On a cool September day in 2020, Nathan Apodaca was heading to his job at a potato warehouse in Idaho Falls when his car battery died. Instead of calling it a day, he grabbed his longboard and a sixty-four-ounce bottle of Ocean Spray Cran-Raspberry juice and headed off to work. Along the way, he pulled out his phone and recorded himself cruising down the highway while lip-syncing to Fleetwood Mac’s“Dreams.”
No production meetings.
No script.
Just him being him in the moment.
