Client: Guided Heights. Pre-Production, Day Two

Ferry Boat Films and Guided Heights Massage owner and proprietor, Joshua Marable, went location scouting for the video we are intending to shoot for his business website.  We first went up Flagstaff Mountain to a lookout onto the Continental Divide.  After Joshua carried his heavy massage table to the location where we wanted to shoot, we assembled and set it in place.  It was amazing how the massage table, a beautiful hand-crafted thing, fit perfectly in the spot we intended for it, as if this location was meant to be.  Here is a photo of its intended position.

We descended the mountain, ate tacos at Chipotle, and stopped at the driving range at Gateway Park.  Joshua, the generous producer, treated me to a bucket of balls and even let me use his driver.  Afterward, we went looking for a barn for the middle segment of his video where the characters are intended to pass through in a dreamlike birth of joy and freedom.  We found nothing there at the edge of town so we drove toward the Boulder Reservoir and found the open grassy field for our characters to frolic through.  Here is my favorite shot of the grassy field.

Joshua spoke of a barn he had seen further down the road.  We went there and there were no openings to the mostly boarded up and condemned structures.  But upon turning the car around, a heavy wind picked up and we spotted a shed.  It was spooky how the shed door was suddenly thrown open as if to invite us.  We stopped the car, stepped out and ninja hopped over a a chain, onto the ghostly property.  The landscape was just beautiful, wild yellow flowers and dried wild wheat belw furiously back and forth.  The wind howled through the power lines above.  It was all something out of a dream one suddenly wakes up from and a sense of longing and passing time stirs the soul.  Joshua stood there and took this photograph of the shed.

On the way out, we discussed further what talent we would bring to this small production.  Who would be willing to be adventurous with us, maybe trespass a little.  We have yet to find the woman who will get the massage in the video and we have yet to find the interior location of the large living room at the beginning and end of the piece.  But at the rate we are going, we will have both soon.

Client: Guided Heights. Pre-Production, Day One

Guided Heights Massage, a Boulder masseuse and healer by the name of Joshua Marable, has hired me to do a video for his website.  We met for dinner at Chez Thuy a Vietnamese restaurant in North Boulder.   He said he transports the people he massages to another world.  With my close relationship to the dream world, we came up with the following story boards.  Good God they are messy, but the beginning of every project often is.

We open on a woman alone, supine on a massage table wrapped in white sheets.  A panoramic shot.  A well-lit, windowed room.  Suddenly, a strapping body worker, with satin black skin, appears, dressed in flowing Qigong robes.  An Ascetic Healer Nurturer, she is gently rubbed and transported from this land to…

A mountain top with the Continental Divide in the background.  She gets the holy treatment here, rubbed in ways never before rubbed.  Another panoramic image, a few close-up of this genius magi’s technique, another moment of orgasmic delight and fade to…

A dark room and suddenly two barn doors burs open, our masseuse is a steward, escorting his lucky client out into an open prairie field.  In a flowing sundress she throws late summer daisies to him.  “Catch up to me.”  She seems to say.  He smiles, humbly.  “Ah.  I only obey.”  He bows in reverence.  He is her loyal servant, meant to bring her mind and body long needed peace, and nothing more.  She frolics on, the screen fades to white and suddenly…

The massage table is before a waterfall and our loyal massage therapist continues to work his magic over this blessed woman’s body.  Long hand pressure waves and firm fingers down the Latissimus Dorsi and back followed by an expert elbow flourish that only a seasoned practitioner such as this could pull off.  Thereby the woman, defeated, completely in the assured hands of the Guided Heights therapist, drops her arms off the table.  A powerful shot displays the strong man holding her swaddled form wrapped in crisp, clean white sheets while standing barefoot in the middle of a river.  He is the trusted protector before the roaring mist of the waterfall.

The last page reveals the return from the Land of the Extraordinary back to the living room and massage table where we began.  Did this person actually travel to these places to get this massage?  Were the feelings and sensations so exquisite that she only dreamed she went to there?  Such is the journey one might take at Guided Heights.  But now a close up on a crystal shard, a de-ionizer of the divine order, cleanses the room hovering over the client’s happy body.  She is still and our masseuse disappears, was he a ghost?  A magician of Earthly delight, a fantasm.  And what of our woman?  Our lucky client?  Well her eyes open, a smile spreads across her face.  She is transformed.  Another lucky customer.