You give, you get.

T-shirts – we’ve got small, medium and a few large left – are available as an award. They are supremely rare and very cool.

Posters are dropping in price as we head to the finish line, either $60 (12 by 18) or full-size for $180.

We’ve also got the Mike Gent record, which you can listen to, in part, below. If you buy the record but don’t want to play it – the 45 is collectible, after all – I’ll zap you the MP3’s so you can load Victoria and Big Sky onto your iTunes.

To those who have given, thank you. It makes a huge difference. To those who can spare $5, $10, $7,849… We appreciate even the smallest donation to our noble quest.

And I promise: No more begging after this!

You might think, “Hey Geoff, isn’t the movie done and playing in film festivals. And hasn’t everybody already been generous enough?” And I’d say, “True and true, but that doesn’t mean I’m done.”

Here are two examples: We were so pleased to be invited to show the film at the Reykjavik International Film Festival later in the year. But then, after chatting with one of the staffers there, I learned that we need to send a PAL formatted tape. We only have the NTSC format. That means heading over to National Boston today and paying them to dub a PAL tape. That’s $320. See, money!

(As you probably figured, even when we sell out a 1,000 seat hall, we don’t get paid. The film festival gets the cash, as it should… Those festivals are run on a shoe-string by dedicated people working way too many hours.)

Same goes for our screening in New Orleans in October. We’re thrilled to be showing the film there and wouldn’t consider pulling out. But they want the film transferred as a data file and sent on a hard-drive. Hence, I’ve got to buy another hard-drive.

I know, this couldn’t me a more boring blog entry. Who wants to hear about PAL and NTSC and data files, etc.? I don’t. Which is why you should help me reach my Kickstarter goal. Then I promise… I’ll shut up and talk Kinks!

We’ve applied to festivals in Norway, Italy, Chile, Spain, Canada, Mexico… I could go on. We’ve been accepted into a slew. Sometimes, it’s hard to keep up.

For now, I’ll just tell you about a bunch of screenings. We play the Rhode Island International Film Festival on August 13, Big Bear Lake International (in California) and the Chicago International Movies & Music Festival in September, The Tacoma Film Festival, New Orleans Film Festival, Sound Unseen Minneapolis and the Royal Flush Festival (in New York City) in October and the Northwest Film Forum (in Seattle!) in November.

What else? We’re working on Austin and a bunch of other places and we hope, by the end of the year, we’re able to bring the film to you.

I always bring an extra tape. If you’re a producer, that’s your responsibility. You never know when a tape will fail or be lost or fall into a bowl of steaming Velveeta. Naturally, the first time I forgot to bring a tape was last Thursday for our Los Angeles festival premiere. Guess what? It was also the first time the tape I mailed for the screening couldn’t be found.

That’s right. Around 6:30 p.m. – or an hour and a half before our sold-out screening – I stood with director Allison Anders, who runs the “Don’t Knock the Rock” festival with daughter Tiffany, and Hadrian, the man in charge of the Silent Movie Theatre, wondering how to resolve the fact that we didn’t have a copy of “Do It Again” in the house.

No need to panic. I called my friend Jeremy and editor Brad, who I knew had DVDs at the respective homes. Allison sent her boyfriend Terry (of Gun Club!) back to her place. We retrieved our back-up screeners (which I had also neglected to bring) and readied for our screening.

Funny thing is, Allison and I looked totally calm.

See. Here we are after she handed me $400 to reimburse my plane ticket.

Quick summary: The screening could not have gone more wonderfully.

Now the account. The morning started beautifully with a generous post on the LA Times Pop & Hiss blog.

Later that day, Allison greeted me on the sidewalk with a big hug, which made me not feel at all nervous around a big time director. Kinks tunes were already playing in the theater and DJ Howie Pyro, with his fantastically cheesy orchestrated version of “You Really Got Me,” was setting up. As 8 p.m. neared, a steady stream of my kind of celebrities came to the theater. Wondermints Nick Walusko and Darian Sahanaja, both who also play with Brian Wilson. Dave Jenkins, of the Dave Davies band. Artist Shepard Fairey. Musician/radiohead “Mighty” Manfred Jones. My former Spin editor Tracey Pepper. And Shel Talmy, the super-producer responsible for everything Kinks through “Something Else” and a slew of other (“My Generation” and “Makin’ Time”) revolutionary rock songs.

Then, there was The Marquis, as in Michael Des Barres. At 62, he remains a masterful front man, both sex symbol and ham. This is the dude who led Power Station at Live Aid, played Murdoc in MacGyver and, from what I’ve heard, turned down a chance to replace Freddie Mercury in Queen.

Check him out.

The Marquis knows how to work a crowd. He also knows his rock. When I told the audience that Talmy was sitting in the crowd, Des Barres didn’t miss a beat.

“So did Jimmy Page play on that song?” he hollered into the dark. Talmy replied, “no,” once again dispelling one of rock’s great myths.

All the while, a photographer, who gave off that Kathleen-Quinlan-in-“The Doors” vibe (slightly crazy, slightly sleazy, slightly artistic), was snapping shots. Turns out, she crashed the party and, for some odd reason, grew mucho testy when we refused to dip into our, er, bottomless budget to pay for her shots. (I emailed an offer for a poster and plug for a few photos to post on Facebook and got the following reply: “I have plenty of publicity and my clients are worldwide … I have a family to feed too.”)

Thankfully, Marianne and Todd were there. They brought their cameras.

To start the proceedings, Los Angeles City Councilman Paul Koretz presented a certificate marking the adjournment of the council in honor of Pete Quaife. His office would send it to Pete’s fiancé, Elisabeth, the next day.

“Usually, we do that in honor of great civic activists or famous Los Angeles individuals like UCLA coach John Wooden who just passed away,” he said, explaining why the LA City Council adjourned for the man we knew as “Crutch.” “But I thought because of the huge impact that Peter and the Kinks have made on people all around the world whose lives have been touched like mine has that we really needed to acknowledge him and the Kinks.”

“I don’t think we Kinks fans are necessarily better than other people but I certainly think our music is for sure,” Koretz said.

Next, the film.

I had already decided not to watch. I’ve seen “Do It Again” about 30 times now. Nothing against the movie, but I know what happens. My plan was to hang near the food truck, consume some BBQ and take in the warm, LA night. My plans changed as I watched the first scene.

I realized that this was the perfect audience. They got every joke, even those that we had determined through multiple screenings were too obscure. I mean, they laughed when our two-second freeze on a drunk Paul Weller flashed on the screen, a shot that normally passes too quickly to make much of an impression. I realized that about 73 percent of the room had, like me, e-mailed the pic to friends after the press got hold of the shots of one of Weller’s less impressive nights on the town.

“It’s going over well,” Albert Berger, the producer of, among other films, “Cold Mountain,” “Election” and “Little Miss Sunshine,” assured me when I bumped into him in the back.

The audience seemed happy, cheering after the film ended. I was particularly pleased to get a big hug of congratulations from Marianne Spellman, a writer and Kinks fan who I admire. I also know, from some harsh and honest critiques of previous cuts, that Marianne is not an easy sell. If she didn’t like “Do It Again,” she would have told me.

And the Marquis welcomed me to the front by yelling: “How big is his fucking balls? How big is his balls?”

His first query was also choice. “I just think this is the most extraordinary and confident man who would attempt to put the notorious assassins of rock back together. What were you thinking?”

There were lots of other questions. What did Dave say? Will this ever come out on DVD? What did you learn? Then, we had a quick intermission, and a special show of rare Kinks clips curated by Dr. Charles Beardsley kept the night going.

There was something charming about that part of the night. It felt like being at a sleepover when I was kid, chomping down Pop Rocks and huddling around a TV to watch Friday Night Videos. There were young Ray, Dave, Pete and Mick goofing around as they did the lip synch to “Wonderboy.” As always, I was just sorry the night had to end.

Allison Anders sent along some pretty heart-warming news.

It turns out Los Angeles City Councilman Paul Koretz is a huge Kinks fan. So on July 2, Koretz adjourned the LA City Council’s session in honor of Peter Quaife.

Thursday night, at the Silent Movie Theater, Koretz will be letting our audience see this document of adjournment before sending it off to Elisabeth, Pete’s fiance, in Denmark.

Here’s what the certificate looks like:

In reality, each of these moments could be re-experienced with little trouble. All you needed was a few days off from work, some wheels and tickets to the next show. That’s not the case with the Muswell Hillbillies, a band formed exclusively to play the 1971 Kinks record of the same name.

I feel pretty confident telling you that the group’s Aug. 1 gig at B.B. King’s in New York might be one of their last.

That’s because they’re not a normal band. They’re led by Dave Simons, a geezer like me, and his Kinks compatriots drummer Dave Sokol and guitarist Bill Howard. But they’re also made up of a group of kids from a high school, Hopkins Academy: Trumpeters Nate Aldrich and Chris Leveille, saxophonists Hayden Durand and Michael Leveille, and trombonist Emily Eagan. She’s 16.

In other words, this a band built to break-up. These kids gotta go to college!

Quick back-story of how I met the Hillbillies. Dave heard about “Do It Again.” He lives out in Western Massachusetts and told me about his kooky idea, to form a band to perform, in its entirety, “Muswell Hillbillies.”

I considered asking why. I love the songs “Muswell Hillbilly” and “20th Century Man,” on the record but something about the LP has always seemed too samey to me. “Muswell” certainly couldn’t stand up to my big five: “Face to Face,” “Something Else by the Kinks,” “The Kinks are the Village Green Preservation Society,” “Arthur (And the Decline and the Fall of the British Empire),” and “Lola Versus Powerman and the Moneygoround, Part One.”

But I did find Dave’s idea intriguing. Somehow, it seemed cosmically aligned with my bizarre mission. I also knew I had an important screening coming up at the Independent Film Festival Boston. I had hoped to find a band to play our after party. Dave’s price was right. Would the band be good? Dave e-mailed me a recording of his group playing “Waterloo Sunset.” It sounded decent, but I know it’s easy to manipulate a recording. I had to bring in the Hillbillies based on faith.

The good news is that there was really nothing to worry about. You’ve got the mustached Simons, in his ‘50s, serving as lead singer and Kinks ambassador. You’ve got Howard, his next door neighbor, channelling Dave Davies with his gritty, spot-on guitar work and then there’s Dave Skelly, a 2006 Hopkins graduate who plays multiple instruments and sings backup.

Considering how dysfunctional the Kinks proper are, I also kind of like the family connections, with Dave’s wife, Paula, singing backup and his son, Jack, playing bass.

But let’s get back to the point. The point is that I’ve seen these guys twice, at the Boston party and a few weeks later at the Iron Horse in Northampton. For me, they’ve brought an underappreciated record to life. They’ve also gotten much tighter than the first show. “Do It Again” – and please find me another band that covers that song – was a bit ragged in Boston. It came alive in Northampton. So did “Victoria” and “Waterloo Sunset” and Sokol’s vocal turn on “I’m Not Like Everybody Else.” Sitting there, I felt as if I were at a celebration, a concert and a family sing-along.

Don’t believe me? Head to B.B. King’s and hear for yourself.

That was typical. He was always upfront and never mopey about his health problems. That translated into his drawings. I mean, tell me somebody else capable of making cartoons about dialysis that are actually funny.

I’ll let the music historians talk about Peter Quaife, original bass player of the Kinks. Let’s just remember for a moment that Pete played on “You Really Got Me,” “Sunny Afternoon” and, of course, he plucked out the most important bass line of my life, the descending notes marking the start of “Waterloo Sunset.” All that even though Pete, or Crutch as so many people knew him, stopped playing in the Kinks more than 40 years ago.

I first e-mailed Pete two years ago as I started work on “Do It Again.” Back then, I was naive enough at that point to think there was an actual chance of bringing together the original four members. (I still count Mick as an original member, despite Bobby Graham’s role.) What struck me the most about those early conversations is that Pete really didn’t seem to care all that much about reuniting. I’m so used to people in Pete’s position desperate for a payday and an ego stroke. Not Pete. He made it clear, early on, that he was happy where he was, overlooking the sea in Denmark.

Several times, he reminded me he wasn’t interested in strapping his bass back on. The closest he came to sounding amenable to a reunion was in December of 2008. Pete wrote about “debating heavily with myself about rejoining the Kinks. Ray certainly wants  to do it and I assume that Dave, too, wants to. But the real bugger is my health. Its been pretty crappy the past few days and I am scared that it might surface again in London. If it did I wouldn’t be able to do a thing!”

In the end, Pete stated in an A & E biography that he wouldn’t want to rejoin the band. He also released a statement confirming that thought on Dave Emlen’s site.

Still, I kept in touch. Why wouldn’t I? Pete was hilarious. I recorded three interview conversations over the phone with him over the last two years. I’m glad I saved those. I was also impressed by his incredible generosity.

One example: In the quest for material for “Do It Again,” I stumbled upon a DVD labelled “Pete Quaife’s Home Movies.” An American fan had sent it my way during my search for footage. I wrote Pete about the movies. “I ‘lost’ that particular bunch of home movies whilst I was living in Canada,” he wrote. “And now they have turned up! I have been going frantic trying to find them and, at last, someone has them in his possession.”

In many cases, I’d imagine somebody in Pete’s position would demand the disc be returned and that I turn in the supplier. Perhaps a legal threat would come. That wasn’t Pete’s style. He asked nicely if I could burn him a copy and said he’d be glad to let me use the material in “Do It Again.” He said he’d appreciate I pay him to license it but he didn’t tell me how much to pay, just an amount I found fair.

So that last time we talked was around February. I had sent Pete a DVD of the film and I returned from lunch to find a voice mail on my machine. “Brilliant,” he shouted, and continued to rave. I called him back because, well, Pete Quaife had told me my movie was brilliant. I needed to hear more. We talked about my trying to get the film into the fantastic CPH:DOX festival in Copenhagen later in the year and having Pete come as the guest of honor. We talked about Dave, who had recently had to postpone his spring tour. Pete was concerned about Dave and we both talked of how we hoped Dave might feel well enough to travel soon.

Then he asked me kindly if I might send one of Dave Plunkert’s posters in the mail. Pete, an artist himself, really loved it and wanted a copy. Sometimes, I let things slide, procrastinating because there’s so much else to do. I’m glad in this case, I popped the poster in the mail along with a few “Do It Again” buttons. Even if my film never gets out into the real world, I’ll always treasure his rave review.

A final thought… Back to November of 2008. I was heading to London to attend the Kinks Konvention and in my twisted mind, I thought I might be able to manipulate the situation to create a full-scale reunion. Only a few things got in my way. Dave said he was too busy. Ray’s peeps said he’d only come into the Boston Arms if I turned off my cameras. And then Pete. I had offered to fly him in and put him up. But he told me on the phone how fearful he was of traveling and worrying about what might happen were his health to go south.

He wrote:

I am so sorry – I can’t make the trip.
It would appear that I am a living wonder (says the doc) and a trip like that would probably cost me my life.
Apparently, my chemical makeup is completely out of whack and they are very concerned about it. It makes sense when I think about how I am feeling – tired, listless and without any energy at all. I don’t think its going to be long before I will have to do all of my traveling in a wheel chair!
I hope the evening goes well for everyone – even though I don’t think either Ray or Dave will turn up! Tell the fans from me that I will always think about them and thank them for their support throughout the years. Remember, it was them, not us, that made us  what we are.
Now, leave me the f#&-! alone!

With that in mind, I point you – our fans, we hope – to a couple of places in which our reputations could be juiced. (Or perhaps a better word would be “enhanced.”) First, head to IMDB and click into the discussion of “Do It Again,” which is so far limited to a single person calling me annoying. Okay, fair enough. But doesn’t that annoying-thing come with some qualities? Persistence? A love of the American way? A perfectly formed G-chord? I leave it to you to add to the commentary.

Same goes for our primitive Wikipedia entry. How one adds or edits or contributes to Wikipedia remains above my paygrade. But perhaps a loyal DIA viewer can off some deeper thoughts for everybody’s encyclopedia.