Eclectic Drama and Music Delight

Ernesto DiRuggiero aka Finn Bridges

Finn Bridges striking a pose with electric guitar on a slide at a neighborhood playground.

Finn Bridges dials in newest form of music into Computer Editing Software and comes out with dynamic fresh beats

CLEVELAND — Finn Bridges, otherwise known as Ernesto DiRuggiero, can twist reality and transport you to a new environment — all with his music. A rather boisterous artist working out of a homemade studio in his basement, Finn Bridges is all about assimilating natural tones and voices into a menagerie of distorted sounds or only what I can describe as  tones in purgatory.

CLICK ON THE FOLLOWING LINK TO HEAR FINN BRIDGES ON THE BRONSON SHOW The Bronson Show #11 – A Walk on the Eclectic Side… with music artist Finn Bridges

With his mysterious sound effects and hypnotic beats, Cleveland-area music artist Finn Bridges takes us on a “wicked-righteous” tour in the eclectic world of his mind via sound distortion, maimed beats and creative voice caricatures. For the first time ever, The Bronson Show features all original music from one artist.

Gathering ideas from a well-rounded list of mainstream musical artists, Bridges enjoys being creative with music and sounds to enable himself and the listener of his tunes to make a metaphysical transformation with mind and spirit in a “wicked-righteous” way.

Using the GarageBand software for the Apple Mac computer, Bridges uses techniques such as waving his microphone next to the speaker while recording to produce an effect that makes music sound like distortion in a long tunnel.

An self-described eclectic artist, Bridges is anxious to promote his music to the vast population worldwide, and he hopes listeners on this blog will take the time to comment on his Facebook site.

This episode of The Bronson Show delves into the mind of Finn Bridges, and brings forth mostly all his originally composed music in this 30-minute episode. Also heard, is Insane Clown Posse’s “Dead Body Man,” as one of Bridges favorite musician band.

CLICK HERE to access Ernesto’s Facebook site.


Happy Easter!

This time is a dichotomy of events in the church. It’s the worst of times; it’s the best of times. The death of an icon, and his resurrection back to life, now a symbol to billions of people. For real? Scholars, anthropoligists and the world have followed this religious sequence for centuries and most are all still studying intricately: what does it all mean? Edifaces in statues. A Holy Grail cup that captured Christ’s blood at his dying breath. Codified laws in religious law books to honor the largest sacriface for man in mankind’s history??

Well, believe it. It’s my own blog, and I’ll assert personal privilege here by saying I’ve grown up in a church setting since I was a kid; I grew up a curious child asking questions; and defying theories that didn’t make sense in factual terms, I believe Christ died for my sins. Easter time is a most solemn and joyous time of Christianity. I use to follow the tradition: get new clothes, head Easter church service and then hunt for Easter eggs — and eat a chocalate bunny.

As a grown up, Easter faded away to important deadlines, grab a drink for Christ’s rebirth of the church, and talk to mom and dad, and other family to say hello. Mother’s and Father’s Day are next… another holiday… RIGHT? or not

2010. My Easter this year is one I haven’t experienced in decades, or perhaps, ever. I remember those days of old tho…

1983. I grew up near Gallup, N.M. I was 7 years old. My father, John, was a recent convert to Protestant Christianity. A Vietnam veteran, a little younger than what I am today.

He woke me up way before the sun came up just about every morning. To give prayer to the east and welcome a new day. The Navajo tradition is to welcome the day with prayer and with corn pollen–our traditional reason of giving thanks for a new day.

But today was Easter… my first sunrise church service. Dawn was breaking in the east, and the cool austere blue colors were intensifying in sky. We arrived at our location about a mile away from our church. The backdrop of this location is, well, think of a 200 foot sheer elevation of red rock wall rising up to the west. Rock climbers try it; if you’re on top, a fall down the sheer rock wall is near certain death.

Fire crackling, coffee bubbling, we we’re led in a service commemorating the reason why we live our life today. Jesus Christ, our Lord and Savior, beat death itself, but why?

Back to 2010. I live in Cleveland, Ohio, now. This past week has been one of the most time of introspect and thoughtful moments at an Easter time than ever before. I’ve celebrated Easter for many years, but this year was different.

I’m away from family and friends in a new landscape… Cleveland. I went to a Catholic church here for Midnight Mass Christmas… it was a chuch called Holy Rosary, in the Little Italy area of Cleveland. I joined their choir to sing. My first performances were for the most solemn celebrations in the Catholic church.

However, I have a good friend Zev in the area who I had an impromptu Sader meal with on Passover. My parents, and my buddy Mike, have been inching toward a Jewish style of worship recently. Having dinner with prayers and reflection of what the Jews’ misfortunes symbolized on a meal that celebrated the Angel of Death’s passover of a first-born was new to me.

Even my soon-to-be home church Calvary Reformed Church had a Passover meal on Thursday with an abbreviated version of the Sader meal brought all of us closer to what Jesus would have felt during his last supper.

Sader and Service of Shadows service at Calvery, Good Friday service at Holy Rosary, and tonight, Saturday, we had Easter Vigil–a celebration of Christ leaving his tomb empty, except his burial cloths neatly folded. No one stole that body. He arose from death.

This meaning instilled in billions of people’s minds. To some it’s a time to be solemn, and to follow thru with rituals, and forget about it until next year. No! This is really a time to reflect on your own death. Not a physical death, but the death of your own self when you renounced a way of sin. And, that you firmly believe that Jesus was killed for you to have eternal life.

Following this intensly to these services and celebrations with these events with new people close to me has really been a new experience. I only hope I can continue these services, these prayers and meditations throughout the year to keep me inspired and committed in the days and months to come.

Behind-the-scenes look at a “MacGruber” filming location

Bronson and Will Forte as MacGruber

Me, Bronson Peshlakai, standing along side with Will Forte, dressed as MacGruber, near a Santa Fe, N.M., filming location.

EDITORS NOTE: This is Part Two of a Two-part series about the upcoming movie “MacGruber” This article, or casual conversation, tells what it was like filming a short part of this movie near Sante Fe, N.M. Part One explained MacGruber’s synopsis and change in release date. That blog entry can be seen below this entry.

By Bronson Peshlakai

SANTE FE, N.M. — The air was crisp on a brisk August morning. I arrived to the historic El Rancho de las Golondrinos, near Sante Fe, to shoot my first feature film. I left home that morning at 2 a.m. to meet a casting call at 6. My first big movie. I walked thru the gates onto the ancient grounds, ready for my big debut…

OK, enough of literary redundant prose.

This is my account of being an extra on the set of “MacGruber.”

So, I arrived on location, not sure what to expect. I kind of aimlessly walked into the historical museum site I was supposed to report to. I went straight toward an RV stand that had spigots sticking out for coffee, orange juice and water. This was the place for me. I custom ordered an omelette, sausage and grits from this RV that was labeled “Hollywood Catering.” I guess this is where I start my journey as an extras cast member. I thought my stomach was full, but it really had butterflies flying around.

It was now 6:45, a full stomach, and I still didn’t know what the hell I was doing, or where to go. Prior to this moment, I thought I had my casting part down, a local Native American pretending to be a Peruvian.

Finally, someone started directing extras to a special area. There were only about 13 of us adult extras, the rest of the people eating breakfast were crew for the movie.

Bronson standing outside dressing room

Bronson Peshlakai in custom as a Peruvian villager standing outside my wardrobe changing room on location.

At last, we all were herded over to a series of RV trailers situated with at least seven doors each; each displaying a yellow star on the door. These were changing quarters for the actors and actresses. After being issued my wardrobe for my part as a Peruvian villager, I stepped into my private quarters to change… private for the next 15 minutes, at least.

Bronson in costume

Just got dressed in Peruvian villager costume and took a picture on cell phone

Wow. Fashion faux pas, or what. Is this what people in Peru dress like? My next stop was makeup. I wasn’t meant to look pretty, so makeup artists dabbed my face with blotches of dark color, like I was smudged up from working on a donkey-driven wagon’s oiled joints. My pristene clothing, that had TJ Maxx and Platos Closet tags, were intentionally scuffed up by special scuffing makeup.

Next was hair. They gobbed on greasy stuff and threw on a hat (fedora) — now, I’m ready for the camera.

Wow. Really?? That’s it? I started walking back to the holding area to wait my next orders. I passed an older man dressed very dapper as an Army General, or something.

The other extras started filing in. We did look quite South American. Most of us were Navajos, Aztecs and Pueblo Natives, dressed as if we just descended from Matchu Pitchu, or something. Frankly, we looked like unauthentic culture vultures of the third kind in an alien world of multiple lighting fixtures the size of 20-gallon fish tanks and thick electrical and camera cords to last a miles.

Courtyard filming location

A crazy look at the courtyard we filmed in

At about 9 a.m., we were led to a historic Spanish architecture stone church, with Adobe style walls forming a courtyard. On the way there I spotted another Army-dressed character puffing away on a cigarette. Was that him? Shorter than I thought, but it was — Ryan Phillippe. Or, Sebastian, as I’ve always type-casted him, from “Cruel Intentions.” The day just got more exciting after seeing one of the big screen names, in his own reality. A person, ready to act.. just smoking a cigarette and prepping himself to be an Army Leiutenant.

Within the stone-clay walls of the church courtyard was a historic village. About five or six portals, or entryways, looked like storefronts, or homes. The “Native Peruvians,” us extra cast members, were scattered about the courtyard. Some sweeping, others carrying about a normal day, like exchanging fruits for gardening tools, or carrying large water jugs. I initially was given the job of sweeping in the corner of the small village. Totally, not noticeable, I thought. So, during rehearsals, or blocking, which meant us trying to make our social interaction in this courtyard as authentic as possible, I ended picking up a basket of fruit and walking across the center courtyard to a merchant on the other side. (No one told me to do this, I just thought… I HATE sweeping!) And, that ended up being my role. Walking from one side of the courtyard to the other… RIGHT DOWN THE CENTER… pass the Main Entrance into our little courtyard.

A screen shot from MacGruber

MacGruber's team ready to take some action

Ryan Phillippe, or as his character is called, Lt. Dixon Piper, and his superior, the “General” drove up to the main village entrance in an old green military Jeep. They walk into the courtyard. Dixon says, “are you sure we can trust this guy,” or something to that effect talking about MacGruber, the MacGyver spoof character. The General says, “he is the best we got.” They pause in the middle of the courtyard. ME, or my village character, then walks right past them carrying some cantelope and other fruit. CUT. The directors (assistand director, the assistant to the assisstant to the director, and the background director) like this blocking for fliming.

Now, two digital cinemagraphic film cameras are shooting this same scene over an over again. I’m the one walking right by Phillippe and the General each and everytime. (I have to be in the movie during this scene.)

The last take of this scene was the SteadiCam film camera walking into the entrance of the courtyard… a “Point Of View” sequence. The extras did as they usually did, except there were no actors, just that one camera that captured us walking about. There I am, front and center walking in the center courtyard and looking toward the entrance at “the intruders into our village” kinda look… My face was like, “who the hell are they”, as I slowed my walk and became guarded. (I should win an emmy for that pose!) LOL

That was the end of most of the scenes I worked on. It was almost noon by this time. It was very interesting to see the FX people lighting smoke containers around the courtyard, to imitate fires, or ovens cooking. The smoke emanated from burning beeswax. Very realistic. It smelled like being incensed in a Catholic Church.

Lunch came next. Cast and crew went back to the holding area to eat. Ryan Phillippe was two people in front of me getting his grub from the buffet line. I wanted to say hello, or something… how lame. He took his food and left for his private trailer anyway. However, I sat next to a stunt double dressed just like MacGruber was, in his religious monk wardrobe.

Later, when filming action went inside the historic church, MacGruber sat meditating; sitting in a lotus position. This is where the stunt double took over and did an instantaneous flip thru the air into a standing position. The director did the take about six times, and the stunt double delivered flawlessly each time. His maneuver elicited applause each time from everyone watching. In the movie, this is where Dixon and the general find MacGruber and ask for his assistance in fighting the bad guy.

Toward the end of filming, around 8 p.m., the sun was going down. The director, Jorma Taccone seemed to be getting all the last minute shooting — making sure nothing was missed with continuity and other elements. Everyone was weary. Ryan Phillippe sat next to me and the other extras cast and we chit-chatted about how this was his first time filming in New Mexico. Cat had my tongue and we couldn’t talk about anything else. (Damn, I know I let people down)

Some overzealous person wearing casual wear and Nikes and sitting in one of about seven director-style chairs with “MacGruber” emblazened across the back, was inviting people over to an Albuquerque bar called Imbibe, located in the Nob Hill district. I thought I kind of recognized this guy, but I couldn’t put my finger on it. Everyone seemed to be taking extra cordialness with him, and accepting his offer, and also making superficial jokes or forced conversation with him. Who was this guy?

When he finally got up to leave, the name “Lorne Michaels” was on the chair. Damn! I thought. I was sitting less than 6 feet away from him (his back toward me), but why didn’t I realize it. And say something. Another lost moment to savor. “Hi Lorne, I love SNL” Geez. What could I have said? It haunts me to this day.

Well. After 13 hours of filming and waiting around, I was exhausted. OH WAIT. I forgot to say, earlier in the day when me and another extras cast member were talking about Phillippe, and his wife Reese Witherspoon, I found out they had split up. Oops. A producer of the film overheard us and outrageously shushed us saying “don’t mention anything about Reese here. It will upset Ryan! No more talking of that, you hear?!” I was like damn, bitch. Seriously. I didn’t know. (Guess I lost the memo on that one.)

The day ended in jubilee. Directors, producers and actors were happy. I was happy I talked with Ryan, for about a minute. I also chatted with Will Forte, and got a picture with him. It’s one of my proudest moments of 2009. Thanks Will. You rock!!!

Background acting for this film was kind of grueling. I wasn’t in too many takes, but damn, it was about 100 degrees. Standing in the hot sun redoing takes and trying not to sweat profusely in restricting polyester clothing was difficult. Ryan Phillippe and the General wore full military dress greens (is that what you call the dress up uniform?) Suit coats, dress shirts and T-shirts, ALL day long. They were also caked with makeup. It seemed like they did not even sweat a bit. Wow. Kudos to them. It brings a whole new meaning to what actors endure in the elements, looking good and making the movie seem somewhat real.

As I close this, I’ve acted in a film in New York before. I had about eight pages of lines, playing a Native American trading post owner. We filmed for 16 hours on just those eight pages. It’s draining! The lights are hot; doing scenes over and over again; and being challenged eached time by the director to be someone else is extremely exhausting.

But, after doing the NYC movie, and MacGruber, PLUS, playing a supporting role in “CTRL+ALT+Delete” for the Pierre, S.D., Players, I love acting! I got the bug in me, and I’m ready for my next role. Bring it on, Hollywood, and move over Adam Beach… the next Native is moving up in the ranks.


(Adam. Put me in touch with your agent…)

Published in: on March 11, 2010 at 4:22 pm  Comments (2)  

Happy New Year

I’ve updated my profile info by stating Happy New Year to all of you, and I hope to have more presence on the Web with my blog and podcasts. I’ll work on developing this blog and integrating the blog with my podcast, or youtube videos. Right now, I’m in Cleveland, Ohio. I plan on taking some interest in local politics here, and should post some thoughts, interviews and photos on this site. So, bear with me as I promise, per my New Year’s Resolution, to be a better and consistent blogger. And, you other there in Bloggo-land, leave comments and things for me. Luv ya all.

Published in: on January 3, 2010 at 2:58 am  Comments (1)  

It’s raining Pus, Hallelujah!

OK, I admit I haven’t posted a blog to here in a long while. But, I felt obliged to share an experience with the world in hopes of helping you out in the future.

The last few weeks I’ve been slowly making my way from the Eastern Seaboard to the Southwest, with plenty of stops along the way. From New York City to Albuquerque, N.M., I drove 3200 miles in a period of two weeks. Whether it be the long days on the road, or whatever. I started to notice a pea-sized lump emanating under my skin near my left inguinal region — upper inside thigh adjacent to my nutsack.

I thought a pimple? Who knows? It could happen, right? As the days progressed, the lump grew to the size of a Robin egg. What the hell, I thought? I’m I getting a hernia?

Five days after its genesis, the lump was now larger than an egg. A bonafide Grade AA Medium F-ing Egg. I was walking bowlegged at this point, with skin chaffing that left a quarter-sized fleshy wound drying in the air. The skin-deep wound still held a pressurized lump of festering pus, but it was not leaking at this point.

It was called a sebacious cyst, likely caused by an ingrown hair that blocked the follicle and caused an infection. Who would have thunk? 1600 miles and nine days earlier, I was listening the the Jason Ellis Show on Sirius Faction, and he had one of his assistants try to gouge a cyst similar to this off his shoulder. Until that point, I never heard of such a thing… and lo and behold, now I have one! WTF!

Now the good part.

When I felt my junk down there, it felt like I had triple testicles. No shit! The climax of this event finally happened on a Sunday afternoon while I sat listening to one of the most glorious piece of music I have ever heard: Ludwig von Beethoven’s Missa Solemnis. During the rigorous and musically tempestic Third Movement of the masterpiece, the pus ballon bursted. Thank God I had swaths of gauze in place, or it would have looked like I pissed and shit diarhhea all over myself at the same time. Seriously, if it didn’t pop by after the concert, my next stop was University Hospital ER.

In hindsight, I felt like I just had a wet dream…. I thought Missa Solemnis, in all its glory, made me splooge my pants. Afterall, the music did move me to teary eyes, shuddering spine and uncontrollable emotion… so I thought it possible…

Nope, it was just my growth — my cyst — rupturing and splooging forth oils, pus, blood and some dark matter. THANKFULLY, I wore extra gauze that day to soak it up.  In retrospect, I should have just brought a heavy days Maxi Pad with Wings (r) and slapped that bitch on there.

Anyway, the pressure was relieved greatly, and I finally could make it to a doctor’s appointment on Monday.

The next day, the doctor injected numbing stuff around the inflammed half-dollar sized deflated fleshy area to numb the area — oh man, that fucking killed!!!  Then he cleaned the wound, pushed more gunk out of the cyst, and stuck a bunch of dressing — which is a 3 mm thin strip of gauze — through the tiny pus hole (the size of the head of a needle) into the breeding chamber of this pustule. He remarked “you’ve got a gaping hole in there.” Hmmm?! Let me stick my pinky up your peehole and see if that’s gaping…

When he bandaged the whole area up, I swear the exam bed and crisp sheet underneath my bottom was soaked with yellow and red liquid with scattered chunky flesh-matter. It looked like someone dumped a quart of Canola Oil on the bed, with meaty aftermath. That’s how much liquid was there….. Because the stirups were still engaged in position, if some random person walked in and saw that junk on the bed, he or she would have thought an abortion was just performed — and the dead embryo was still lying there in effegy.

I had nightmares that night of my left ball rolling out through the hole and me holding it in hand running to the ER.

The next day, I went back to the doc’s office where I did anticipated the removal of gauze from the sweat-gland sized about .5mm wide without local anethetic. I thought I was prepared with 1500 mg of Tylenol. That shit did not help one bit!

As I sat in a supine position, legs spreadeagle… the doc remarked, “ahh, this is going to hurt.”  silence. “I’m so sorry.” Then he ripped the bandage tape off… I yelped. Then thought “that wasn’t so bad. Whew!”

Nope. The next five minutes of my life was probably the most intense pain that I’ve ever felt as he pulled about two feet of sterile dressing that was now gunked with pus, blood and other visceral fluid out of my body through a minuscule hole. I was grunting, gnashing my teeth, clenching my fist — I looked down to see a long strand of the beastly rope in the air; and nearly passed out.

<Massive expletives here>

So, today, the wound has just about stopped draining, but I still have to keep bandage on it. I can probably place a big ass Band-aid on it now.

Well… Time for dinner. Anyone up for Spaghettii or Pus-soaked Fettucine? (Add Parmesan, it’s all the same.)

Note:  Anyone want to see a picture?

Published in: on March 26, 2009 at 7:00 am  Leave a Comment  

New blog

Alright, so it’s slightly crazy that I set up this blog. Call it an eerily whimsical maneuver I suppose, considering it is 3:15 a.m.

After reading my friend Crystal’s blog a few times, I figure what the hell. But, why? First of all, I hate writing editorials for the newspaper I work at, The Capital Journal (Pierre, S.D.). It’s hard to find a piece every other week. The ones I’ve written so far are so trite and just as lame as this posting. But, I figure writing a blog can probably fine tune my editorial writing skills. You think?

So with that, this is my announcement to the world that I intend to write a blog at least once a week… or perhaps if I just need to rant and rave, like Crystal does on hers. Whoa there cowboy!! You know I’m joking Crystal. You always have marvelous content on your blog.

Anyone wanting to read some top-notch stuff visit to read the thoughts of a well-mannered, bright and I’m-not-a-gumshoe-reporter-anymore-cuz-I-don’t-live-in-SouthDakota anymore kinda gal.


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Published in: on February 25, 2008 at 9:07 am  Comments (1)