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"The human animal is a beast that must die.
If he's got money, he buys and buys and buys
everything he can, in the crazy hope that
one of those things will be life-everlasting,
which it can never be."
—Big Daddy Pollitt
"It's too bad she won't live!
But then again, who does?"
"You don't need anybody
Nobody needs you
Don't cry, old man, don't cry
"We love Nastassja Kinski. She's a gifted actress
and the most beautiful woman in film today."
—Francis Ford Coppola
"I love Billie Holiday. Her music is so soulful and sad.
It's the most beautiful thing I know."
"Love? Don't threaten me with love, baby.
Let's just go walking in the rain."
Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day
Fritter and waste the hours in an offhand way
Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town
Waiting for someone or something to show you the way
Tired of lying in the sunshine staying home to watch the rain
And you are young and life is long and there is time to kill today
And then one day you find ten years have got behind you
No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun
And you run and you run to catch up with the sun, but it's sinking
Racing around to come up behind you again
The sun is the same in a relative way, but you're older
Shorter of breath and one day closer to death
Every year is getting shorter, never seem to find the time
Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines
Hanging on quiet desperation is the English way
The time is gone, the song is over, thought I'd something more to say
“Imagine a puddle waking up one morning and thinking, 'This is an interesting world I find myself in -- an interesting hole I find myself in -- fits me rather neatly, doesn't it? In fact it fits me staggeringly well, must have been made to have me in it!' This is such a powerful idea that as the sun rises in the sky and the air heats up and as, gradually, the puddle gets smaller and smaller, it's still frantically hanging on to the notion that everything's going to be alright, because this world was meant to have him in it, was built to have him in it...so the moment he disappears catches him rather by surprise.” ~Douglas Adams
I had a wonderful time this week in Los Angeles—recording, visiting with friends and enjoying the rainy weather along the coast.
FIRE CITY, the supernatural thriller created by Brian Lubocki & Michael Hayes, is awesome!
I'm sworn to secrecy about the specific actors and certain details, but what I *can* say is this: from concept to script to cast and crew, they're making all the right decisions.
One of those great decisions was selecting the talented film composer Ryan Leach, whose moody and inventive score serves the FIRE CITY narrative beautifully. He pairs ethereal string voicings with menacingly low pedal tones to create a dark aural atmosphere. And at the heart of the work is a series of hauntingly plaintive flugelhorn themes that grow gradually more insistent as rhythmic figures emerge in the orchestration. The effect is hypnotic! Check it out here.
Heartfelt thanks to Mike and Brian for inviting me to play a small part in a big, very cool project. Thanks to you both, and to Pamela and the girls, too for the hospitality. It was a great hang.
FireCity on Facebook:
Why did he love storms, what was the meaning of his excitement when the door sprang open and the rain wind fled rudely up the stairs, why had the simple task, of shutting the windows of an old house seemed fitting and urgent, why did the first watery notes of a storm wind have for him the unmistakable sound of good news, cheer, glad tidings?
~John Cheever, "The Swimmer"