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What’s Cooler Than Cold?

Still Wondering “What’s a Podcast?” Look No Further

He Loves Us, He Loves Us Not…

What’s Cooler Than Cold?

Still Wondering “What’s a Podcast?” Look No Further

This week, host Leigh Ann Jernigan (the scantily-clad one; in reality, she’s quite modest, as are the other sexy babes in my Hollywood scene) is interviewing Juanelle Walker , of Talent Trek, a casting agency in Knoxville. The shoots, which began in late February, have been held at other bars and restaurants and have featured local sound guru Seva , as well as filmmakers Tony Corapi , Dario Gildrie and Keith McDaniel . Running the operation is Michael Samstag , a filmmaker with credits on the first three Harry Potter s and Van Helsing , among others, who recently moved here from Florida, where he had been filming his feature War & Truth . “

[The idea of Knoxville Films] really came out of a drunken dinner party,” explains Samstag. “We were watching a podcast of Tiki Bar and we were like, ‘we should do that!’ Then we decided it would be beneficial to all of Knoxville, rather than just drunken silliness, to feature local places and artists. We have so many talented people in this area and we want to get everyone involved. We really want this to be a mentoring program to students that want some hands-on experience as well.” Though “Dinner For 2” does have a sophisticated bent, it’s still all about the party. Urging Jernigan to ante up at the bar, Samstag says, “Alcohol is our key; we just want it to be loose and friendly.”

Check out this week’s podcast to get insight on why Walker, Samstag and others hope Tennessee adopts a new tax incentive package to attract more feature flicks to film here. Or show up to be part of the live audience at the Northshore Brasserie next Monday, featuring glass artist Richard Jolley . Set-up is at 6 p.m. and filming starts at 7:30. The first round’s on you.

He Loves Us, He Loves Us Not…

Thank god for fickle constitutions. This time around, Tweedy was all sweetness and light—praising the Tennessee Theatre, threatening to hug the entire audience, and vowing to return with swiftness. As per tradition, he called out the few sitters he could spot, but cordially excused himself as “a dick” shortly thereafter. What a gentleman.

And, lest you write Tweedy’s newfound giddiness off on happy pills, MP can confidently report that, having witnessed a significantly less enthusiastic Wilco in Jacksonville, Fla., just the week before (inspired by a significantly lamer audience), he really, truly likes us. ‘Cause we rock, yeah.