We’re going to be making a Music Video for the song “You Got All You Need” - come & play along with the song out in nature! To support this collaboration, we’re really excited to that SONY is going to be sending out FIFTY new Music Video Recorders (SONY HDR-MV1) to some of the more prominent and established musicians in our community
AUDIO CURATORS: Make an Album of the Audio RECords on the site that you’re inspired by and contribute it the collab. Please contribute Albums no later than TUESDAY, April 22nd at 12pm PST.
Game of Thrones
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HBO’s Game of Thrones is the most cheered show on a premium cable channel since The Sopranos. We’d like to add a “boo” to the mix.
Check out Focus on the Family’s full review of the series here.
WARNING: Focus on the Filth contains graphic content not suitable for children.
The following is a public service intended to shine a light on the world of popular entertainment by reading actual reviews from Focus on the Family’s Plugged In dot com, an Evangelical Christian website dedicated to providing detailed information about what’s really in popular movies, videos, TV episodes, songs and games.
Parental discretion advised.
Ya know, a lot of people ask me “What is HITRECORD?” So, I made this new video to explain what it is & how you can contribute to our collaborative productions. You can create an account HERE
HITRECORD is different than your typical Hollywood production company. Anyone with the Internet can contribute to our collaborative projects & this website is where we come to make things together, like Short Films, Books, Music, Art, and our latest & greatest production - our television show:HITRECORD ON TV.
You can contribute your Video, Image, Text, or Audio RECords to any of the collaborations we’re working on, or you can start your own collaboration on the site.
And if your work gets used in a money-making production, we pay you for it. For their work in 2013, the community is receiving a grand total of $737,175.09.
So, thanks for stopping by. Hope you stick around, I’d love to work with you. Are you RECording?
Thanks again <3
Are those your drums?
The Grand Budapest Hotel
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The Grand Budapest Hotel is being called Wes Anderson’s best movie yet. But is this dollhouse dramedy merely good at being quite bad?? Find out in Focus On The Family’s full review here.
Making the earth shake all day with one of my favorites, Mr. Darren King
Let’s make a series of funny :15-:30 shorts featuring an array of taxidermied animals from the site. Contribute your scripts, VO performances, and video edits to the collaboration.
COMEDY WRITERS: Create short, snappy Scripts featuring taxidermied animals from THIS ALBUM by brookeduckart The aim is for the scripts to be between :15-:30 each.
VOICE OVER ARTISTS: Perform Voice Overs for scripts you like from the collab. You could also just improvise your performances.
VIDEO EDITORS: Cut together Voice Overs with taxidermied animal characters. Watch THIS VIDEO by Ryan Patrick as a reference.
Hey! Look who hosted a hitRECord request video? It’s me!
Single Mom's Club
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TYLER PERRY PRESENTS: THE SINGLE MOM’S CLUB
The Single Mom’s Club is vintage Tyler Perry. It delivers an overarching message about the critical importance of mothers and fathers…even if some of these struggling moms’ choices aren’t as laudable as their overflowing love for their children.
Read the entire Pluggedin review here.
I LOL’d just thinking of Marke LOL’ing at this.
They built the world’s largest salad. The whole thing was set up in a park about an hour away from our home so my wife Diane convinced me that it might be fun to go see it.
"Deb and Gary are going this afternoon and so I thought we’d ride over there with them."
"Will there be any left?"
"Oh, it’s not to eat," said Diane. "It’s like an art piece. The Guinness World Records people will be there."
On the way over, I started to talk about a Cobb salad I had at this place near my office that was pretty big.
"I usually eat only about half of it."
"Well, I’m sure this one is much bigger than that," said Gary.
"Jesus Christ, Gary. I wasn’t implying that I thought the Cobb salad I had was bigger than this salad. It’s just that all of this giant salad business has me thinking about large salads I’ve had before. God!"
"It was a joke," said Gary. "Calm down."
But I could tell from the muscles in his face that Gary was lying. Deb quickly chimed in with a request to hear about more of the big salads I’d had, but I was over it. The mood had been ruined.
"Forget it," I said. "Let’s just get this thing over with."
The salad was huge. According to a series of laminated signs, we learned that all of the produce had come by way of donations from local farmers and then a college in New York had commissioned a handful of artists to construct a gigantic ceramic bowl to put everything in.
We took pictures and afterwards I bought a t-shirt at the gift shop. It was powder blue with a graphic of the gigantic salad pasted right on the front. On the back was the date and city.
In the car, Gary said that the salad on my t-shirt just looked like a regular-sized salad.
"Bullshit," I said. "It’s huge."
"Well maybe it’s huge because you know that it’s huge," said Diane. "But to someone who doesn’t know what it is, I can see how it looks like a regular salad."
I looked at it again and realized that they were right. How could I have allowed myself to be seduced by the context of such a limited reality? The only place a gigantic salad can truly exist is sitting there right in front of you! Even photos were a stretch. I stifled my anger and humiliation with short breaths and concentrated on the scenery so as not to rip the t-shirt in half in a blind rage.
Gary had made me look like a fool twice in a span of mere hours and I desperately needed to restore balance. That night, I sat in my study and replayed the day’s events in my mind. Surely, Gary had to have slipped up somewhere and said or done something dumb.
"Diane," I said. "Wake up."
"God, what time is it?"
"Remember when we first saw the salad? Remember what Gary said?"
"I don’t know."
"He said that the salad was so big, that he’d need a pitchfork to eat it! Remember?"
She thought about it. “I guess. I really don’t remember.”
"He did say it! Ha! What an idiot!"
I clapped my hands together.
"Because, Diane. The ingredients were standard-sized ingredients. It was only the salad itself that was huge."
"So why the pitchfork?! Does Gary suddenly have a gigantic head with such a gigantic mouth that a regular fork won’t do? God, he’s so stupid! Isn’t he stupid, Diane?"
"I don’t know what your problem is with Gary."
"I don’t have a problem with Gary! I just have a problem with an idiot who thinks that large portions automatically correlate with large utensils. I mean, Christ Diane! What an idiot!"
I could see that my wife wanted me to leave, but I wasn’t done yet.
"Why, that would be like thinking that…" I paused, a grin plastered to my face, and tried to think of a similar example containing both a large food item and another large utensil. But it wouldn’t come to me.
"It would be like what?" asked Diane.
"Nothing! I’ll think of it later."
That night, Gary was awakened by an anonymous phone call from the payphone outside of a nearby liquor store.
"If someone gave you a gigantic sundae, you’d probably try to eat it with a snow shovel!"