The Amazing Flying Zoo

Shooting a Naked Sessions with @toddiangoldstein for his band...

Fri, 08 Mar 2013 17:32:07 -0500

Shooting a Naked Sessions with @toddiangoldstein for his band Arms!

moviescans: A Clockwork Orange(1971)

Wed, 03 Oct 2012 16:57:21 -0400

moviescans:

A Clockwork Orange(1971)

This is the cover for my fake band The Amazing Flying...

Tue, 14 Aug 2012 23:41:00 -0400

This is the cover for my fake band The Amazing Flying Zoo’s EP coming November titled “Let’s do it for science!” I’m going to use this blog for that from here on so promptly unfollow it now. Save yourself while you still can. I’ll be releasing one video per song on www.youtube.com/theamazingflyingzoo so hold on to your hats!

Have a nice day

-Brandon Blane Jerard Morabito the first

hollyjo: this is just a photo of brandon before he got so drunk...

Fri, 10 Aug 2012 01:21:16 -0400

hollyjo:

this is just a photo of brandon before he got so drunk and apologized a lot and then we filmed jayce playing songs at Valentine’s and then jayce was so drunk and apologized a lot and then i drove jayce’s mom’s car home from albany full of the drunk boys and apologies and everyone thought i hated them but really it is just that the brakes in jayce’s mom’s car give me anxiety.

This picture is of the most insane I have ever been in my life. I was so incredibly weird and depressed that whole year (couldn’t even properly dress myself/looked like a wreck constantly) but doing things like this gave me a lot of life. And I’ve been that way since. Going on the road filming across the country and having adventures every night truly made me happy again. I’m really damned lucky to have gotten to experience it all. Sometimes I find it hard to believe I’ve lived through all the various memories I have of my life. Like It’s all been some sort of action film and I’m going to walk out of the theater when the house lights come on and return to my normal suburban family for dinner. It’s nice to have reminders like this, that yes; it really did go about that way.

Off peak

Thu, 09 Aug 2012 23:52:00 -0400

I met a girl on the train
who said “I don’t have many nice things, I don’t have many friends, but I have God in my life. And that keeps me going.”

And it made me sad.
So I told her “That’s really beautiful”

When she reached her stop I knew that I would probably never see her again.
And I hoped no one was mean to her that day.
or the next day.

And if by some chance we ever rode the train again, I could cheer her up.
Even just a little.

And that someone like me
wouldn’t tell her

“I don’t think he’s real”

mattmarino: tonight myself and my good pal branman (no relation...

Sat, 28 Jul 2012 12:41:34 -0400

mattmarino:

tonight myself and my good pal branman (no relation to batman) …went down to brooklyn for a comedy farewell extravaganza for my friend who is moving…. after after that thinngs got weird… traveled to ~~china town~~ times square and begain to bond with people… we asked a man a important question… he was giving away free advice…then wedecided to give away free compliments, I was pleased to make many people smile…. other carboard sign peeps wanted to see the magic of the sign…free… anyway then we met a group of awesome Irish people and two Westpoint cadets… the cadets sure loved America and were really nice… and the irish people just wanted to partayyy… so after a brief stint at the local bar i had to bid farwell the last train was leaving it was a made dash, I bumpedc into a drunken man at the bar and was frighented but then we shook hands… oh well back in the goodold town… branmans still following the rainboww… *Wink( WHOAEEYWHOA) well i felt like blog cause all you care… and then I dound this little beverage.. HUZZAH… oh and a hobo hugged me but i’m to tired to shower

Always very real.

Sat, 21 Jul 2012 01:12:00 -0400

The sharks, the raw uncontained brutality of man. Switchblades, the hot smell of blood and pavement. The instant bruise. The tenderness of a black eye. The hit, the swelling, the tears which flood one’s vision. The greens and ocean blues of flickering neon lights. Of a hideous shiner.

All of these things…they seem real to me.

But then there’s the soft petal of leaves on the lake. The smell of quiet country roads. The cold of autumn in it’s first few breaths. Your warm skin, your hair around my eyes when our lips move close.

The ghosts of youth always seem to haunt when you’re alone.

Find something that works.

Tue, 17 Jul 2012 23:40:00 -0400

It took me a while to figure this out, I thought I would share it.

It’s not as simple as it sounds, there’s a lot of moments where you’ll realize you’re all alone, thinking “how in the hell did this all happen”. When everything wonderful in your life seems like its gone out the window. I think everyone has been through it.

To put it simply.

If you can no longer write, paint.

If you can no longer act, sing.

If you can no longer dance, love.

And one day, it will all come back to you.

Fun Fact: See that little dark colored square? Not many people...

Sat, 23 Jun 2012 11:56:05 -0400

Fun Fact: See that little dark colored square? Not many people know this but that used to be the color of Grand Central before the cleaning of the ceiling and marble returned the station to its original luster. That little square is the only spot left as a reminder of how dirty the station used to be. Now you know!

Photo

Tue, 12 Jun 2012 13:29:00 -0400

On Concept Underground being dead

Tue, 22 May 2012 01:17:45 -0400

I feel like I should give a good answer instead of blowing off the question, not because it’s a heavy subject; but because I’m tired of talking about it, and surprisingly a lot of people have asked me about it. Mega weird!

When I was fifteen I wore high socks and converse to school, I dressed mainly in black Atticus or Macbeth t shirts and painted my nails black with sharpie marker. I hung out on rooftops of schools and office buildings, toyed with bass, got terrible grades and wrote equally terrible poetry about girls who didn’t like me. But within all of this, I had a bunch of friends who wanted to go into film like me, and we started making videos.

I am currently going to college at SUNY Purchase, I do very well in my studies now. And believe it or not I try to dress neat and wear pants when I can. I spent the last year touring around the country filming with some of my best friends, and all in all, grew up quite a bit along the way.

And it’s funny how when you’re a kid, certain things can seem like the most important things in the world to you, and that in the moment when everything feels so beautiful you can’t ever really see how things could change in your life. But what’s wonderful about growing up is you learn to see beauty in the change. In the change you can’t really help, even the change in waking up one day and everything and everyone being completely different.

CU has been an incredibly huge part of growing up for me. It’s seen me through some of the hardest times and some of the greatest. Many, many great times. The opportunities we’ve been allowed because of it have changed who I am as a person as well as a filmmaker. But looking at it now, It’s been foremost a learning experience. And a stepping stone to greater things in my life.

I am incredibly grateful of everyone who has helped us and cared about us in these last few years. You’ve all brightened up my life, and helped us step into the future.

So what’s next? Well a lot of things, I’m working to get my degree in New Media and we have a brand new project starting up in mid June with a few of my best friends. I’m very, very excited for it. I’ll probably start doing more video jobs come fall, and I’m moving to New York in August. Regardless of all of this, I hope to keep learning and making videos until whenever death catches up to me.

So, I’m very excited about the future

Let’s not talk about this again.

With Love, Brandon

Ladies and gentlemen I present to you the first and probably...

Fri, 11 May 2012 09:54:00 -0400

Ladies and gentlemen I present to you the first and probably only addition of “Bachelor Pad”. A trashy low grade web comic I made for class about living like a cool guy in the big city.

Jenny, between cigarettes

Thu, 03 May 2012 16:03:00 -0400

There are spaces on the street which exist for a few hours every night.

Fleeting places under neon signs. with neon hearts. neon women with crooked grins. Shining, smiling, razor wire teeth.

They can be anything they want to be.

Farming isn't everything. You've got to live before you die.

Thu, 03 May 2012 13:05:00 -0400

Being in a relationship is similar to being a farmer. The farmer is content with working his land, cultivating it, allowing it to grow. After all, it’s his job. There are hard times. Often, there is no rain. Through thick and thin the farmer persists, and if he is lucky (as some farmers are) he’s left with enough food to survive on his plot. Enough to sustain his happy farm family… maybe even a few chickens here or there.

Being single?

Being single is like being a hunter gatherer. There are long periods of starvation. Sometimes you go to bed hungry. Sometimes, you find yourself chasing after wooly mammoths for weeks; only to discover they fell into some sort of ice cavern. Forever out of your reach for at least a few thousand years. It’s a cruel, cold world out there, and you’ve got no jacket.

But other times,

other, extraordinary times.

You catch three saber toothed tigers in one night.

And you’re fuller, living, breathing, fuller.

than that farmer

could ever be.

(And it can’t hurt to mention that modern agricultural practices are bad for your health)