Making a God Damn Movie About Music


The first time I met Jimmy and Billy was three and a half years ago when I was crashing on their urine soaked couch as a good friend of one of their roommates. It was my first-time visiting Los Angeles and I was just taking a vacation from my cubicle job in Denver, seeing the sights and enjoying the commotion. It was a hell of a week, but I had to get back to reality, back to the fourth floor of a high rise in Denver and the little trinket filled box that I called my home for 45 hours a week.   

I was doing what I thought I was supposed to be doing, graduated from college and working my way up the corporate ladder, but something was missing. As the days moved on and grew longer and longer, I could feel a black hole expanding inside of my heart, and knew it was a time for a change. My mind couldn’t escape the strange particular energy about Los Angeles, and in about 3 weeks I decided to quit my job, sell all my shit that I couldn’t fit in my ’99 Ford Ranger, and drive west with the little money I had in my bank account. I’m not the first moron to do this and I sure as hell won’t be the last. 

Once all my money fizzled out on booze and shows at the Echo, I got a decent job in the “music business” as I had planned to do. My boss hired me because I happened to be wearing a New Order t-shirt under my suit and tie and we discussed Factory Records and the Manchester Post-Punk scene for about an hour instead of the qualifications (or lack thereof) that I had for the job. 

Jimmy and Billy quickly became two of my best friends in Los Angeles, and I owe it to them and many others for making my transition to the new big city so easy, as welcoming and awesome as everyone was. Fast forward about a year and I was hanging at their house, or as they call it “The Pool Lodge,” and they brought up the idea for what would become The Unknown Tour. As I’ve done in the past and will continue to do, I trusted my intuition and literally said, “if you guys need me or want me to be a part of this, I’m in.”

Now here I am, quitting an awesome job, co-owner of a 36-foot RV, and about to have the best summer of my life and be the Tour Manager for the best fucking documentary anyone has ever seen. If you would have asked Denver me what I wanted to do when I got to Los Angeles, I imagine my response would have been something like this: “I don’t know, Make a God Damn Movie about Music or something.” Now it’s come to fruition and I can’t wait to hit the road with Jimmy, Billy, and Chris.


William Ferguson