Jason Lester, the filmmaker, said it to me like this: "…a gritty, cinematic collage of Americana, debauchery and youth." And I thought, "Yeah, let's make the thing."

My only direction notes were: the 1970s, super 8mm, outsider kids, weirdo art and California. I mean, to me, Beach Slang is a great, big, beautiful mess of trying-to-figure-it-all-out. It is soft and tough. It is cigarettes and flowers.

I don't know. I suppose it looks a whole lot like this.
I hope you dig it.