Founded in 2008 and based in Atlanta/Newnan, GA (but often traveling around New York and the US west coast/southwest), Corybantes Productions creates documentaries, music videos, public service announcements (PSA's), and independent films.
Much of our work is associated with a community or cause first, particularly to sexual/gender minorities, earth spiritualities, and the intersections between these two. However, we are open to many causes and opportunities, so please feel free to share an idea with us or a piece you've recently produced!
Erika and Semaya, two fabulous ladies participating in activities at Someone Cares R.E.A.L./T program, discuss their college experiences, including a story about an encounter in a college restroom you'll never forget. With Lisa Newson. Videography by Jamie Roberts. Editing by Arianna Sykes
Someone Cares' R.E.A.L./T project wants men and women to develop successful skills to negotiate using a condom before a sexual encounter. Join Simaya and Sean as they get hot and heavy and consider the consequences of using protection. Written by Simaya and Sean. Videography by Jamie Roberts. Music and Direction by Arianna Sykes and Jamie Roberts. Editing by Arianna Sykes.
As i sit here tonight, i can think back to when i was but a child, approximately 4 years old. For Christmas, i got a Snoopy drive-in Fisher- Price movie viewer with a "Snoopy and the Red Baron" cartridge. It had a small bulb that would illuminate the movie on a small drive-in screen, and it drove me just wild. I would sit for house just playing that movie over and over with the little hand crank on the side. Eventually, like most toys, i used it so much the bulb went out and it was set aside and disposed of at some garage sale or other.
The Back Pockets rock the basement at Wonderroot, Atlanta, GA. 12-4-09. Video by Jamie, editing by Arianna Sykes (who is performing here, on percussion and backing vocals)
Em is a cubist Kassandra:
"missythang says you're gonna D I E today"
then
"the stripes on his shirt, well they fell to the dirt where the flowers did grow.
voices like ghosts they flew out from his nose; he stood on his tippy toes...
tooday is the Day...D-I-E!"
