Do It Again

Lots of people keep asking me how you can get DO IT AGAIN on DVD. Easy. Write Ray Davies and ask him to allow us to pay for the licensing of his music for our film. I know I’ve said this a lot. But I figure the question keeps coming so why not ask again.

I think Konk would be the place to write. Here’s a link with a mailing address.

Frankly, I’m okay if DO IT AGAIN doesn’t come out on DVD. I loved making this film, the festival experience and showing it on PBS. Since we finished, I’ve had a new baby, embarked on a new project and continued writing for The Boston Globe, a paper I continue to appreciate. So it’s fine if DO IT AGAIN stays in my private collection.

But if you want a copy – and I’m not looking to make money off it, just sell it to offset production costs – tell Ray!

When do you stop? It’s a question we ask so many times of bands and athletes and even ourselves as we approach retirement age. Brian Wilson asked it when he was making Smile and let his masterpiece sit for 45 years. Ricky Williams asked it when he appeared perfectly able to go another three seasons. The Rolling Stones, we could argue, should be asking it more. I’m glad Grace Paley and Kurt Vonnegut never seemed to ask it or at least take the idea too seriously.

I ask this, naturally, in relation to Do It Again. Obviously, I decided to stop pushing Ray and Dave to give it another go. But what about the movie?

See, I keep getting flooded with DVD requests. As in… “I live in [insert state/country] and really want to see Do It Again. Is it out on DVD?” Naturally, for each of these folks, I have to say no. Never mind positive reviews, our strong festival run or the PBS deal. We can’t release our film on iTunes or DVD or any other format. Not until Ray Davies, the creator of all songs that inspire and drive our film, grants us permission.

Meanwhile, this exists.

I know. We were warned from the start. Remember the words of Kinks scholar Doug Hinman. “Ray never cooperates with anybody.” [Now cue echo and Geoff, nodding and rubbing chin with pensive look.) As some of you know, I tend to be pretty stubborn so, for more than two years now, I’ve continued chasing. I’ve let Ray I don’t need to make a penny. I offered him an ownership percentage of the film even though he was about as helpful during the process as Madonna.

Still, nothing. Every once in a while there’s a glimmer of hope. Like the episode right before Thanksgiving, during which Ray actually requested a disc and I thought I might be able to meet with him in Boston. Instead, I spent the night handing out buttons, sitting up in the balcony and then nursing a mediocre drink while my family slept and I waited to hear about whether Frank could squeeze me backstage. You know how that story ended.

So where do we go from here? Is it worth even trying? Should I stop trying to be professional and sell bootleg DVDs out of my El Camino?

The reality is, I’m pretty busy. The baby’s approaching two. Lila and I have a fabulous time fake-battling over what songs should go on her iPod. (No LMFO… Nine-year-olds can’t have songs with “sexy” in the title!) She wrote a story the other day that was nothing short of poetry. I’ve got a 20 mile race in 10 days, a book I’m contemplating writing, plenty at the Globe to keep me busy and another top-secret project in the offing. And Carlene and I have big plans for 2012. She’s been helping create a school paper and we’re likely heading to the Middle East again, which is always inspiring.

Then I think of this eccentric, brilliant, tortured artist approaching 70, his multiple families splintered, his heart unsure of what to do next, his resistance to the outside world as strong as ever, and I get back to the question. When do you stop? Perhaps it’s time to let Ray go and pack up my hard-drives and call it a day.

Maybe that Julien Temple film we’ve been promised for years will finally arrive. Maybe Bobcat can pull off “Schoolboys.”

I know one thing about Do It Again. We finished it and it’s been seen by thousands of people. In a few years, when we’re all older and the e-mails have stopped flooding my in-box, I’ll forget about all the business mumbo-jumbo and just enjoy it for what it is. We can pop DIA into a player, gather the family, and watch this nutty movie in which crazy Dad somehow got Sting, Zooey Deschanel and Dave Davies to play a song with him.

Tonight, we’ve got an important broadcast on Philadelphia’s WHYY. Watch it, tell your friends to watch it and then write into the network and tell them how much you loved the film. (Those of you who don’t love DO IT AGAIN, send me that note… I’ll make sure it gets to, ahem, the proper authorities.)

Thanks to the good folks at the Philadelphia Inquirer, today’s broadcast comes with quite a nice preview. Oregon PBS plays us Jan. 1 and we’re still waiting for word on our broadcast date for Hawaii, though it seems likely for mid-January.

The latest Dave interview tells us that there could be a reunion, provided it only requires Ray and Dave to hang out for an hour. In other words, don’t count on it. I know these stories periodically emerge and I try to ignore most of them. But why not float Dave’s quote out there: “I love my brother, I just can’t stand to be with him.”

So we’re getting down to the wire. And if you know the rules of Kickstarter, you know that unless we reach our goal, we lose all of the money pledged so far. That means I need to raise about $1,300 in the next 49 hours. Or else the $1,700 already pledges goes bye-bye.

Can it be done? Of course. But we need your help.

http://www.kickstarter.com/projects/775822192/bringing-do-it-again-our-kinks-film-to-tv

You’ve seen the rewards section. If there’s anything else you’d like that’s not listed there, let me know. Everything is for sale at this point!

Need some motivation? Here’s a sneak look at our ad for tomorrow’s screening.

Sometime this fall, a group of PBS stations will roll out our 60-minute version of DO IT AGAIN. Here’s the tease that will be used to plug the program.

So wouldn’t you know… we need your help again! DO IT AGAIN – I’ve taken to caps locking it because that’s what industry folks seem to do – is now being offered for syndication by American Public Television. Eight markets have picked us up. But a couple of other big ones – Philadelphia and Chicago – want to but say they can’t afford to pay for the broadcast fee. If you care about getting programs on the air that don’t involve Regis or obese people forced to weep as they step on scales or Travis Tritt, we are calling on you. Philly, for example, would show DO IT AGAIN if we can get 20 folks to sign on as patrons of WHYY for $100 each. I’m sure Chicago would do the same. And what can I do to make the idea more enticing? We’ll offer you DIA merch for signing up with the stations. I’ll also offer to call you, at your convenience, and talk to you about the Kinks, the making of this film, the Red Sox rotation, anything and everything. Because as you might guess, it means a lot to me to get this film seen widely. Want to help? Write me at gedgers@mac.com and we can start chatting.

No need to bury the lead here. We’ve received our first wave of commitments for the one-hour, Public Broadcasting Service version of DO IT AGAIN. It’s an exciting group of stations in eight markets: Boston, Austin, Atlanta, Connecticut, Wichita, Oregon, Louisiana and Hawaii. I expect it’ll be shown sometime in the fall. We’d love to add more stations. The challenge, for affiliates, is paying the syndication fee to show DO IT AGAIN. A bunch of programmers let us know they’d love to buy in, but there simply isn’t money available for syndication. That means you should continue writing, begging, and pleading for DO IT AGAIN. And here’s an idea: Make a pledge promise contingent on their picking up the program. In some cases, their broadcast fee is as little as $500.

I’d also suggest that fans of the film let Ray Davies know they would love to be able to buy a DVD or see the longer version of the film on European, commercial cable or in movie theaters. Ray is an immensely busy guy. He’s programming festivals, overseeing reissue campaigns, executive producing films, teaching and writing his own music. As far as we know, he hasn’t watched DO IT AGAIN yet, as much as I’ve been begging and nagging him to. For us to move forward on anything beyond public television, we need his thumbs up.

But even if we don’t get it, we’re so thrilled to be coming to these PBS markets. It’s now been just over three years since Rob and I started filming with a couple of college kids, a single camera and not a single person committed to appearing in our doc. So much has happened. And I, for one, could never have imagined we would end up with a nationally broadcast fim.

And as I’ve said so many times, there is no way we could have made it without your support. Through Kickstarter, through poster and t-shirt donations, through private parties held to raise money, through an unexpected check slipped to me at a party or after a festival screening… That cash made DO IT AGAIN possible. Many of you will realize how much we remember your help when the credits roll sometime this fall and you see your name flash across the tv screen.

It’s a thrilling time to be a Kinks fan. Fantastic reissues. Meltdown. And a few weeks of a truce – or at least silence – from Ray and Dave, raising at least the specter of two brothers reuniting in one way or another to celebrate the brilliant music they created together.

For those of you eager to see “Do It Again” now that our film festival run is over, there is good news. American Public Television, which distributes programming to PBS station across the country, has agreed to take us on. That’s why we’ve been so busy. Rob and assistant editor Missy turned our 85-minute festival into a (cuss-free) hour-long version. We did this in anticipation of our big day. That day has arrived.

Later today, APT hosts its closed-circuit “offer” broadcast for the roughly 175 public stations in the world. Some programmers will watch this teleconference live. Others will tape and watch it later.

What hangs in the balance? For “Do It Again,” it’s the very chance to be seen on TV. We’re no lock. We have to get a number of PBS stations to sign on for the terms of our APT deal to kick in. How many? It’s hard to tell. Bigger stations are weighed more, money-wise, than smaller ones. But everybody counts.

Our hero, as of now, is a man named Eric Luskin. He’s the vice president of syndication and premium service for APT and the guy making our pitch. Eric has decades of experience in public television, several Emmys to his name and knows how to make a sale. For our purposes, we’re pleased to know he plays bass and saw the Kinks in Philadelphia in the ‘90s.

So what can you do to help? We’re told that a respectful note to your local public television station can make a difference. Tell them you heard that “Do It Again” is available and, as a fan of that era of music, the Kinks, and the film if you’ve seen it, you would love to see it shown locally. Most of these stations have a viewer services department that can be called or e-mailed. Sending a personal letter, not an e-mail, to a programmer might also be a cool idea. So few people take the time to actually send letters these days.

We should know by early May whether we’ve been successful. And “Do It Again” could be shown on TV as early as July. Sitting here tonight, a good part of me has no idea whether we’ll be successful and reach the right folks at PBS. But I also can’t help but think of just how lucky we’ve been so far, how resourceful and passionate our fans have been, and how impossible it is to imagine this train grounding to a halt when we’re so close to being seen by a wider audience.

It’s hard to know where to start our thank you. I came to Wichita for the first time in October. I found a small but growing film festival run by passionate, organized, fun people. I found a city that’s not so sure of itself but, if it were to step back, might find it has quite a bit going on. And I found an audience that loved our film, laughed at the right parts and gave us the kind of feedback we needed to realize that “Do It Again” would play well outside London, New York and Boston.

And that was before Tallgrass and Go Wichita!, sparked in part by the viral spread of my travel story, cooked up an innovative and inspiring plan to bring us back. That return came last week, as my family and I were flown to town, put up at the Courtyard Marriott Old Town, treated to the most delicious doughnuts we’ve ever had, bundt cakes, a special dinner, and a glorious, post-screening breakfast (and daily root beers) at the Tasty. Friday night, we showed “Do It Again” at the Orpheum, raising enough money to pay a chunk of our TV cut budget.

So today, when editor Missy called to ask about credits as she was making a final pass, I told her of a few folks to slice off the list and a couple of important entries to add. We’re going to thank the “Community of Wichita” and the Tallgrass Film Festival in those credits. And if I had more space, I’d thank, by name, Ann Keefer, Lela Meadow-Conner, Nick “Help!” Pope, Arietta Austin, Gretchen Mitchell, Mike Marlett, Shan Jabara, Marta McKim, Stephanie Galicia, Kathy Schlegel Deane, Jedd Beaudoin, Kari Schmidt, Marcia Scurfield, Jeff Emerson, Francine Fairweather…. I could go on. Wait. I will. I should thank Mary Turner for finding us Saturday night at Watermark Books without a ride and promptly popping us into her Scion for a return to the Doughnut Whole. Or Mark, in town visiting his cardiologist, who met us at the screening, took us to the zoo the next morning and hung with us all day. I could go on and on and on.

But I better stop. Because we’ve got an edit to finish. Rob tells me I’ve got to watch the 57-minute cut he’s created and, that, of course, we can’t add anything in. I’ve got to negotiate with National for a reasonable sound mix fee. And I’ve got to pop a couple of envelopes in the mail to the E & O dudes to make sure we can get our insurance policy in place before long. That’s the business side. I can’t imagine Carlene, Lila and I (Calvin gets a pass, he probably won’t remember much about the week) will ever forget the warmth and hospitality and just the chance to watch “Do It Again” one more time on that big screen. We may not be back for a while, but I’d like to think we’ve taken a bit of Wichita back home to Boston.

So with love and continued admiration, I say…

Thank you Wichita and if you visit Boston and need a place to stay, we’ve got a full second bathroom, and a futon on the third floor…

Geoff