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.) (more…)
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. (more…)
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 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.) (more…)
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. (more…)