Tuesday, December 27, 2005

Christmas Diary (part 2): The Aftermath. This time...it's personal!

Where did I leave off? Oh yeah, Friday night....

So, Saturday rolls around and it feels like Sunday. Because there's lot's of football on. San Diego lost, getting kicked out of the playoff race. And in South CAROLINA, the Carolina/Dallas game was not on TV. What the fuck? I had to watch it on the computer. But Dallas won, keeping their slim playoff hopes alive for the final week of the season. And more importantly in my mony fantasy football league, I decimated the number 1 team in the first round of the playoffs. It wasn't even close. Well, that's what he gets for talking trash to last year's champ. Unfortunately, my opponent in the finals doesn't look to be so easy.

Saturday night we did the opening presents thing. Got many clothes, including the best Christmas gift ever: Socks. No, seriously. It's that item you never really think to, or care to, buy on your own, and always need. I love my annual socks present. Now I can throw out or give away my socks gift from last Christmas.

Sunday, we hop in the car and dive about 5 hours up to my sister's houe in North Carolina for Christmas 2: Electric Bugaloo. More presents. More clothes. More socks. And a bitching leather jacket. More food....much more food. Played with the nephews, incurred a sexy nephew related injury (scratched neck).

After about 24 hours of that, I came home. With a suitcase full of new clothes (and a box to follow, being mailed up from my folks, also full of clothes.) Like I said, I got a lot of clothes.

Random thoughts from the weekend:

Taxi drivers don't know where you live. Maybe it's just me as I'm not a frequent taxi rider, but I always have this misconception before I actually get in the cab, that I can say: "28 Princeton street in Medford," (or wherever I'm going), and they'll know exactly where to go. Yeah, that doesn't happen. I always forget that.
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When you come back to work after being on vacation for a few days, do you ever feel like you shouldn't be there? Like maybe you were fired while you were away? I do.
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Airport bookstores are dangerous. Three airports in 5 days, and I came away with about half a dozen new books I want.
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Anyway, Christmas is over. back to real life. Back to work. Back to the gym (to work off all the Galiano cake). Back to the laundromat and the supermarket. Back to the dull and dreary day to day.

Friday, December 23, 2005

Christmas diary (part 1)

Well, I'm in Suth Carolina.

Thursday morning I left for the airport. I packed up my bag, trudged a mile from my house to the T station on sidewalks still partly covered in snow and ice from a storm two weeks ago. I was leaving 30 degrees in Boston for more temparate climes. Or so I thought.

11 hours later, I arrived in Savannah, to the exact same temparature I had left half the day before.

I spent more time that day in the Cincinnati/North Kentucky airport than I did in flight time in the air. There's not much one can do in such a small terminal, and I did it all: finished reading 2001, watched some CNN, checked my email, visited all the shops (and the bookstore twice), and of course went on a pub crawl to the two establishments that served beer: the Buckeye Brewing Company and Moe's. All that accomplished, I hopped on my connecting flight, and finished my trip.

It was as cold in Savannah that night as it was in Boston that morning, which was a bit of a rude surprise. Thankfully it warmed up nicely today, and sounds like it will do more so tomorrow.

Today was spent relaxing: I went and saw Syriana which was...complex. Good, but complicated.
We had a small holiday party where I learned the quite interesting fact that it's relatively easy to acquire a permit to carry a concealed weapon, and bring it with you on your trip to Walmart, or if you're stepping out to Walmart, or perhaps if you need to drive up the road to Walmart. Because, you know, sometimes it's imprtant to be able to protect yourself when food shopping or buying a new riding mower.

That pretty much brings you up to speed. Right now, I'm watching the Paul Schrader version of the Exorcist prequel, which is quite not good and continuing on my weekend regimen of relaxing, which should only be disturbed by the impending annual argument with my mother about her desire to drag me to Christmas eve mass, and my equally fervent desire to abstain.

But that's for tomorrow.

Monday, December 19, 2005

Back to the bread and butter....

Movie reviews.

Around the Christmas season, movie studios start releasing good movies again. For the most part, Autumn is a wasteland, sandwiched between the summer blockbuster season and the last minute, end of the year push for Oscar contention. So, when we hit Decemeber, the quality of films seems to start picking up again. Speaking for myself, I have a pretty good sized list of movies I still want to see that involves oil, young Japanese girls, and gay cowboys.

So, Saturday afternoon found me stating to chip away at my list with The Lion, The Witch, and The Wardrobe. Based upon the book of the same name, written by C. S. Lewis. I was surprised to find out my cousin didn't know this film was from a book, as I just figured everyone who was a child had read of the exploits of and in Narnia. I had thought you would not be allowed to become a teenage without reading these books. Maybe my point of view is skewed, however, since these were much beloved classics of my childhood. I still own 5 of the 7 original copies of the book I did when I was young.

So, there's a history here, a lot of high expectations. The initial trailers looked promising. I went into this film with a fair amount of excitment. And for the most part, I wasn't disappointed.

The story is of four children, (two brothers and two sisters), staying in the country house of an old and eccentric professor to escape the blitz of WWII England. They encounter a magic wardrobe that leads them into another world: Narnia, where they are prophesized to be heroes, kings and queens, that will come to end the reign of the White Witch and end the 100 year old winter that she has imposed over the land. Many fantasy hijinks and battles ensue. With the help of Aslan (read: Jesus; more on this later), a mythical lion, and the "ruler", of sorts, of Narnia, they eventually come to the climactic last battle, win the day, spread happiness and good cheer, etc. Lions: 1, White Witch: 0

Few notes on the acting. There's really only a few worth mentioning. When I first saw Tilda Swinton as the White Witch in the previews, my thought was: "Yeah, that's right on." And it was. Liam Neeson as the voice of Aslan...is Liam Neeson regurgitating the wise, mentor Liam Neeson thing. Not that this is bad, but you know he can do it in his sleep by now. The four children that play the four Pevensie siblings? Well, I don't know any of their names, so I'll just think of them as the four remaining British child actors that AREN'T in Harry Potter. They all did decent jobs, even the girl that played Susan, who is a pretty useless character. (Although, to her credit, she did well, considering she had not much to work with; Susan is a pretty useless character in the book as well.)

The film was very faithful to the book, and the effect of seeing it on the big screen made me think about the tone of the story in a different way. When it's something with so much history to you, such as a treasured book from childhood, your perception is always colored by what your initial impressions might have been, even if they're so far in the past that you can't actively remember those impressions. My impressions of the book are those of fantasy for young people. But watching the film I realized that there is a wide range of tone in this story. Although still good for children, it's actually quite dark at times: the White Witch's propensity for freezing people alive, Aslan's sacrifice for Edmund. Therefore, the tone of the film was at times surprisingly adult.

Much has been made, especially recently about the Christian and biblical allegory that occurs in the story, which I will avoid mentioning instances of because they include spoilers (but they are there), and I don't know why. I'm not the most religious person; in fact I fall closer to the "least" end of that particular scale. But for that, there are two factors to consider. One: Stories and parables from the bible, when read as fiction, make for some damn good and entertaining stories, and well worth borrowing from. And two, and more to the point of the religious aspect: I have no real problem with religions on paper, just in reality, and these allegories deal more with that ideal aspect of it, and fantasy being specifically, and by definition, "not reality" is a good forum for it. It's not overly preachy in a Left Behind sort of sense, but by the actions of some of the cahracters (Aslan, specifically) it's merely more suggestive of some decent ways to live and carry yourself. I don't find anything wrong with that, because you can take from it or not, as you wish. In a later book in the series, there is an exchange between Aslan and someone that basically shaped my impression of how religions should work (and oddly enough my dismissals of organized religions because they don't.)

But back to the movie, for my final point. TLTW&TW is a book that translates well to the big screen as a self contained film. However, there are six more Narnia books, and even as far back as the trailers, it is stated: "The chronicles begin." Implying that more of the books will be made into films. However, the problem is, past the first book, I don't really feel the later books have the same cinematic validity. Although others of the books share the same characters, they're not a flowing, continuous series like say a Harry Potter. I'm not sure ANY of the remaining books would make successful major releases. Perhaps, more a direct to video style release, if at all.

That being said, the ending bothers me slightly, although it is the same ending as in the book. After defeating the White Witch in the final battle, Peter, Susan, Edmund, and Lucy go on to rule Narnia for many years, until one day, while hunting in the woods they come upon where they entered Narnia and manage to sumble back into the Wardrobe and out of Narnia and back into our world. Now, the thing about Narnia is no matter how much time you spend there, no time at all passes here. So they stumble out of the wardrobe, back into the professor's countryside home and are children again. The end. Now, I don't know about you, but if I were ruler of a mythical land, had kicked some major bad guy (girl) ass to get there, I'd be pretty pissed if I accidentally stumbled back to my own world and found out I was back to the point where I hadn't even hit puberty yet. However, even though it was quite abrupt, it didn't even seem to phase the Pevensie children at all. Now, in the books, it doesn't bother me much, beucase I know they get back to Narnia, but with my concerns that the other books won't translate as well if they get made into films, I like the ending less in the film. Although it would have been a bit of the idyllic "...and they lived happily ever after", I would have preferred the movie end 5 minutes earlier in Narnia.
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Wow, that was long, and I'm only half done. Because Sunday night, since the Cowboys were getting trounced 35-0 just after halftime, I decided to go out and see King Kong. Because Christmas time is Peter Jackson time.

I don't suppose I really have to go into detail on the plot of this one, since who doesn't know it already. Giant ape meets girl. Giant ape falls in love with girl. Giant ape trounces New York City. Let's face it, I didn't really care about any of the other aspects of the story.

Carl Denham's (Jack Black) movie? Nope, didn't care. Except that it was like the cupid plot device for Kong and the girl. Although Black did a better job here than I expected. I never really saw him as a leading actor. I ahven't much liked anything he's done where he's been one. And although he's not here, it is a big role. Jack Driscoll's (Adrien Brody) love for Ann? Nope. He's definitely NOT the alpha male in this love triangle.

No, all that I really cared about was Ann Darrow (Naomi Watts) and King Kong. And judging by the development of the other characters, it seems that Peter Jackson feels the same. That's the ehart of the film right there, without which, it would be so much eye candy. And not even great eye candy at that (More on that later.)

Kong himself, for being a CGI creation, is the best and most fully recognized character in the movie. He's old (judging by the cracked teeth, big belly, and numerous scars), and he's lonely. There's a scene on Skull Island (Kong's home) where we see his cave, and the skeletons of other Kongs. His family? Loved ones? You never find out, but it's obvious he's the last. Living on a dangerous island where battling dinosaurs is apparently part of the routine, as shown when Kong proves he is the king, when he totally owns three T. Rexs at once. There was no skimping when developing Kong in this movie. Andy Serkis, who worked with Jackson in the Lord of the Rings trilogy, in developing the facial expressions and movements of Gollum (another entirely CGI character) also did the work on Kong. And for as good as Gollum was, Kong is better. For a character who's only verbal expression is a grunt or a roar, you never have a problem understanding what it is Kong is expressing, whether it be anger, humor, sadness, or anything in between.

While Kong is the best realized CGI in the film (and rightfully so), the rest varies between pretty bad (the dinosaur stampede) to average. The problem with blockbuster films (and this goes for Narnia as well) is the overdependence on CGI. I've come to accept bad CGI as a standard in the blockbuster film. As long as it's not totally horrendous, I can usually ignore it. But in fantasy films especially, it's going to be used, and overused. The one thing that can mask it pretty well, and Jackson did, is to make the look of the film a bit more cartoony in general. Hell, I barely consider the Star Wars prequels to be "live-action" movies. There's only so much realism you can imbue CGI with at our current level of technology, especially when it is so prevelant. Because that stuff ain't cheap to do. There are a couple of commercials floating around that feature a car or a jet "transforming" into something else. It looks spectacular. Amazing. Gives me much hope for the live action Transformers movie in the works. But I fear it will prove my point. A thirty second commercial can spend a lot of time on getting it right and making it look real. Transfer that into a two hour movie, and the quality is going to suffer.

King Kong is three hours long, and there is a LOT of CGI on Skull Island and when Kong gets back to NYC. And as a result, it often is average at best.

However, since the most important part of the story is that love story between an ape and his girl, it matters less. There actually IS a story there that the action and CGI is wrapped around, which makes that eye candy a little sweeter going down. The T-Rex battle, although looking not so great, is still awesome because it is Kong fighting to keep Ann from becoming a dino-snack. Kong looking for Ann on the streets of New York, although presented humorously, is really quite touching. His anger at Jack at being the other man, is realistic. For those who don't know the story, I won't ruin it for you, but there's also a good healthy dose of sadness in the film, based around this love story. Let me just say that if you don't feel something when you walk out of the theater then you have no heart whatsoever.

While it's not nearly a perfect movie, King Kong does get it right where it counts: in the heart of the matter.

Wednesday, December 14, 2005

Uninspired. I hate this feeling.

When I pick up the guitar and proceed to hold it for a while. Not playing anything of any importance. A chord here. A lick there. My mind is blank, my fingers still.

I hate being uninspired. Those times when I pick up and hold the guitar because it's comfortable, not because I really plan to do anything with it.

I know me, and I know the cycles I go through. This is the down part of it. It happens. More than I'd like, but it's all part of the routine. I know eventually I'll swing back towards the high. That time when everything sounds like gold, and I'm practically choking on ideas.

But until then, I feel crappy and pointless.

Tuesday, December 13, 2005

Thoughts on a meeting.

I hate meetings. Thy're pointless and time consuming, and the worst idea this side of the conference call. Color me "not a team player", but I feel that I can get more done working alone much of the time. Actually doing work rather than meeting about doing work.

I just returned from a meeting for a team I'm on here at work. Something long-term, a project that will go far into next year at the least. Here's a bit of an idea of what goes through my head at meetings. A brief stream of consciousness style look into my noggin:

Red check mark column? Two whole companies. Great idea there. Oh no, not the third contact thing again. I'd forgotten about that. That'll be more work for me. How am I going to organize that. Second contact is a big enough pain in the ass as it is. That's cool Betty's going to NH for New Years. I wish I still knew someone that had a house in the Conway area. Those couple of times we went up there to Cunio's were fun. I wouldn't mind doing that again. Wow, something about winter I enjoyed. What do you mean a script? We never came up with a script for second contact. Strong arming the customer only works when you don't get their voicemail. I can't believe I couldn't get that stamp to work. Man, I'm stupid. How hard is a stamp? Is Biohazard a white power band? Ouch, I'm sore. What is Tony writing down? Is there anything really important enough at these meetings that needs to be written down? I wonder what's in my email. Oh, and don't forget to get that binder on your way back to the desk. If this group is supposed to be working into 2006 and I move away, will I be disappointed I didn't see it all the way to the end? What am I, stupid? Of course not. I could use a nap. Why is this meeting still going on? Haven't we covered everything. It seems like people need to talk about stuff that doesn't seem to have anything to do with us so they can feel like more is being accomplished. I wonder if anyone is noticng my glazed over stare. Ralph really needs to buy a pair of pants that aren't as short as capris when he sits down. Mmm, tic-tacs. I wish Jimmy would offer some around. Cool Animal Crakers tin on the shelf. Are we really discussing MIBLINKPlus and WEB-Direct? Turn your head now, someone else is talking. Make it look like you're paying attention. Hey, I should really write a blog about this when I get back to my desk. But I want to get back to reading "The Dirt." Yeah, but the blog could be funny. OK. Fine. Let me see if I can remember what I was thinking about.
OK. What's for lunch anyway? Oh yaeh...ribs. Awesome. I had six new emails when I left my desk. I wonder how many I'll have when I go check. Let's see, 2 from Keith, one from myself. Who are the others from? Probably spam. We'll see soon. I should really fix the Christmas tree, it's too square. Seems like we're winding down. Look interested. OK, so binder, email, back to desk. Meeting's over? OK.

Thursday, December 08, 2005

Let them drink scotch...

And by "them", I mean "me"!

We got our Christmas bonuses from the 'B yesterday. Always a great day, especially since that is my Christmas shopping money every year. It's probably something I shouldn't wait on to do my Christmas shopping, because one of these years they'll probably not do it, and give out a set of Jellies of the World, and all everyone will get for Christmas will be something to mix with peanut butter. But I do. Every year since they started the practice. Wait for that one extra check and start shopping.

So, I get the checke yesterday and in one marathon 4 hour session took care of my whol family with the exception of my 2 sisters and brother and law. Alison, I know what she's getting, I just have to order it from Amazon, because I couldn't find it in the 3 stores I went to yesterday. Julie and Jorge, well I never know what to get them. More thinking is required on that front.

But after all that shopping, and with some money left over, I decided to be good to myself. There's a liquor store around the corner from my house. I hadn't been to it before, but my roomate and her boyfriend were raving about it, especially since they got a $100 bottle of tequila on sale there for $30. It was good tequila, too, and I don't even like the stuff. Also, they said, it had a good scotch selection.

Well, they were lying. It didn't have a good scotch selection. It had a GREAT scotch selection! One of, if not the best, I've ever seen. Picked up a nice bottle of Glen Morangie Burgundy Wood Finish 10 year. I like the Glenmorangie various wood finish scotches, and had never seen the Burgundy option before.

Let me tell you, after two glasses last night, I may have a new favorite scotch. Light and very sweet it was. I had only planned to have one glass, but had to have two it was so good.

Mmm, scotch. Merry Christmas to me.

Thursday, December 01, 2005

3:58

Three minutes and fifty-eight seconds. Not a long time. Except when 3:58 is the length of a song you're trying to record. It's within the time frame, albeit near the long end, of what a record company would like for a length of a single, yet when you're recording it, it feels like an eternity.

"Fuck you, motherfucker!"

That's my favorite phrase when recording.

"Fuck you!" is directed towards the mistake I just made.

"Motherfucker!" is directed towards myself, because I have to start over from the beginning. You see, although it's a relatively short song, there's not much in the way of punch points I can use (depending on the part), so often I have to start again from the beginning.

I just finished all of my guitar parts tonight. All but one. The last one is a solo that I won't be recording until after Matt lays down his vocals. You see, this is one of two songs that we're recording as "rough demos" to use to hopefully find some additional musicians to play our brand of southern rock which is likely to be not hugely popular here in Boston.

Recording a rough demon should be easy, right? Doesn't need to be perfect, just serviceable. Of course, that depends on what your idea of serviceable is. And I have a problem. That is, when I sit down to record, I get into it. I think of new parts, ways to split parts, this cool little slide solo, etc. So what should be rough and quick like sex in the bathroom of the Model, ends up taking quite a bit longer.

For this rough demo I recorded 5 guitar parts (s0 far.) Two different versions of the same rhythm track. One being a straight through acoustic guitar (which I just finished tonight) and the other being that same part cut into two separate acoustic guitar parts. Then there's the electric appregiation of the chords at the end of the song. And the short slide solo. 5 tracks for a rough demo. Not all of them will be used, but I like to keep my options open. Much like a movie director shoots extra footage and then cuts it down in the editing room, I recorded extra tracks, and will cut them down during mixing, depending on what me and Matt decide on. Personally, I'm leaning towards the rhythm track that's split into two acoustics. He prefers the one acoustic track. So I took about an hour to record a part tonight that I'll be lobbying against not keeping when it comes down to it. One hour. 39 takes. Some played most of the way through. Some messed up and stopped after the first note. One that I thought was a keeper even though I tapped the mic with my hand while recording. However when playing it back, hoping that the mic tap wouldn't be audible, I noticed that it sounded much like....well, much like a starting pistol going off.

But after countless hours, 5 tracks, and 243 takes, my guitar parts are done. (Unless Matt ends up not being happy with something. Primadonna singers.) Rough demo, indeed.

But it's all worth it in the end. All the frustration. The swearing. The backaches from leaning over in my chair. The headaches from repaeatedly playing the same part, from squinting at the screen making sure I'm not clipping my input, at the same time still trying to play the part, and not tap the microphone. It's all worth it when I listen to it and think, "God damn! This sounds awesome!"