About this project
Damn, everybody, you blew through our first stretch goal faster than we had hoped for! Huge thanks to all our new backers, we’re blown away by all of this support. We have more than a week left, so we’re gonna set a new stretch goal.
Stretch #2 - $25,000 Since the beginning of this project, we always saw it as a ‘reunion’ of sorts with the family Luke knew as a toddler, a lot of whom he’s lost complete touch with. Our seemingly almost pipe-dream goal was to eventually have a real reunion for as many of these people as we can track down - a celebration of the time and place and people, a way for everyone who’s interested to reconnect or hug it out or just kick back and reminisce for one night. A large number of the people we’ve interviewed have asked us to do this as well. And we’re trying, lord knows we’re trying. But working out plane tickets, housing, location rental, event planning, etc. adds up very quickly. So with that said, our new stretch goal is to cover this event, we think it’d be a hell of a nice way to close out the film. Also, each backer will receive a VIP invitation to the Red Dog reunion (tentatively September 2017). Let's see if we can pull it off.
Thanks again to everybody, we’re eternally grateful. It's time for us to get to work.
What Red Dog Is:
Simply put, Red Dog is a feature-length documentary and soundtrack.
The Red Dog was the most popular topless bar in Oklahoma City during the 1970s oil boom. It was a neon-lit and wood-lined fantasyland populated by every miscreant, outcast and lost soul in a hundred mile radius. Drug deals, stabbings, backroom blowjobs, turf wars, overdoses, a murder or two: it’s all on record. But ask anyone who stepped foot in place at the time and they’d just tell you the Red Dog was one hell of a party. And you could say I was born there.
My mother was a teenaged runaway who began stripping with a fake ID at age 16. In 1977, she mixed business with pleasure and married my biological father, a womanizing Red Dog regular. Not long after I was born, he left her. So without a dime to her name and no other way to support a kid, my mom went straight back to work at the Red Dog.
I spent my toddler years in that place. All these outcasts became my only family - my ‘aunt’ was Mom’s best friend, ‘Nasty Cathy,’- an addict who was eventually turned into the cops by her own son for dealing pot. The guy I called ‘Uncle Rick’ was known affectionately to everyone else as ‘Rick the Spic,’ he was a bouncer and dope dealer so prone to epileptic seizures I had to learn at age four how to roll him over and pop a pill in his mouth. One day our bouncer friend ‘Hamburger’ was there, the next he was gone forever, his head caved in by a thug looking to snatch the quarters from the change machines. It all just seemed normal to me. Hell, with all the neon lights, loud music, and video games, it might as well have been a playhouse.
Mom eventually decided this ain't no place to raise a kid. We got out, she cleaned up, and life went on. Today, I’m a songwriter in Nashville, married to a neurologist. I’ve got my own toddler now running around raising hell, and a daughter who happens to be the age my mom was when she ran away started stripping. I’m trying to keep them just about as far away from the Red Dog as they can possibly be. But I’ve been thinking back on those days a lot. I know me and mom made it out, but I want to go back.
I want to hear my mom tell it, from the start. I want to go see if all these people we called family made it out too, or if some of them just never could crawl out of the Red Dog. I want to see if there are some lessons I learned, somewhere, in all this insanity. Really, I just find out what my old 'family' is up to now, some thirty years later. Or at least find somebody who can corroborate these insane stories my mom always tells…
Who We Are:
Filmmaker, artist, hit songwriter living in Nashville, TN. Enjoys long walks from his backdoor to his garage. Extensive record and beef jerky collection.
Director, recluse, all-around good guy living in Dallas, TX.
Casey and Luke met in NYC, while both living there. They soon discovered, strangely, both were from Oklahoma, both had doctor wives, and both had a scary addiction to Momofuku pork buns. So then they decided to make music videos, ads, documentaries, etc. together.
What We Need:
As mentioned, Luke makes his living as a songwriter and producer--he's had songs recorded by Eric Church, Miranda Lambert, Dierks Bentley, and he's had his own music featured in TV and Film. He is currently writing a full soundtrack for the film / record inspired by the sounds, stories, and times of the Red Dog. A portion of the funds here will be devoted to music production: mixing, studios, musicians, etc.
Production has begun on Red Dog. The two of us will be doing the vast majority of the work ourselves- shooting, editing, writing, scoring, etc. But it's not always a two-man job. Often, for example, we need extra crew to run sound or a second camera. And while we're delightful and most of the people we work with like us quite a bit, it'd be nice to pay them appropriately for their time and expertise. And while thusfar we have been doing that out of our own pockets, we both have wives and children and going forward it'd be nice to tell them we're not losing money every time we run off to shoot a movie about a strip club. There are also various other production costs. For example, a lot of these people are still in the Oklahoma City area, which is great for us, but neither of us currently live there so any shoot requires plane tickets and gas money and meals and etc. Some of them have moved on to other parts of the country or even world, and when feasible, we'd like to consider meeting them on their own turf. We'll also be needing to pay for some research in tracking a few of these people down, and the occasional extra equipment rental.
Post & Animation
We are dealing with a time and place that exists mainly in memories. Video was not at the time widely available or certainly portable the way it is now, and, again - this was a strip club. Casual video-making is frowned upon. So on that note we've chosen to artfully recreate some of the moments and tales with animation. We've partnered with a couple guys that have awesome vision (a few examples in the sizzle reel above,) but animation takes a lot of time and effort, and animators gotta eat just like the rest of us. In addition for post production, we've got a whole lot of transcription fees to cover and we'll need plenty of hard drives to store all of the raw footage.
Some Stuff We've Made Throughout the Years:
Holla at Luke:
Risks and challenges
We've gotten the thumbs up from the Red Dog owner on this project, and have more or less exclusive access to a variety of people who were there at the time. Some of them could die, presumably, or simply refuse to take part in the project. But we feel confident we can make a compelling movie with the pieces and interviews we already have confirmed.
So that is to say, we're already committed to this project, have quite a lot of time and money invested in it. So come hell or high water, the thing is getting made. We've started this campaign because we think it would allow us to make what we envision to be the best possible version.Learn about accountability on Kickstarter
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