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Friday, February 19, 2010 - 18:00 PM - C. A. Passinault Official Blog Entry

Code Black PR Lock Down

The "Code Black" PR Lock Down has been enacted. Much of the content on this blog has been backed up and removed from the Internet. Other content has been edited. Posts will resume, as needed, on CAPassinault.Com, but new content will be managed by committee before it is uploaded. Thank you for your attention.

Sunday, July 6, 2008 - 11:11 AM - C. A. Passinault Official Blog Entry

Working Ahead

I've been very busy lately. I had another Tampa television interview with two models who I brought along, and a ton of web site work. Tampa model and actor Somali Rose did well with our television interview, as did Tampa swimsuit model Mandy Lee (for more about the interview, see Tampa Bay Modeling). That makes TWO television interviews that I have done in the past few months, and I have more interviews this fall. On the Internet web site front, I've been working on Florida Modeling Career (Heh heh... You won't be able to see it until it is online), which is the brand new Florida region version of my very popular (and effective) Tampa Bay Modeling free modeling resource web site. Florida Modeling Career will focus on fighting Florida modeling scams, a new Florida modeling job board job resource, and promoting Florida models. This time around, the Florida modeling job board is given priority because it has been determined that a leading modeling job board would be critical for fighting modeling job scams. Florida Modeling Career should be up later this week, that is, if I do not get sidetracked from shooting models, lunch with models, and several photography consultations and bookings. Much of my schedule this week is so packed that my bookings and appointments will overlap, so I hope that professionals tolerate other professionals well.

Mmmmmm.... Next week. After Florida Modeling Career is online, I had several web sites to update, but that may have to wait. I may spend the next month of my web update time working on all things relevant to my Tampa photography company (I do derive most of my income as the top Tampa photographer, after all). The main Aurora PhotoArts web site needs some work, supporting web sites need work (including, but not limited to, Tampa Model Testing for the revamped ESPY program), the new contracts and business paperwork need to be completed, and other business needs attending to. The Aurora site needs an overhaul of its thumbnails and its portfolio format, too, which will be critical for some market segment spin offs.

Earlier this year, I saw the most massive buildup and investment of domain names in my history of doing web sites. I now have close to fifty web sites. Now, the trend is into blogs. I now have over twenty blogs, and it may go over one hundred by the end of the year. Can I keep up with all of those blogs? Yes. I have technology which enables me to blog any time and place, and since I write constantly this won't be an issue. I also have lots of help, now, so in most cases I only have to spend a few moments uploading content already written by my army of writers. This is going to be fun.

Gotta run. There is work to be done.

Monday, May 26, 2008 - 7:30 PM - C. A. Passinault Official Blog Entry

Coming Into Focus

It was a good thing that I ran out of time last night. Something really cool happened on the way home which is a perfect introduction to the remainder of what I wanted to blog about.
Enjoy.
I was sitting at a stoplight near downtown Tampa. The light was taking too long, which I noted because I have all of the lights along my normal routes timed, and I was wondering when the light would get around to changing. My sportscar was idling, and I had my windows down, because it was a pleasant night. Because my windows were down, I had my car stereo cranked up. I had a CD from my DJ library playing.
An SUV pulled up alongside me at the light. It sat there for a minute, and then the windows rolled down. I saw the driver, a beautiful girl in her early 20's, nodding her head, first glancing at her passenger, who appeared to be another attractive girl, and then leaning out the window toward my car. She smiled. I turned down the stereo.
"NO! Don't turn it down! JAM IT!" She exclaimed, "That music is awesome!"
She asked what it was. I told her Sunscream's album "O3", the track "Perfect Motion", a techno dance release from the early 1990's.
I turned it back up. She grinned, continuing to tune into what I was playing.
The light changed. She waved, and we parted ways.
I still have it.
In retrospect, however, I should have given her a card. It didn't matter, however. I saw it as a sign of, and a prelude to, the future.
Just when I was beginning to think that the whole world had sold out and that there were no more cool, interesting people left, something cool has to happen to remind me that cool people have been around me all along. I just quit noticing them.
DJ'ing is still in my blood. I haven't lost my ear for great music or the feeling that I have to express myself through performing and by creating unique forms of entertainment. I am still DJ Frontier. I never left. I've been sidetracked, and I took a break for a few years, but my trend-setting alter-ego is still very much a part of who I am. DJ Frontier is a big part of defining who I am as an artist, and as an entertainment polymath. DJ Frontier is still here, and is stronger than ever.
Now that technology has caught up to some of my ideas, it is time to wake up the slumbering giant and move forward.
To me, DJ Frontier has always been an important part of who I am. I've matured over the years and now have a stronger sense of purpose. My event planning company, Eventi Events, the original Passinault Entertainment Group company, was always intended to be our core company. It will finally be the way that it was originally intended.
In 2003, I spent a summer working at a facility in downtown Tampa, which did Tampa's most exclusive weddings every weekend. It took all summer and countless weddings to restore my respect for weddings and my faith in what weddings were supposed to be about. I learned some things, and was in the enviable position to audit and observe every working Tampa wedding DJ and wedding photographer. Now, I am not one to spy on people and steal ideas, as I myself have been a victim of such practices, but it was educational. I was also honest and open with the DJ's and photographers, too. They knew who I was, what I did, and were cool with it. It was just refreshing to be around professional weddings for a change, even if the catering sucked (the venue forced their caterers on the wedding groups, and being a done-deal the food didn't have to be good. I know that the food was terrible because during every wedding I ate the same thing that the wedding guests were served. On more than one occasion, the food actually made me sick!). I audited more weddings that summer than most people attend their entire life.
Hmmmm.... what's up with in-house venue catering, anyway? Has anyone ever had any food from such deals that was any good? I remember going to a Bank holiday party at a Town and Country with Vacharee back in 1995, and the food sucked there, too. I know because Vacharee, who looked very tasty in her evening dress herself, was the first to complain about the food and warn me about it.
Then again, maybe my bad memories about the food is a result of my modeling photography career. Over the years photographing hundreds of models all over Tampa Bay, just about every shoot had lunch at a nice Tampa restaurant, as I had lunch budgeted in and wrote them off. I have eaten at just about every restaurant in the Tampa Bay area. Let's just say that I obtained quite an education about what good food really was, and it makes all that catered food look very bad in comparison. One of my favorite restaurants? Macaroni Grill in Brandon. Other favorites include the Tuscan Oven in Hyde Park, Panera Bread, Ruby Tuesday, Outback Steakhouse, and the Rusty Pelican.
It is time for me to end this blog post and get back to work. I will post more soon. I promise.

Sunday, May 25, 2008 - 9:00 PM - C. A. Passinault Official Blog Entry

Taking Flight

I was barreling down Highway 60 at high speeds on the back of a sports motorcycle, holding onto my camera bag with my one free hand as we rocketed through the gears. I was wearing clothes soaked in dried vomit, my head in the vice-like clutches of a helmet which I was certain was a size too small, but this was it. Moments like this helped me keep in touch with my ancient past, and I was happy because I was doing what I was meant to do. I was alive.
I had done a good job, too. Despite the hardships.
It was Wednesday, May 21, 2008, just a few days ago. I had spent the day at two airfields, doing a commercial shoot for a flying school that my brother was employed at as an aircraft mechanic and a pilot. It was a difficult day, as I was fighting nausea, heat, the drowsiness of Dramamine, and overall fatigue. I got the shots, however, and quite a bit of air time to boot.
Normally, I don't get sick from flying in aircraft. I really shouldn't have eaten a foot-long sandwich from Subway before I took that first plane. I also should have taken that double dose of Dramamine before I flew, but my brother shrugged and said that he had never seen me get airsick in all the years that I had been flying with him, so he didn't see the point. Not wanting to be drowsy, and because I wanted to get some flying in myself, I decided to wait. Big mistake.
I suppose that the first plane that we took didn't help matters. I was a tiny Cessna which was cramped, and I had a difficult time getting my 6' 1'' frame in and out of the aircraft. I finally sardined into the cramped cockpit of the tiny plane, and we took off for our first flight to a remote airfield at Wachula, somewhere in Hardee county (where I have never gone before).
At 1,600 feet and at 110 MPH, the heat of the early summer afternoon created a bumpy ride for the Cessna. There are those who think that flying is smooth, and it mostly is in a large commercial aircraft. This flight was not smooth, especially in a tiny plane, and it was bumpier than most that I can recall. 20 minutes out and high over the cypress swamps, halfway to our destination, I began to feel nauseous. That food in my stomach was working me, going up, then down, then up to my throat, and then back down, over and over again. I wasn't feeling well anymore, but I figured that I could handle it.
We landed on a small airstrip in the middle of nowhere. There was no shade for hundreds of yards, and the relentless Florida sun only served to aggravate the waves of nausea that, at times, overcame me. I hiked to the side of the runway, and my brother took off, putting the Cessna through its paces. I readied my camera and got to work, temporarily disconnecting myself from my deteriorating physical condition.
After thirty minutes or so of circling the airfield, bringing the plane low over the runway where I was standing, and going back around, my brother finally touched down and taxied the plane over to a small building. The wind was gusting, and made the oppressive heat as unpredictable as the on-again, off-again waves of the urge to vomit. I was pleased to find that the vacant building was air-conditioned and had full facilities.
This would be needed, because I realized that the airplane was the only way back to the main airport.
After resting in the A.C. for a good half-hour, I felt better, and we decided to fly out.
Halfway back, I began to feel ill again. I was also sweating a lot. God, I hate sweating. I popped two Dramamine pills (without anything to drink), and hoped that they would relieve my symptoms. Too little, too late.
As we neared final approach to the main airport, I asked my brother if he had any bags in the plane. We couldn't find any. As we started final approach, I lost the battle.
We were at an altitude of 1,000 feet and were flying at 100 MPH. I was in a full belt harness, and my movement was limited (a good thing since the cabin door which was next to me was cardboard-thin, and wasn't much of a barrier in the cardboard-box plane). I popped open the window and stuck my head out, unleashing a river of, well, you know. I couldn't get out far enough, though, and the roaring airstream caught it. It sprayed all over my face, all over my shirt, all over the interior cabin, and all over my brother. There were parts of a Subway Italian foot-long stuck to every inch of the interior of the plane, even on the ceiling! It was not my most glamorous moment. It may be a while before I eat Subway Italian subs after that disgusting experience, I can assure you.
My headset was off (small planes are loud and you have to wear headsets to communicate to others in the plane), and I hung my head out the window throughout our decent. I watched the landing gear tire approach the ground and chirp with a puff of smoke as it touched the runway. It was cool, and I would have appreciated experiencing that if I had not been so sick. In retrospect, however, I would not have experienced that view had I not been so sick, as the way that I felt overcame my fear of heights.
My brother didn't bother taxiing back to the flight line. We taxied back to the garage, where we had to clean the plane. Well, I had to clean the plane. He strolled off and got cleaned up. It was a lot like detailing a car. I also cleaned myself up as best as I could, never knowing if I was still wearing my lunch in my hair.
That done, I staggered over to the terminal and chilled out on a large couch. It was then that the Dramamine kicked in and made me very, very groggy. I spent the rest of the afternoon delirious, chilling out on the couch as FOX news played on a high definition flatscreen TV in front of me and exotic car rental commercials (wow, a Ferrari for only $1,500 a day!) Played on another flatscreen on the wall behind me. I think that I fell asleep. Once I came to, I played some Sonic The Hedgehog 2 on one of my PSP's as I waited for my brother. It was pouring down rain outside. My brother was flying in it. I was feeling better now, but was very drowsy.

My brother had acquired an expensive, high performance Mooney airplane and flew someone to Venice. Upon his return, he taxied the sleek, blue sportsplane up to the terminal. I walked out to the four-seat airplane and put my camera and other gear inside. This was a nice plane. It had leather seats, and unlike the Cessna, had a low wing. We strapped in, contacted the tower, and taxied for takeoff along the rain slicked runway.
After receiving clearance from the tower, we began our takeoff roll. The Mooney roared with power, accelerating quickly down the runway, and into the evening sky. Its landing gear retracted into the aircraft. If the Cessna was a Pinto, this aircraft was a Corvette. It was a magnificent airplane. It was fast, climbed quickly to altitude, and maneuvered well. It gave a much smoother ride, too.
Aircraft in the area that day were flying under VFR, which stands for Visual Flight Rules. Much of our time spent aloft that day was spent trying to spot other aircraft in the area, even though air traffic control had their positions on radar. Even so, the VFR was a great safety measure, as many times I heard alarms going off in the background when we overheard air traffic control. My brother informed me that those alarms meant that aircraft were in close proximity to each other and they demanded that the flight controllers pay special attention to what was going on. Although I never spotted any other planes in the air around us, the alarms present in the air traffic control transmissions were a constant reminder that we were not alone.
It was reassuring that there were professionals in a tower somewhere who were aware where all of the planes were, because we certainly did not. The planes that we were in had some really cool GPS navigation systems, which showed our location over their geographic location. The GPS, however, did not show where other planes were in the area. We were completely reliant upon air traffic control, and our own eyes, to figure out where other planes were.
We ascended quickly. The sensation of speed in the Mooney was much greater than that in the Cessna. This, my friends, was a nice plane. In minutes, we were at cloud level, and my brother carved tight paths around most of the clouds as they dropped below us. The aircraft was moving along at 200 MPH, and we were almost a mile up.
Cruising over the clouds and the patchwork earth, it looked really cool. I took a few pictures, but with the bouncing flight, the fast-changing scenery, and the tricky lighting, it was not easy. I snagged some cool pictures, however. I also couldn't help but think about my novel Frontier 4, and my main character flying along in her flying car, a Phantom 212 Aerocar. Hell, I mused, I don't care how advanced that Aerocar is supposed to be; despite the advanced propulsion and avionics, no flight control software in the world is going to be able to anticipate, or react well enough, to turbulence in the air to provide a smooth flight equal to that of a car. I would have to write in some bouncing to the flight scenes, at least in the beginning of the novel, so the reader establishes in their mind what flight is really like. No one never seemed to get this sensation right, in written form, or in the movies. Another reason that flying is great, as the experience translates well to my writing. Hell, all good writers write what they know. There are some things, and experiences, that you simply cannot fake. Writing is something that is difficult to fake, and it shouldn’t have to go that route. To be dishonest in writing is a disservice to your readers, and writers only handicap their work when they have no real experience to draw from (just like actors, but I'll post about that subject some other time). My novel is almost finished, and I am going to take out the time this year to finish it. Even if it never sells well, that’s not the point. I will finish it for me, and because I believe in it.
That was a spectacular flight. My brother is an excellent pilot, too. We flew in 18 minutes a distance that would have taken an hour and a half in a car. We banked over Plant City, lining up with the runway, and my brother lowered the landing gear. We descended over a forest of cypress trees, cleared them, and touched down. It was good to be close to home. My brother put the plane in a hanger, and we climbed upon a sportsbike to go home, which brings us back to the beginning of my story.
I wouldn't have it any other way.
I have much more to blog about, but it is beyond the scope of this post. I have also ran out of time this evening, and have to drive home now through downtown Tampa.
I'll post more shortly. Goodnight.

Monday, May 12, 2008 - 1:44 AM - C. A. Passinault Official Blog Entry

Blasts From The Past

It's funny how things have a way to loop around on you and come full circle over the course of years. I may be experiencing new adventures shortly which are in many way what I set up to do when all of this started.
Back in the ages of many years ago, it all began. You all know about my ability to read on a college level back in elementary school when I was eight or so. I began to write stories and such about that time, too. When I was fourteen, I finished my first novel, which is scheduled for a rewrite soon.
In 1988, fresh out of high school and exploring adult society for the first time, I began to throw parties. I threw some of the most creative, and the best, parties, that the Tampa Bay area had ever seen. This was the beginning of my career as an event planner, and led to my career as an underground DJ.
As a professional writer and a music fanatic who had a music background, DJ'ing came naturally. The first time that I tinkered with this form of art was in the early eighties, playing around with recording equipment and tape decks. In 1984, I was a member of a church quiz team, and we traveled to Jacksonville for a competition. I was a bit bored in the hotel, so I borrowed my friend Daniel's boom box, bought some blank cassette tapes from radio shack, and proceeded to make a tape of our adventure utilizing whatever music that I could record from the local radio stations. The resulting program turned out to be very creative and entertaining. I entertained myself and my friends throughout the eighties by doing these projects.
The 1980's was a fun time for me. We never had much money, so I would engineer equipment from junk. I once took an old walkman apart, soldered an AC to DC power supply to the circuit board, and hooked it up to large speakers, and used this as a crude radio so I could stay up all night listening to Q-105. Great music and radio DJ's, and I am so happy that the radio station returned to old form and it is like listening it in the 80's all over again! Good times......
After I began throwing those wild parties in the late eighties, my passion returned to having a voice and sharing my love to music. I decided to begin DJ'ing on an underground level.
In 1990, I obtained a cheap microphone, mountains of black high quality cassette tapes, a library of music cassette albums, and a nice boom box with two tape decks. This was my first so-called "DJ system", and although it would be a few years before I invested in a professional DJ system, what I did with that primitive setup continues to amaze me. I was crazy, creative, and often put together my programs on the fly so quickly that it might as well have been a live program. Since I looked like a teenager despite being 20 years old, I came up with the stage name "DJ Wiz Kid".
On October 6, 1990, it began. I put together my first 90 minute cassette program release (CPR), generically title "Fresh Mix". This was quickly followed by a hip hop / gangsta rap release titled "Nasty Mix", where I got to go crazy, see how many swear words I could fit in my monologues, and see how outrageous I could be. Obviously, I went too far with that one (although my 18th release "Bitch" in 1991 was crazier and led to one of my beach parties being rioted and a short gang war). This woman I knew quit talking to me after she heard "Nasty Mix". she thought that I had issues. Although I have grown out of that phase and am much more mature about my creative efforts these days (not to mention professional since I now know what I'm doing), no one could touch the explicit nature of my programs in those days. Those who think that Tampa shock jock Bubba The Love Sponge (Who I met for the first time a few days ago- surprisingly cool guy who is nothing like his on-air persona) is bad would have a heart attack if they heard those early releases (and, no, none of you will ever hear the explicit ones if I have I have anything to do with it. I have all of the master tapes, and they are stored in a safe under lock and key. I am guessing that all of the boot-leg copies that were out there have long been worn out and lost to time; the would damage my professional career now if they got out). Those early crazy releases were much, much worse than anything that anyone that I know have has ever done. They make Howard Stern look like a church choir.
Anyway, I began to hit my stride by my third cassette program release, "Horizons", on November 2, 1990, one of my first releases where I didn't go crazy with the profanity, X-rated music, and crude humor (I'll give myself this much- I've always been funny with some of the stuff that I came up with).. On October 31, 1990, I went to a Price Waterhouse party and recorded interviews with everyone there. I edited the interviews and turned it into a music mix. The resulting release, Horizons, finished and released two days later, was way, way ahead of its time. I didn't know it at the time, but I was on to something. Horizons became my first hit, and after the first few copies got out, thousands of copies were made, and spread all over Tampa Bay.
I am still trying to get to grips with what happened in those early days. As an example, I was talking to a big-time headlining night club DJ recently, and they not only knew who I was as a DJ but were familiar with some of my earliest work. I suppose what they lacked in professional polish and quality was more than made up by my creative passion and the entertainment value. I've had other DJ's tell me that my work had inspired them and that the reason that they were DJ's today was because of my releases. I've even heard of radio DJ's trading my tapes. Which reminds me- When I talked to Bubba, he perked up like he recognized my voice from somewhere. Now, this is purely speculation on my part and could be my imagination, but I do know that past 93.3 (The Power Pig!) WFLZ DJ Tom Steel (early 90's Tim and Tom show) has listened to my programs, and it is possible that Bubba, who was a radio DJ there back then, had come across at least one of programs in his career. Again, speculation on my part, as none of his radio exploits shows even a hint of being influenced by my work (although I am far from a Bubba fan and have only started to tune in to laugh at him making fun of MJ over the lawsuit, which I find to be highly entertaining at MJ's expense). It's just that it seemed that he recognized my voice, and that's all. I never talked to him about it, so I don't know for sure.
Going back to DJ history, I got better starting with the release of Horizons. "Back to the streets", which I released in 1991, was one of the few explicit releases, and I either went crazy or sat back and entertained my fanbase. With the release of the 13th CPR, Waveform, my production standards went higher, and the so-called second generation, or GEN 2, began. Each release had a strong script, samples from various sources, guests, art direction, and a theme which the music program, sound effects, and samples were blended in a context which supported the script and the theme. I also started to make my own covers for the cassettes using scissors, glue, assorted print sources and catalogs for the pictures (I barely knew what a camera was back then, and had done little photography. I was always a designer, however, although you couldn't tell at that time by looking at my work.) Those first cassette covers were done by hand, with graphics and layouts often drawn by hand. They were very crude, and the copies were black and white done by photocopy machines and cut out by hand for each cassette!
For those who are wondering by now, all of the music and photographs used were the property of the publishers, and I had no rights to use them. I didn't care at the time, however. I was having fun DJ'ing my cassette program releases much like people who were making mix tapes, but on a more ambitious level. I had no right to sell the programs, and didn't. It didn't take long for the photographs to become mine, however, and soon I will own the music used, too, or will have permission to use and sell it.
Late 1991 and the duration of 1992 was a dark time. I got into a lot of trouble due to the event riot of November 2, 1991, and soon my life was undergoing a depressing transition. My life was destroyed and I found myself fighting to survive. A girl destroyed my equipment and some of my tapes with toothpaste (!), and it took most of 1992 and 1993 to get my life back and invest in professional DJ gear. I moved to Tampa and worked hard to rebuild my life. I bought a Peavey 7032 DJ Mixer, which is still in mint condition and in use today, CD players, a professional microphone, amps, speakers, and all sorts of advanced technology. It took a while to replace my tape library with CD's. I bought some experimental technology, too, experimenting with things like 3D audio and technology which would be needed for a new generation of parties and interactive theme events. I decided that I was older and wiser, and changed my name from DJ Wiz Kid to DJ Frontier in 1993. I also came up with brand new third generation production standards, or GEN 3, which would go on to last for four years. Starting with my 22nd cassette program release, which was had music entirely sourced from CD's, all of the GEN 3 releases were encoded in SRS 3D sound which was provided by an SRS Labs AK-100 which I obtained from Hughes Aircraft in California (and also begun by legendary track record of finding and securing great electronics deals). My new home studio, which I christened "Geomedia One", was state of the art and had a lot of technology which was secret and is still secret today. This started a new era where I began to work out ideas which were years and decades ahead of their time. In 1994, after two demos learning the technology, I emerged as DJ Frontier, which I still use today. I also started a photography and design company, Aurora PhotoArts, to photograph the cover of my comeback Cassette Program Release, or CPR, and this time the covers were professionally designed and were photograph-quality and in color Although I still had to do all my layouts by hand)! I also came out with a rating system, which was printed on the covers, so people could see how explicit the content was before they listened to it (EC-13, EC-18, and EC-21). It was a time to start over, and this time, the work was professional as well as creative. A lot more planning, writing, work, and time went into all of the GEN 3 CPR's.
Some of those GEN 3 CPR's are legendary, and they were all a quantum leap over anything that I had done before. I did some experiments over the years, and rumor has it that some of them have subliminals encoded into them which I had engineered. Those legends are still great, and they stand the test of time. Futura, Futura 2, Generation, Party Zone 3, Party Zone RMX, Aurora, and Waveform 3 were all massive hits with tens of thousands of copies circulating around Tampa Bay.
In 1997, with the new Geomedia 3 production facility nearing completion and the GEN 3 CPR's outdated with cassettes and analogue recording technology obsolete, production stopped.
There were plans for GEN 4 releases. They were going to be CD's produced using computers and digital production technology. I became sidetracked, however. I began to DJ a lot of events as DJ Frontier, and took a break from DJ'ing altogether in 2002 to focus on my career as one of Florida's top modeling and talent photographers. Aurora PhotoArts became the top photography and design services company in the Tampa Bay market, and my event planning company, now known as Eventi Events, plugged along, with all of the DJ and event work farmed out to my DJ's.
Now, in 2008, all is about to change.
I return to DJ'ing as DJ Frontier later this year. My event planning company is ready for a new era. Many of my ideas and technology, which are still ahead of their time today, can now be done cost-effectively. Technology has finally caught up so the more ambitious efforts are possible. I will be doing a lot of things which were created back in 1993, and since no one has seen any of them and no one has even approached anything better, these ideas might as well be newly-conceived.
I am very pleased with myself that technology developed back in the early 1990's is still ahead of anything out there today. It is time for a new era.
My cyber suits can now be done. My stage designs are now possible. Theories have been proven. New ways of doing things are going to be done. Well, that's material for other posts. Back to DJ'ing.
GEN 4 production standards, drafted and completed ten years ago, are now obsolete. In this age of MP3's and digital download distribution, GEN 5 is now here, and it's going to be the best yet.
As I prepare for the new age of Digital Program Releases, or DPR's, I will cut my teeth on the new technology by going back to my archives and raiding some of my best CPR's of GEN 3 (1994 to 1997). Because I had really high production values for GEN 3 and pushed analog technology to its limits, all of the GEN 3 CPR's are prime candidates for digital conversion. I will be remastering Futura, Futura 2, Party Zone 3, Waveform 3, Aurora, Generation, Horizons RMX, and a few others. The programs will be converted to digital files, and I will be doing brand new covers for the digital editions of these programs. Each program will have two cover image formats, one optimized for IPOD display and one which can be printed out for those who want to rip the digital files into CD's- The print file will be formatted for CD cases. There will also be a text file and a print version of the text files with dedications and credits, replacing the Z card inserts of the old Cassette Program Releases (CPR covers were known as "J cards").
Thinking about analog limits, this was one of the main reasons that the CPR line was discontinued. New programs that were in the works, such as Rush Hour, had technical requirements beyond that of the GEN 3 technology. I was having all kinds of problems with Rush Hour, and barely got it half way done before putting away my recorded material and terminating the production line. Rush Hour, which has no relation to that crappy Chris Tucker movie and had its name before the movie was even announced, was supposed to emulate a radio broadcast. The way that the program was supposed to work was that the owner of the program would play it on their stereo and anyone around would think that it was really the radio. The actors who were involved did a really great job, and the recordings are excellent, but the analog mix had some technical issues which I could not get around. The illusion of the radio could not be done with what I was working with. I am toying with the idea of converting the recordings to digital files and completely redoing Rush Hour as a GEN 5 release. I would have extra incentive to do this if I decide to do Midnight and Radio City, too, which would compete the radio trilogy series. Midnight, which ties into my Club Zero interactive theme event, is about a New Years eve radio dance show which experiences what was supposed to have happened with Y2K at the end of 1999. Radio City is about a radio show in the 1980's, and is based on Q105 of that era.
Rush Hour (Read the Rush Hour script here) was ahead of its time. So was Daytona (Read the script for Daytona here). Daytona was the sequel to Waveform 3, and followed the adventures of Washout and his fraternity friend Tobey as they went to Daytona for spring break.
Ah, Waveform 3. Waveform 3 was about a character named Washout and his beach party adventures. It had a surf and beach theme, and was really popular, and, no, Washout is not gay. He just sounds like it. He's just misunderstood. Ironically, the original GEN 2 CPR Waveform was about new wave music, and the late GEN 2 Waveform 2 was just a little bit of everything, and really wasn't that good of a program. Waveform 3 had a strong story, great writing, and a solid theme, and it was a hit in 1995, Bra ha ha (I was inspired by the film "Under the boardwalk"). Toward the end of the GEN 3 era, there were plans to do Waveform RMX. I even had it programmed and had some of it running in the studio. Actually, let's make that a GEN 5 Digital Program Release, shall we?
There were a lot more releases in the pipeline, and I had scripts and ideas for over two dozen more. I will post about them soon. Here is the CPR list:

U.L.P. ERA (1990-1992)

UNDERGROUND LABEL PRODUCTION NETWORK RELEASES

GEN 1

CPR # ARTIST : TITLE GENRE RELEASE DATE

001 DJ WIZ KID: FRESH MIX TOP 40 OCT 1990

002 DJ WIZ KID: NASTY MIX RAP OCT 1990

003 DJ WIZ KID: HORIZONS TOP 40 NOV 1990

004 DJ WIZ KID: HORIZONS II TOP 40 NOV 1990

005 DJ WIZ KID: HORIZONS III TOP 40 DEC 1990

006 DJ WIZ KID: FIRE IN THE DESERT MIDDLE EAST JAN 1991

007 DJ WIZ KID: SLAM RIP RELEASE FEB 1991

008 DJ WIZ KID: HORIZONS IV TOP 40 MAR 1991

009 DJ WIZ KID: LEGACY RANT MAR 1991

010 DJ WIZ KID: DANCE FLOOR EXPRESS DANCE MIX APR 1991

011 DJ WIZ KID: B**CH MINI PROMO RAP APR 1991

012 DJ WIZ KID: REBEL WITH A CAUSE RAP/ RANT JUN 1991

GEN 2

CPR# ARTIST: TITLE GENRE RELEASE DATE

013 DJ WIZ KID: WAVEFORM NEW WAVE JUL 1991

014 DJ WIZ KID: BACK TO THE STREETS RAP JUL 1991

015 DJ WIZ KID: VISION COMMERCIAL AUG 1991

016 DJ WIZ KID: PARTY ZONE DANCE MIX SEPT 1991

017 DJ P. J. : DANCE MIX I DANCE MIX SEPT 1991

018 DJ WIZ KID: B: THE MAJOR REALEASE RAP/ RIP OCT 1991

019 DJ WIZ KID/ FOXX: EAT ME, B**CH RAP NOV 1991

020 DJ WIZ KID: WAVEFORM 2 TOP 40/ RIP DEC 1991

021 DJ FOXX: SMOOTH LOVE LOVE MAR 1992

GEOMEDIA PRODUCTION ERA (1994-1999)

GEN 3

CPR# ARTIST: TITLE THEME PRODUCTION

022 DJ FRONTIER/ CRICKET: FUTURA FUTURIST JUN 1994

023 DJ FRONTIER: PARTY ZONE 2 DANCE MIX JUL 1994

024 DJ FRONTIER: HORIZONS RMX PAST/ FUTURE JUN 1995

025 DJ FRONTIER: WAVEFORM 3 BEACH JUL 1995

026 DJ FRONTIER: REBELLION HEAVY METAL JUL 1995

027 DJ FRONTIER: PARTY ZONE 3 DANCE MIX OCT 1995

028 DJ FRONTIER: GENERATION SCI-FI FEB 1996

029 DJ FRONTIER: FUTURA 2 FUTURIST APR 1996

030 DJ FRONTIER: URBAN COWBOY COUNTRY FEB 1996

031 DJ FRONTIER: AURORA NEW AGE DEC 1996

032 DJ FRONTIER: PARTY ZONE 4 DANCE MIX JUL 1996

033 DJ FRONTIER: PARTY ZONE RMX DANCE REMIX 1997/ 1998

END OF LINE

PLANNED (May be done as GEN 5 DPR's):

034 OMEGA TEAM: DAYTONA SPRING BREAK 1998

035 OMEGA TEAM: RUSH HOUR RADIO PARODY 1998

036 DJ FRONTIER: SILVERTREE (SK) ESPIONAGE 1998

037 DJ FRONTIER: CLUB ZERO RED (SK) FUTURE CLUB 1998

038 DJ FRONTIER: CLUB ZERO GREEN (SK) FUTURE CLUB 1998

039 DJ FRONTIER: CLUB ZERO BLUE (SK) FUTURE CLUB 1998

040 DJ SIREN/ FRONTIER: OZONE MEDITATION 1998

041 DJ FRONTIER: MAKO DATING 1998

042 DJ FRONTIER: WAVEFORM RMX BEACH JAM 1998

043 DJ FRONTIER: REGENCY CRUISERS 98' CRUISING 1998

045 DJ FRONTIER: RESOLUTION NEW YEARS DANCE MIX 1998

046 OMEGA TEAM: B2 RIOT PARODY 1999

047 OMEGA TEAM: RADIO CITY RADIO PARODY 1999

048 OMEGA TEAM: MIDNIGHT RADIO PARODY 1999

049 DJ FRONTIER: FUTURA RMX FUTURIST MIX 1999

050 DJ FRONTIER/ SHY/ SIREN: FUTURA 3 FUTURIST 1999

With the GEN 5 Digital Program Releases, I was going to reboot the entire program line, making new programs with old titles possible. I just decided not to do that. I have new properties in the works, and if I want to make a new addition to an old property, I will give it a proper name. For example, the last Party Zone was Party Zone 4 (not counting Party Zone RMX, which came out later toward the end of GEN 3, and was a remix of the first and the second Party Zone). The next in the line would be Party Zone 5. Other possibilities, recognizing the older programs, would be Waveform 4, Futura 3, Generation 2, Aurora 2, etc (keep in mind that I am giving examples here and none of these, with the possible exceptions of Party Zone 5 and Generation 2, are confirmed with being in the works. I am not even sure about the other two at this time, although I would love to see a Party Zone 5. A Generation 2 would be interesting, too, and I could think of some cool things that I could do with Futura 3.
All that I know is that digital distribution and my event planning company dominating the event market could drive a fanbase thousands of times greater that anything seen before, and this is why I am looking into moving forward with the production line.
My new film series, Frontier Vision (which will be found at FrontierVision.Com) will be another factor driving the fanbase of the upcoming DPR's. Ah, yes, there will be a video program series, too, but it is too early to talk about it.
DJ Frontier is back. My DJ web site, DjFrontier.Com, which will tie into Frontier Vision, will be up this fall.
With this said, I have thousands of CD's to convert to MP3's. Converting my library will take several months, and I will have to build a new computer for the music files.
This takes time. Progress is being made.

Sunday, May 4, 2008 - 1:00 AM - C. A. Passinault Official Blog Entry

Leaping Weeping Lizard

It's been a while. Again. I've been so busy the past month or so that I am a month behind on two, or maybe three, different things.
At least I got the Tampa Film Blog and the Tampa Photography Blog up to speed. Regarding my Tampa Photography Blog, it is about to be split into two different photography-relevant blogs, and both will be interconnected. By late May, all three blogs will be complete web sites, with all of their sections up.
My Tampa Photography Blog has even booked me several shoots this year. I made a good amount there. I may be on to something by using my opinions as a marketing tool. It is working.
Since I last posted, I've updated over 20 web sites. The casual web visitor may have to scrutinize some of those sites to notice the changes, but the changes have been significant. I had to change a lot of links and a lot of code. I am almost caught up, and then the next phase of my overall agenda can commence. It's been seven years in the making, people, and progress is being made.
My friend Ann Poonkasem, who is presently Ms. Gasparilla, was on FOX 13's Lightning Round on April 24, promoting my site Tampa Bay Modeling and her web site. Will there be more models making television appearances? Yes. Keep an eye on all of Tampa's television stations for upcoming appearances. While I would like to be able to claim the credit for some of this, I must point out that all of my model friends are more than capable of doing these things on their own. Did I teach them how to? I may be able to disclose that answer one day soon.
While thinking of Ann and performing as an entertainer on the stage, I am reminded that I am on a diet. Yes, I have no choice but to watch what I eat as a get in shape to return to my entertainment roots. You see, later this year, I am returning to acting and DJ'ing. I may even return to singing.
I've been cast in a new kind of television series as the lead and the subject, and everything will be in place by this summer. Expect to see my return in front of the camera by fall. This is why I must get in shape. I am not that bad out of shape, however, and merely need to lose a few pounds and tone up. The exercise has already been there the past few years, and it was needed to offset my lifestyle where I ate whatever I wanted to. My exercise-filled life has kept my weight steady, and I haven't gained any weight while eating just about everything. Mmmmmmm...... I am going to miss eating whatever I want to. Which reminds me of to remind you all to watch serving sizes on those labels. Some labels are misleading. Take Blast O' Butter Pop Corn, for example. The label claims that it has 20% of the recommended daily intake of fat, which is high, but acceptable. I became slightly pissed the other night when I prepared two bags of that popcorn and read the label. What's that? 3 SERVINGS per BAG?!?! The 20% becomes 60%, and I just lost a little of my life by consuming 120% of fat in one sitting!!!!!! What the hell do they expect- pop a bag and save the rest? Anyone want stale, cold popcorn? Maybe it is for party planners who have friends share their bags of popcorn. Jesus, I swear- consumers need to boycott asshole companies who mislead their customers through questionable labeling! 1 bag of popcorn should equal 1 serving, but they know that no one would buy it if they made the ACTUAL FAT CONTENT obvious. Just be honest and put 60% fat on each bag, will you? I love this world. Business should not get away with using shady labeling, and yet they do. We all need to pay closer attention to nutrition labels from now on.
Anyone want a case of Blast O' Butter? I bought it in bulk, and can no longer eat any of it.
Anyway, going back to film projects, I will also be producing some web series and short films, but more about that soon.
I have to go soon. I need to go to the studio, take a nice hot shower, and curl up to the main computer with a tall cold glass of choco milk while a listen to some techno dance mixes. It will be a nice night spent updating web sites and uploading this blog entry.
On a sad note, something happened on Thursday, April 24, which still upsets me. I was cruising north on I-75 near Brandon that night in my sportscar, doing around 70, and noticed something flapping on my windshield. I thought that it was a large leaf or something like that, but when I finally saw what it really was it was too late.
A few weeks ago, I was taking a shower and noticed a small Gecko lizard in my shower curtain. I finished my shower, got dressed, and caught him. I released him outside the studio. A week later. I found a huge Gecko lizard in my bathroom cabinet, just a few feet from where I found the first one. This one was a beautiful, full grown specimen. I caught him, he hissed / growled (!!!) at me, and I released him outside the studio in an area close to where my car is parked. I figured that I did a good thing by releasing this beautiful animal in the wild instead of making a pet of him.
Well, that's what is was. I tend to walk a lot, and sometimes don't use my car for a day at a time. My Gecko made is way to my dormant sportscar one night and made a home just below by sleek windshield.
The flapping leaf turned out to be the long tail of my Gecko. He slipped up my windshield, and as I realized that a beautiful lizard was clinging for dear life on my windshield he became fully caught in the high-speed slipstream of air and blew off into the center median of the Interstate. His chance of survival was slim to none, and a result of my actions a lizard died. I swear that I saw terror in those magnificent eyes just before he tumbled off into the wake of my car.
Next time I will consider where I release animals before I do so. Maybe I will build a lizard terrarium so I can keep them safe. I really do feel bad about what happened. I don't like hurting anything.
Kind of hard to believe if you knew how aggressive I can be about business.

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