Sitting on the computer listening to the “French Cafe” channel on Pandora it dawned on me what I need, a full orchestra and a composer. Here’s why. I would always know what to do, be motivated to do it, and I think it would be funny.
You see the news has been sickening. And crazy as this is going to sound I do NOT live in a Disney Princess movie, meaning, well, there is not a fairy godmother zippity do dahing all over the place over here. The positive spin is not always so easy to do. However, I could achieve this positive spin ever so much easier if I had a full orchestra narrating my day. When you watch a movie the soundtrack is the backbone of what you are suppose to feel. Think Chariots of Fire. That music is so uplifting I could even run fast and far. Commonplace activities could somehow become epic. Mission Impossible? Oh yes I can make that deadline. Mad dash out the door? No problem here, I’ve got snare drum and a flute accompaniment.
It would be like having a body guard too. Afraid to go in the water? Not if you get a head’s up from John Williams (Jaws). Thinking about going into the boiler room at night? What’s the music telling you? How about taking a shower at a creepy motel? Oh wait, is that a screechy violin? See this is really working.
And then there is, well, in the immortal words of John Mayer: By the time I recognize this moment, this moment will be gone. Not if I have my full orchestra and composer. A film’s soundtrack (and I wiki-quote) is comprised of cues which are timed to begin and end at specific points during the film in order to enhance the drama and the emotional impact. I would never miss a moment. Orchestra swells and, well, no lack of moment recognition here. I’m really trying to come up with examples from movies. I’m stuck. Just watch one. There are a lot.
So say you are sitting typing on your laptop at the dining room table. Pretty boring, right? Wait–that’s what I am doing. Not when the french cafe channel is on (imagine if the music were live). I’m in France. I’m in Paris. It’s the 1920’s.
I’m dressed like Daisy from the Great Gatsby.
I’m out on the town. In Paris.
Maybe Woody Allen is there?
An orchestra, a composer and my own director?
Wanted: Full Orchestra, Composer, and Director. Enough said.
Now things are getting interesting…