Imaginary imagery
Images that come to mind when I think of the music by the following people:
Schubert - A glass slowly cracking, and a person staring at the crack and smiling obliviously.
Wagner - If a mob/army had a single face, rolling like the tide at the beach.
Balakirev - Frantic and cornered. A person sitting still, sweating, as their eyes shoot back and forth from behind sealed eyelids.
Shostakovich - A David Lynch tour of Europe. Wandering through carnivals that feel peaceful and simultaneously drive you insane.
Beethoven - Things that go on at night. Things that occur in disharmony. Things that are realistic and pertaining to life. A living, breathing night sky built not on the absence of the sun, but on sleep where nobody dreams nightmares or joys, just dreams.
Rachmaninov - If speed had a name and a hammer had a hand, I would think Rachmaninov's pieces would smash a piano to pieces as it did David Helfcott. See the world away. March Slav with teeth and a gun. Somber reconciliation and fugue fueled by anger and power. Getting lost in meditation in the middle of a battlefield.
Tool - Wireframe human being, technology built on humanity built on technology. It is not tragic, dying doing something you love. Images standing in darkness, mystery inspired thought. Small creatures half your size endearing you and whisking you away from the banalities of convetional thought, spirituality, existence. The enlightening without the enlightenment. No answers, just questions and serenity.
Nirvana - Dischord, disharmony, disarray, disdain, discussion. A screaming banshee whose end was almost required, slated, demanded. A tombstone in the middle of Times Square, covered in boss with an "I <3 CARSON DALY" placard draped over the side.
Nine Inch Nails - The kind of love that isn't a fantasy or a farce. The kind of love that begs you to cut your arms open, for losing it would be far worse a fate than losing the life. A man lying on a grave, sobbing and begging to _________ just one more time. We are also what we have lost.
Pink Floyd - Life can be a fantasy novel. Nothing is determined, the history is a part of who we are but is not who we are, and sometimes your mind is your greatest enemy and your best friend. "There's someone in my head, but it's not me."
I'm going to start on another script for a short film in a few minutes... The working title will be called "Just Talking". It's dramatic and probably semi-melodramatic... maybe dark, maybe funny... hopefully surprising.
Schubert - A glass slowly cracking, and a person staring at the crack and smiling obliviously.
Wagner - If a mob/army had a single face, rolling like the tide at the beach.
Balakirev - Frantic and cornered. A person sitting still, sweating, as their eyes shoot back and forth from behind sealed eyelids.
Shostakovich - A David Lynch tour of Europe. Wandering through carnivals that feel peaceful and simultaneously drive you insane.
Beethoven - Things that go on at night. Things that occur in disharmony. Things that are realistic and pertaining to life. A living, breathing night sky built not on the absence of the sun, but on sleep where nobody dreams nightmares or joys, just dreams.
Rachmaninov - If speed had a name and a hammer had a hand, I would think Rachmaninov's pieces would smash a piano to pieces as it did David Helfcott. See the world away. March Slav with teeth and a gun. Somber reconciliation and fugue fueled by anger and power. Getting lost in meditation in the middle of a battlefield.
Tool - Wireframe human being, technology built on humanity built on technology. It is not tragic, dying doing something you love. Images standing in darkness, mystery inspired thought. Small creatures half your size endearing you and whisking you away from the banalities of convetional thought, spirituality, existence. The enlightening without the enlightenment. No answers, just questions and serenity.
Nirvana - Dischord, disharmony, disarray, disdain, discussion. A screaming banshee whose end was almost required, slated, demanded. A tombstone in the middle of Times Square, covered in boss with an "I <3 CARSON DALY" placard draped over the side.
Nine Inch Nails - The kind of love that isn't a fantasy or a farce. The kind of love that begs you to cut your arms open, for losing it would be far worse a fate than losing the life. A man lying on a grave, sobbing and begging to _________ just one more time. We are also what we have lost.
Pink Floyd - Life can be a fantasy novel. Nothing is determined, the history is a part of who we are but is not who we are, and sometimes your mind is your greatest enemy and your best friend. "There's someone in my head, but it's not me."
I'm going to start on another script for a short film in a few minutes... The working title will be called "Just Talking". It's dramatic and probably semi-melodramatic... maybe dark, maybe funny... hopefully surprising.