They Seduced Me, Man

Over the last fortnight, along with a barrel load of other work, our little production company has been churning out twenty short documentaries exploring the artists and works of the Melbourne International Arts Festival. They are short and sweet pieces about some extraordinary folks and, we've been able to rope in a lot of the great crew that we like to work with so as to allow us to turn over a large amount of work in a very short space of time. The pace has been furious but, as is always the way when sleep is minimal and productivity is high, there have been endless bad jokes, indoor cricket matches, ankle taps, bird flipping, top 40 dance-offs and smutty discussions ranging freely and frequently through pop stars, Percy Grainger's dick, Pitbull and anal sex.

Although we are still a few days from completion, I have to link to one of the pieces I finished last week - about The Manganiyar Seduction - if only because I can listen to the two key creative artists involved in the show talk about it over and over again. There is something so irresistible about people who are crazy passionate about the work they do. To keep a work as alive in the way you talk and feel about it, as it is on the stage, or screen or page, is a small miracle given the complexities of bringing anything as grand and expansive as this to life. "They seduced me, man!"