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Que Sera Om Shanti

by Robin Munsonyoga icons

Like Doris Day so famously once said, “Que sera sera.” (Well, Doris sang the lyrics. But  Ray Evans wrote them. It’s like thinking that Barry Manilow wrote “I Write The Songs”.  He didn’t.  Bruce Johnston did.  I’m a lyricist so . . . but I digress!)

Some time ago when Art and I got our BMI statement, it was (by our standards, anyway), a huge stack of pages, the amount paid to us had gone down by a goodly percentage from the previous quarter. It was puzzling — until we learned that the rules had changed yet again. And of course, not to our advantage. (sigh) Continue reading

Trent Reznor and “Gone Girl”

by Robin Munson

There was an article in the Life section (10-06-2014) issue of USA Today about the film score for Gone Girl. The composer is Trent Reznor, (with long-time collaborator, Atticus Ross, who barely got a mention). Reznor worked in collaboration with the film’s director, David Fincher. This is the most recent of several collaborations between Fincher and Reznor.  (FYI – Trent Reznor is the front man for Nine Inch Nails, but as the article points out, his work with Nine Inch Nails is “slowly being eclipsed by his reputation as a film composer.”  Note to Self: Next lifetime, front a band.  A very successful band.) Continue reading


by Robin MunsonCreative

Long, long ago in the faraway kingdom of Pittsburgh three little princesses were groomed for “The Business”.  The King and Queen — my parents — were frustrated singers and songwriters.  We were schlepped from voice teachers to dance teachers to piano teachers and acting teachers. We made command performances in our living room on a regular basis, singing standards from the American songbook — Rogers and Hart, Gershwin, Cole Porter, Lerner and Lowe. . . (NOTE:  It’s impossible for me to say whether I would have wanted a life in The Business with different parents, but that’s a topic for another day.)

At 3,  I dreamed of one day being a ballerina. But not all little girls have the requisite long legs and athletic coordination for the Ballet Russe, so by the time I was ten years old, it was pretty clear that wasn’t going to happen. Continue reading

Musicish – A Translation

by Robin Munson

For as long as I can remember, music has had a profound effect on me. It was my comforter when I was sad, my companion when I was lonely, my protector when I was translate-110775_1920 scared, my cheerleader when I was unsure of myself. I sang to myself constantly as a child. It was so second-nature that I didn’t realize I was doing it. One day as I was walking through the halls of my elementary school I was singing without realizing it. I don’t remember the song, but it was probably something cheerful – maybe “I Whistle A Happy Tune”, or something like that. A teacher stopped me and said, “You must be a very happy little girl! You’re always singing!” Little did she know. I was singing to bolster my spirit because school was such a misery for me! (a topic for another day.) Continue reading

The Five Stages of Writing A Cue

by Robin MunsonClimbing

(With apologies to Elizabeth Kubler-Ross. . .)

We’ve noticed that whenever we write a cue, there are certain predictable stages that, try as we might, and as many times as we have tried to avoid them, keep cropping up like — well, use your own metaphor.

Stage I:  Denial – “I’ve got this great idea!  I know exactly what to do!  This will be a piece of cake!” You start with an epiphany.  The more outlandish or difficult the project,  the more irrational enthusiasm courses through the bloodstream.   “Silent Night” as a tango?  Jay-Z meets Celine Dion meets Ennio Morricone?  A live Czech orchestra action-adventure-comedy trailer on a shoestring budget?  “NO PROBLEM!  I’ll have this puppy wrapped up by 6:00 tonight!”  You come up with a simple melody and a three-chord riff within five minutes.  “Brilliant!”  Yeah, right. Continue reading