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Blog started in Jan 2005: 1st entries for Write in Every Genre. Then the REAL ME begins |
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It Hurts When I Stop Talking Sometime in Fall of 1998, when a visit from Dad was infrequent, and primarily at the mercy of his 88 Toyota making the 50 mile journey, I was being treated to lunch. The restaurant was my choice, I think. Sisley Italian Kitchen at the Town Center mall was somewhere my dad had not yet tried, so that was my pick. Either I was being treated to the luxury of lunch and adult conversation without my husband and 5 year old son in tow, or that's just how the moment has lodged in my memory. The more I think about it, they probably were there, but enjoying the Italian food too much to bother interrupting. Daddy and his lady friend at the time, Anne, came up together and made a day of it with me and the family. We were eating together and talking about some of my scripts, stories, coverages, poems and other creative attempts that really were not seeing the light of day. I think I'd just finished a group reading of The Artist's Way and was in a terribly frenetic mood over my writing. I think I'd just given them an entire rundown on a speculative Star Trek script. My Dad asked me point blank, “Why don’t you write it?? Anne agreed. It sure sounded like I wanted to write it. Why wasn't I writing seriously? It's what I'd set out to do when earning my college degree in Broadcasting many years earlier. Heck, I should, I agreed non-verbally. “I will.” But, I didn’t. Blogs can be wild, unpredictable storehouses of moments, tangents, creative dervishes, if you will. I'm getting a firmer handle on my creative cycle. My mental compost heap (which is a catch phrase from Natalie Goldman or Julia Cameron - I can't think which, right now) finally seems to be allowing a fairly regular seepage of by-products. That may be a gross analogy, but I give myself credit to categorize my work in raw terms. It proves that I'm not so much the procrastinating perfectionist that I once was. Still, I always seem to need prompts and motivation. Being a self-starter is the next step. My attempt to keep up in the Write in Every Genre Contest at the beginning of the year seemed like a perfect point to launch the blog. |
The Soundtrack of my Life I used to regale all the adults in my sphere of influence while having a pre-teen/teen existence (circa Summer of 1977 through 1978, then 1980, then 1983...) with my vast knowledge and enjoyment of all things Star Wars. That includes the 1978 Star Wars Christmas Special, my friends...you realize it was to my child eyes what MTV's Liquid Television would be to my college-weary eyes). Evidence that I am a media glutton, but have reached (possibly) a moderated appetite, presented itself to me in 2019 as the Star Wars movie arc concluded, and I firmly waved off on the offering of The Mandalorian as obligatory after-dinner mint. But, also growing up in the age of Spielberg and John Williams collaborations, my love of film composers is great, and I'm always willing to hear what other composers create in that broad sea for recorded media. I must also tell of the many hours I spent in a 7-11 convenience store that for several key years had an arcade console housing Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom video game. For hours, whether someone was playing in that corner or not, it would chirp out the quite jaunty, Slave Theme by John Williams. It worked quite well for priming the player, or potential player of the game, as the main task was climbing ladders, evading Thugee guards, and freeing multitudinous slave children from individual cages within an underground cavern in India. I shouldn't complain, I could leave the store at my leisure, it was my then-boyfriend who had to hear it beckoning in the background for eight straight hours, since he worked the night shift. It's easy to identify -- the brain needs no greasing to pull that diddy to the forefront. Come to the recent day I decide to at least peek into the world of The Madalorian. Already aware the composer for the theme is a young, slightly electronica-influenced composer named Ludwig Göransson, so I don't expect John Williams. And yet, as the theme begins to swell, I am drawn back to that endless staccato video game loop version that John Williams, himself, probably has never heard play. Now, I'm not creating that actual sense of it for you, except to counter with a cello cover of The Mandalorian agaist John Williams' own Boston Pops rendition. Let me know if you detect what I do? Or maybe I just primed myself to be a hater in this instance. (And don't get me wrong, the music is fantastic, just what it cues in my brain is disorienting). Main Theme, The Mandalorian composed by Ludwig Göransson performed here by Nicholas Yee et al Slave Theme by John Williams |
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