December 19th, 2016

I listen

The right song in the right place

There's a subtle art to choosing the right songs for a film or TV soundtrack. Not that it seems subtle the umpteenth time a film plays "Sympathy for the Devil."* The goal often is to find songs that maybe not everyone knows or remembers, but which work in unexpected and subtle ways. That's hard to do, as a song's narrative could conflict with the film or show's narrative. A drama like Brokeback Mountain wouldn't and shouldn't have songs like, say, The Bloodhound Gang's "The Bad Touch." Watchmen's use of "Hallelujah" by Leonard Cohen is a famously bad example, trying to add dramatic weight to a sex scene that the scene can't quite support. Yes, the filmmakers could have chosen better.

Subtle is possible. Even when it doesn't seem subtle, like the "Awesome Mix" of songs from the first Guardians of the Galaxy**, it still can be: those songs tell you a lot about Peter Quill's relationship with his mother, and how they both probably liked certain songs without quite listening to all the lyrics.

I'm writing this because I keep wondering how a film could use this.

Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds' "The Mercy Seat." A song about a man getting executed in the electric chair. Explicitly about it. And the song sounds huge. The song's drama would most likely overwhelm any scene's drama. How to avoid that?

Go in a comedy direction. Have a montage of characters listening on headphones to songs to get them to relax. Someone's listening to "Here Comes the Sun"; someone else is listening to Pachelbel's "Canon"; someone else is listening to "The Mercy Seat."

I like that image.

* One time it wasn't: the film version of Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas doesn't use that song, even though Hunter S. Thompson mentioned "Sympathy for the Devil" when the book opens. The filmmakers decided it was too slow for the specific kind of energy they wanted in the scene. "Combination of the Two" by Big Brother and the Holding Company, with vocals by Janis Joplin, did have the right energy. In fact, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas has a really well-chosen soundtrack, in case you've never heard it.

** I'm fond of that blog entry. *nods*

Cleaning into my past

This afternoon's been a cleaning afternoon. Recycling's picked up tomorrow, so that's good motivation; so is having just too much stuff. My bedroom, desk, CD racks and closet are all now incrementally neater and better organized, and LOTS of paper is in a bin at the curb.

I also found random pages I'd saved from my day planners, which I started using in 1996 because my then-girlfriend Alicia gave me an extra Franklin planner she had. I'd saved a page or two from all the way back in '97 (noting a job interview at a newspaper in Tillamook, OR, on the Coast); another page from mid-last decade noted a couple of Portland addresses where my dad's mom, my Grandma Jean, grew up. (One house is still standing; another that was downtown was long ago torn down.)

Some of the planner pages were from right after 9/11.

I was taking notes about how my family and friends (all unhurt and nowhere near the Pentagon) were coping during the aftermath. Lots of calls; as far as I know, the only time I had trouble getting on the phone with anyone was Tuesday the 11th, and I did eventually get through to my brother in Northern Virginia. Fifteen years ago. Whoa. Long and short times, at the same time. And I was at a remove from the attack. (I knew fewer people in and around New York then than I know now.)

Like all of us, I had loads on my mind that week. Including, maybe not surprisingly, phrasing that I thought was worth saving. Randomly written on one of those pages: "An apple: Hand-held health."

I'm saving some of those pages, still, along with plenty of other things. I hope I've better organized stuff now.