And this is how that same piece ends.
Well, it’s finally happening.
About a year ago, I started working on a choral piece based on the text of The Lord’s Prayer. I posted some early examples here and here. In November, I thought it was finished. Then, I did a composer workshop where actual people sang through it, and ended up throwing out the entire ending, rewriting it from middle section on out.
In January, with the help of Aly and Phil, I wrote a grant proposal to do a demo of the piece, and to use that same recording session to record a tutorial video on how to record this particular kind of composer demo. It got pushed back, and further back, but finally, at last, the day has come.
On Friday, I get to go into a huge studio with a world-class group of singers, the kind who can sight-sing awkard and atonal lines with the same fluidity and accuracy that you’d expect of a real musician (instrumentalists), and we get to record the demo for this thing.
I am more than a little nervous. The singers on the session are guys from the LA Master Chorale, LA Opera, heavy hitters. I am not a conductor, not in anyone’s imagination, but there it is, I’m the only one there to do it.
In large part my anxiety stems from the fact that I care about this piece so much. I’ve invested a year into it, countless hours writing and re-writing, more time than I’ve spent on any piece of music. I think it’s the best work I’ve done as a musician, and for me it represents a way forward from being a gigging keyboard guy to being a legit composer, with commissions and everything. I am deeply invested in the piece, personally and professionally.
The night before the session, I have a 3 hour rehearsal until the wee hours of the morning for yet another LA singer songwriter doing yet another hollywood scenester gig, and the sheer exhausting will probably prevent me from being anywhere close to competent for the actual session. The irony is not lost on me.
For those of you who are into such things, here is the final version of the score.
I’ve been producing wedding videos for about 5 years now. Five years. Whoa. I didn’t even realize just how long I’ve been doing this, until I decided to put together a “Best-Of” Cinematography reel – specifically for wedding work, without the other fluff.
Anyway. Here it is. It’s not often I get to shamelessly promote myself, so I’m jumping in whole-hog. (Pardon the crap-tastic quality of Google Video. A higher-quality Quicktime version is available for viewing on my site)
So last night, Chad, Mike, Rosy, Ben, and Matty came over to my place to play poker. Although the action was still heavy around 12:30AM, I had to kick everyone out because I had an early-morning shoot. I’m producing a reality pilot that focuses around a doctor who’s got a really amazing story and personality, ad we’ve been shooting different segments here and there. I was really vocal about my displeasure of this particular shoot, for several reasons:
1. It involved waking up at 6:30AM – something I don’t do all that often anymore. I am “self-employed”, which loosely translated means, “I wake up at noon”.
2. I had to shoot a surgery.
I just got back from the hospital, and you know what? It wasn’t all that bad! Initially, we were going to be filming a total foot amputation, due to a neglected wound – gangrene had set in, and this was the only option left. Fortunately for the patient, and my stomach, the surgical team determined they could try something less traumatic and save this dudes foot. Don’t ask me what the procedure was. All I know is that it involved removing large amounts of bone from the dudes ankle, and re-arranging a lot of local tissue.
The blood was minimal, surprisingly. I was sort of expecting a cartoonish gush of plasma when the blade opened him up, but the cauterizing knife eliminates a lot of that. The two things that really surprised me, were the smell and the sound. Burning flesh smells like, well, burning flesh. It’s not potpourri. It’s like a mixture of burning tires, hot garbage, and iodine. Wanna know what a bone saw sounds like? It sounds exactly like you’d think it sounds, which is to say it’s The Worst Sound Ever. I really wasn’t prepared for the aural and olfactory assault. I breathed through my mouth, and turned down the headphones as to not puke my guts out.
All in all, still not as bad as I thought it would be. Although, I prefer shooting race cars and rock bands.
Now, back to eating your breakfasts….