Ben Barnes and I were super stoked to work with Augmented Reality juggernaut ZAPPAR on these promos for their Bunnymail message service. We wrote, produced, Ben directed and edited (and laughed over takes over and over again). I make a sweet cameo.
And if that weren’t enough, we also ended up writing a sizeable chunk of the Bunnymail lines you can select from to send your Bunnymail.
Check out Zappar here:
Bunnymail is here:
And check out this great article at time.com about the company:
I could bore you with ten pages on my friendship with Sean “Langhorne Slim” Scolnick and how it came about, but I’ll keep it brief and let you check him out.
In 2004 I saw an ad in Maximum Rock’N’Roll for an ep on Narnack with this cover.
Not sure what is says about me that I was so intrigued with this image of a naked young man in a rocking chair, but I like to think the design had more to do with it. Anyway, I knew it was for me so I sought it out. Sure enough, it remains one of my favorite records.
Slim’s email address was listed in the liner notes of this cd. I emailed him to tell him how much I liked it, and he emailed me back. This started a correspondence. Then he came to L.A. with Eugene Mirman and a bunch of stand ups that were doing a tour, and I met him at Spaceland. We chatted before the show. Then he played an amazing, all-too-short set in between all of the comedians on the bill. This was the night I introduced Ben Barnes to Langhorne’s music. He was on board, too.
The next time I went to New York I emailed him to tell him I’d be in town and to see if he was playing while I was there. The brief opening slot at Spaceland was not enough. He invited me to a party in a building in Williamsburg, saying, “I’m playing tomorrow.” He gave me the address. The thing about the word tomorrow is that if you don’t read the email on the day it was sent, it doesn’t mean the same thing. I dragged my wife and our two friends to a weird apartment building in NYC’s city of lost trust fund children. We knocked on the door, and a confused guy we’d woken from a nap answered the door.
“Is there a party tonight?” I asked. “Is Langhorne Slim playing here tonight?” The guy looked confused. “There was a party last night. Some guy with a guitar was playing on the roof. He was pretty good.”
From then on, whenever he came to town I came to the show, and we hung out. Over the years we’ve become friends and I almost never miss it when he comes to town. I’ve seen him so many times now that I usually watch the crowd watching him during his shows. The way he puts smiles on people’s faces is incredible. He’s truly one of the most dynamic performers I’ve ever seen with an amazingly powerful and unique voice.
Here are some videos Ben Barnes shot of him singing in the alley behind The Troubadour on one of his trips through town. The “Whoo!” you hear at the end of Nobody But Me (the song is actually called Boots Boy, but it was brand new then) is me, Langhorne Slim’s Number One Fan.