEASE
we've issued a press release....see the full details by clicking below.
Press Release - Music Industry News Network
Press Release - Newswire Today
we're please to offer 10% all services in january to celebrate the re-launch. just mention this blog!
-sara
Press Release - Music Industry News Network
Press Release - Newswire Today
we're please to offer 10% all services in january to celebrate the re-launch. just mention this blog!
-sara
Tuesday, January 8, 2008
on top of the spandex, all covered with cheese.
it's back. the lights, the obstacles, the spandex, the cheese..........the hulk. that's right ladies and gentlemen, american gladiators is making a comeback. i guess nbc thought that this decade needed its fair share. seriously, are the 2000's really THAT jealous of the 90's?
my husband is most partial to "wolf", a wild-haired gladiator that looks like he needs a good soap scrubbin'. personally, i don't have a favorite, but that tribal guy freaks the crap out of me.
with that said, the show could learn quite a bit from ninja warrior (shown on G4). a lot more action and a lot less talking. i don't need to know how it felt to just take a 20 foot plunge in the water, nor do i need to know how you are feeling about an upcoming challenge. we watch because we want to see action. we want to see somebody get slammed to the ground. we want to see the gladiators in all their cheesy glory. we don't want to see someone get hurt, but we don't mind if they come close. and if they do, we want to see it again.
do racing fans watch Nascar for 300 boring laps of smooth driving? don't kid yourself, they watch for the crashes.
spandex and cheese. mmm mmmm good.
my husband is most partial to "wolf", a wild-haired gladiator that looks like he needs a good soap scrubbin'. personally, i don't have a favorite, but that tribal guy freaks the crap out of me.
with that said, the show could learn quite a bit from ninja warrior (shown on G4). a lot more action and a lot less talking. i don't need to know how it felt to just take a 20 foot plunge in the water, nor do i need to know how you are feeling about an upcoming challenge. we watch because we want to see action. we want to see somebody get slammed to the ground. we want to see the gladiators in all their cheesy glory. we don't want to see someone get hurt, but we don't mind if they come close. and if they do, we want to see it again.
do racing fans watch Nascar for 300 boring laps of smooth driving? don't kid yourself, they watch for the crashes.
spandex and cheese. mmm mmmm good.
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