Инстаграм @timaldengrant Tim Grant
I walked the wrong direction, and prematurely, attempting to get on stage and I looked back trying to figure out how to gracefully get out of my mistake as director Clay Tweel called up Darcell Trotter and I realized no one noticed me because everyone had risen to their feet to cheer Darcell to the stage and then all the work was worth it. Then I took this picture. The premiere and reception for ‘Out of Omaha’ was one of the best nights of my filmmaking life. @outofomahafilm @fireflyinc @dreamville #docnyc @docnycfest
Officially on the way to the fantastic @docnycfest for the premiere of our film ‘Out of Omaha’. 8 years in the making, this film would have never been completed without the commitment, patience, and openness of everyone who appears, especially Darcell and Darrell Trotter. Big thanks to director @claytweel for a job well done and for pulling me into the project (that lead to me moving to L.A.) and to producers @johnny_roads77 and @fireflyinc for all the hard work and many good times. I’m proud and grateful for @dreamville’s involvement and the creativity and collaboration of @scott_lazer. Also big shout out to @feltonamus for beautiful work on the poster. So many people to thank but about to fly in the sky to NY. Hope to see some of you there! #docnyc @outofomahafilm
A few things about my Granny. She was the slowest driver I’ve ever ridden in a car with. She loved cheeseburgers. She was easily surprised, which I took constant advantage of with good results, usually her yelling “Timmy!”, flailing her arms and then bursting out in laughter. She had a unique and pervasive style, something I didn’t appreciated until I came to understand just how hard that is to create for yourself. She wrote to me every month. She did the same for all 11 of her grandkids. I’ve always intended to write her back. I even have a to-do in my app that says “write Granny a letter”. She used powered milk, for some reason. My cousin Johnathan reminded me recently that she made her own cereal for a while in the 90’s. She loved Johnny Cash. She was an amateur photographer and took pictures of everything, not just the pretty moments, or the moments that you’d expect people to take pictures in, but the in-between moments, inarticulate and full of strange details. This picture was taken about a year and a half ago when I went to visit her after a work trip in Atlanta. I only had 45 minutes to spend with her before my flight home and I rushed back to her apartment. She wasn’t there. I looked around and found her getting her hair done. We talked the entire time and the 45 minutes was gone. I told her I had to go and she was truly sad and so was I. I still am. She was a strange bird and entirely herself. She loved us.
After over 80 days away, I’m officially heading home. Here’s hoping Pablo (the dog) has not forgotten me. It’s a real fear of mine.
First international travel in a long time. We had a connection in Paris. Our departing flight to Jordan (where we work for the week) did this perfect circle around the city. I’ve never walked around down there, but from the look of the streets I’m pretty sure I would get lost immediately.
We’re all biased to the people we know and love. But if I’m as objective as possible, trying to separate my opinion from my love and admiration of him, my dad is still one of the most talented and genuine people I’ve ever known. I’ve come to learn first hand through the many stories I listen to on a weekly basis that there’s a shortage of good dads in this world. I’m so fortunate to have one of them. It’s his birthday today. Please enjoy this supercut of my dad, Bill Grant, shredding the guitar as Ben Franklin. Leave a birthday comment and I’ll relay it to him! Full video link in bio if you want to see more of my dad in action.