While we were getting ready to shoot the outdoor sequences in a field next to a country road somewhere upstate, some cops pulled up and surrounded me, thinking, evidently, I was an escapee from a local mental institution. I wasn't carrying anything, and all I was wearing was a hospital gown. There was, in fact, a mental institution nearby. Clay was gathering his equipment at the car and didn't see the cops, and the cops didn't see him until I yelled for him. I remember how awkward and puzzled the cops looked while Clay was trying to explain to them it was for a music video. It took awhile before they bought it. Man, the things we go through in this biz.
The MODA gang.....Woo hoo!