Suffice to say, a lot of laughs were shared during the making of this film clip.
Az here with this trip down memory lane.
The whole concept for this video was the vision of our music producer and ex-Unpaid Debt guitarist Tim Walter. He had just done a promotional DVD piece of work for a comedian named Thomas Bromhead at the same time as producing the CD that this song was featured on and had the wild idea that the two sides should team up for something funny.
Tim even thought out the structure of the clip: a seedy guy sprays whipped cream on himself at home and then goes out for a night on the town to terrorize people with whipped cream.
He pitched it to me during a studio visit and that he thought he could get Thomas to agree to do the clip for a reasonable fee. I had nothing to lose by letting this idea play itself out and Thomas said yes. I put down the cash and we were cooking with gas.
The first half of the clip was filmed in the rental home of former guitarist Chris Reed in Sydney’s eastern suburbs. We laid down heaps of tarps, put on a BBQ and invited heaps of people over to watch the filming. We laughed our arses off.
The second half of the clip was filmed at Home Nightclub in Sydney’s Darling Harbour. A week earlier, I had done the owner a favour by playing guitar alongside some DJ from Sweden who was doing a techno cover of Nirvana‘s Smells Like Teen Spirit at 4:30am on a Saturday night/Sunday morning. The whole crowd was on pills and wouldn’t have even noticed I was there.
So we got full use of the club for free on a Monday night – and with security there at the club’s expense. This was the day after the house filming and was also my 26th birthday that day. The members of Major Keg gave me a blow up penis for my birthday and I did all of the band filming scenes with that thing stuffed down my pants – not that you can tell in this clip – but it was one of those things that was funny to the people that were there.
The Ebolagoldfish twins Andy and Gav McDougall also made a guest appearance as the fake security guards – Gav smacking Thomas Bromhead on the arse wasn’t in the script but all involved enjoyed it so it stayed in the scene.
The two hot girls being sprayed with whipped cream were the girlfriends of the other two band members – what, you thought those wusses were going to use any other females on the planet for what we had planned?
Oh – I almost forgot the star of the clip: the blow up doll! We bought that for $100 from a sex shop in Canberra whilst on tour a few weeks earlier. I’m the one who volunteered to do the walk of shame to the counter to pay for it whilst the others stood there cackling like little school girls. Good times.
…and that’s about the summary of it. The funniest part of all in this clip is that Major Keg appear in this clip more than My Name Is John does – absolute camera whores and shocking for a bunch of guys who have the perfect faces for radio work.
This song had over 100,000 plays on MySpace and was finally banned by the since unloved social media service right around the time of the band’s breakup in 2009. A full three years later. Good work guys.