What Did You Come Into The Desert To See?

Welcome to Witt and Wittier Films

By: Victor Quinton & Wilbur Witt

There is a new wind blowing out of Austin. A Christian, Republican wind. It’s not Woke, but it’ll sure wake some people up! It is the product of a couple of guys from, of all places, Killeen High School, who combined their efforts, and experience to form a Multi-Media company called Witt and Wittier Productions. Each brought their particular expertise to the table. The philosophy was not so much to stand against anything, but to stand for so much more! To stand for you! The American people.

It began with a book. An unfinished book. As Wilbur Witt lay dying in the Wellington Hospital two years ago a song came on the radio. John Fogarty singing his song Someday Never Comes. All day long after that the song stuck in his head. The story of a coming of age, a baby born, divorce and a bitter promise that you can struggle all your life, but Someday Never Comes! Always just beyond the horizon. And a story came to his mind. The story of a teenage girl caught in a place called The Wellington. She escapes, and embarks on the adventure of a lifetime. . . with the Angel Gabriel, across America to wind up in Utah on a mountain announcing the Second Coming!

But he had to wait. First, he had to live. Then he had to learn to walk again. Then he, himself had to escape The Wellington where he’d been left to die. A virus with an added benefit of pneumonia had robbed him of his legs. He had to get out of where he was, get to Salt Lake to find a girl. Then get to Nashville. And he had to bring that little girl with him, in his heart.

But the Prince of this world gave the two guys from Austin a full helping of every obstacle known to man. From COVID to crooked banks. Each time they moved forward they were slapped two steps back. By all means the vision from the Wellington in Temple, Texas must be stopped because if it wasn’t it wound signal the end of the Woke madness that had engulfed America.

It began with the start of the book, Someday. Wilbur never expected the idea to go anywhere. After driving a UHaul truck alone from Salt Lake to Nashville, he’d decided that at seventy years old it was time to sit on a porch, overlooking a Tennessee lake, and wait to die. He had nothing left. Sure, he was writing another book, but he’d written five, and he was not writing on it, he was writing at it! The little girl was in his head, but after a year of COVID confusion it looked like that’s where she would stay. He was all in, and it was fast coming to a time when the the song he’d heard at the Wellington would be his epitaph. Someday for him would indeed never come! But, Vic Quinton did! As Wilbur sat on that porch overlooking Lake Barkley his lifetime friend and partner insisted that he call Vic in Austin.

He was against it. Years before he’d been with Vic in a garage studio in Harker Heights, Texas. Vic was recording Christian music, and Wilbur, well Wilbur was not! After years of trying to out write Willie Nelson Wilbur turned to country comedy . . . with a flair. A flair that would make a Rapper blush with shame. And Wilbur’s records sold. Well, they didn’t actually sell, they proliferated. Wilbur’s little observations of life didn’t go to the radio, but they went everywhere else! And, to his chagrin they were still there . . . on iTunes, Amazon, and anywhere else musical comedy could be found.

Meanwhile Vic was moving forward. Writing the right songs, meeting the right people, and following the guiding light he’d found years ago. He learned to record, produce, and promote. He had a flair for the technical and used it. There wasn’t much technical back in those days. Remember, they I were both cutting records in a garage. Vic wrote civilized, well measured works while Wilbur recorded anything that would fly in a Biker Bar. And they’d drifted apart over the years. Why would he call Vic?

But, he did. And Vic was waiting for the call. Is that spooky or what? During the call Wilbur decided to send Vic what he had on the book SomeDay. Heck! It wasn’t going anywhere. Unbeknownst to Wilbur, Vic was looking for a change of direction. Both he and Wilbur had the same problem. The publishing industry is full of twists and turns all designed to keep you from publishing. Both guys had written fairly successful books, and surprisingly they were Christian books! Go figure! But their books eventually fell on rocky ground. Their talent and what they’d learned didn’t. Wilbur could always turn a phrase, and Vic could always sell it!

Suddenly there was a screen play. And Vic, being Vic submitted the work to various film festivals. . . around the world. No one took notice. And then they did! And the little girl was laughing.

If you will notice the awards are not for Someday, but for Gabe. In Tennessee a lady, Missy, gave them the idea of going with that name. Missy is a doctor but you will meet her. She’s graciously agreed to play Nurse Reynolds in the movie Gabe.

Vic and Wilbur didn’t start with the idea of developing an enterprise out of Austin. They started with a simple concept of getting paid for what they did. They didn’t demand much. You can buy a lot of tacos with a small check from Hollywood. At their age it was all about leaving something for the kids. The list of something has now grown to incorporated, copyrighted properties with names like Gabe, Kialia, CigarBox, and Carley with additional Christian works and music designed to lure young people away from the lies of media to the Truth! Addressing life with the Gospel, no matter how hard that life may be.

Somewhere in the Wasatch Mountains waits a little girl. She’s been waiting for a while. She was there when Vic and Wilbur were in that studio in Harker Heights. She was waiting when they were living through the pandemic. She waits now. And when they finally meet her she will ask What did you come into the desert to see?