My chubby inner fanboy lets out a silent scream as I enter Voodoo Doughnuts. Somewhere c.2007 Anthony Bourdain went to Voodoo at a time in which Doughnuts were hardly “de rigueur.” What is now a hipster delicacy was at the time just another fattening cheat meal in the middle of the Atkins craze.
Two kids sneak up behind our group on bikes and startle us. Immediately they apologize followed by us apologizing. A total of four “I’m sorry’s” in the span of 5 seconds, and so it donned on me — “sorry” in Canada is not actually an apology — it’s a greeting.
Looming over the town of Bedoin in Provence is the pointy black spear that is Mont Ventoux — famed mountain road climb of the Tour de France. What would possess one to cycle up this monstrosity is beyond me, but here I am, suiting up for the ride after a night of possibly drinking too much Chateauneuf du Pape.
This is the unwitting first episode of IPDIT. Many years ago now, we were invited to film some random musical jamming at a Ari Neufeld’s place in rural Canada. What ensued was a harmonious mix of music and one-take filmmaking in a chicken Coop, and IPDIT was born.