Netherworld Shanty
First I must say, I like this one. A lot. Too much. The idea for this piece was “If purgatory had a marching band”. So, there’s a very badly played tin whistle, an accordion, a bassoon, and a bunch of other stuff. I’m pretty sure the melody is catchy – and the fact that it is stuck in my head is not just the result of mixing the piece for hours… Like Great Cthulhu, this piece is wonderful, horrible, and awesome. You mind will forever be marred by it.
Phantasm
I’m not going to lie to you – this piece made me ill. No joke. That being said, the music that causes me the most trouble tends to be the music that everyone loves. If you don’t have a subwoofer – you won’t experience the pain inducing aspect of this piece. All of the bass notes are the same volume. I guarantee it. You can tune your equalizer with this piece if some notes are louder or softer. Careful not to get sick, though. This thing has a power. Be careful with it.
Lasting Hope
This has a sort of similar purpose as the last piece, only it won’t make you sick. This is one of the first things I’ve done with a choir. It has an almost organic synth, and some neat – if sparce – percussion. This was mixed entirely on a Mac. One day, I hope to switch to all-Mac production, but right now – I’ve too much invested in software on the other side… and just enough things aren’t available.
Perigrine Grandeur
This piece started on my dry erase board as the rhythm you hear in the first 2 measures. But that’s all I really had. It shows. The agogo was the next thing that made it into the mix… and then the hammer dulcimer. The who what? Hammer dulcimer. Yes. It is the thing that sounds like a guitar. I put it through a distortion unit and a guitar amp simulator. The result is an odd World-music hybrid that sounds like it belongs in a Cirque show on the strip in Vegas. I gave it an odd name figuring it would be hard for people to find. That’s just me being mean.
This piece used to have so much more in it… but I cut it back to the bare bones. It had bridges and multiple melodies, and just a lot of stuff… but it became difficult to listen to and the coolness of the original 2 measures was lost.

A bit of warning for this first piece. The bass is very heavy. It will punch you in the gut and blow out your speakers if you turn it up too much. You’ll get about 30 seconds before it hits… so don’t say I didn’t warn you. Big Mojo is the kind of piece you’d hear in a very loud action sequence in a very loud action film. There are plenty of cut-outs for dialog and other explosions.
At another edge of the musical spectrum; Mariachi Snooze. This is a nice light fun swing piece in a very very major mode. Nothing to offend here… just light fun.
Also, I received a great little voice-over sounder from S. L. Slaughter. If you like the sound of it and think you have a use for Voice-Overs in your own project, I suggest you contact him. The man can make anything sound exciting. Even a quilting bee. (to my knowledge he has not done voice work for a quilting bee… but he could… if you paid him money.)

See? Sometimes we do get limited release films around here. At least I think this one’s still only in limited release. I’m not sure about that sort of thing anymore. But the theatre was packed. Just as the previews started, every person over sixty-five in the greater metropolitan area showed up, and they took forever to settle down.
But a good time was had by all, I think. The film is based on the true story of William Wilberforce (Ioan Gruffudd) and his campaign to abolish slavery in the British Isles in the late 18th and early 19th centuries. Everyone calls him Wilber because there are just too many Williams around, including his school friend (and later Prime Minister) William Pitt the Younger. Elected to the House of Commons at 21, Wilber was at first a doubtful politican, preferring to listen to “the preacher in his head”, as one character says. It was Pitt who pulled him back into the game by introducing him to the hard-core circle of abolitionists in England, among them a freed black slave named Equiano, and thus his crusade was born.
The film jumps around at first, as the ill and weary Wilber thinks back over fifteen years of his campaign, but they do a decent job of not making it too confusing. Suffering from ulcerative colitis (a nasty disease that eats away at the colon), he’s become an opium addict in his attempts to work through the pain. Back then, you see, everything from colds to heart disease was treated with laudanum, which is opium dissolved in wine. It was one of the most effective treatments they had, sort of — it didn’t actually fix anything, but at least it kept you from caring so much about being sick. I’m not sure anyone realized at first how addictive it was, but later they probably just didn’t care.
Wilber is portrayed as a free spirit throughout the movie. He sits in the grass and stares at spiderwebs, chats with his Francis-Bacon-quoting butler, and gets to wear a wig that actually looks like real hair instead of the pasty white ones everyone else gets. He also lacks everyone else’s pale complexion, so even sick he almost looks healthier than most of the House of Commons. You can tell he isn’t quite the free spirit that abolitionist Thomas Clarkson (Rufus Sewell) is, though, because Clarkson walks around with his real hair grown long and hanging out for everyone to see. Horrors!

Equiano gives Wilber his first look at a slave ship.

Anyway, after setting him loose on abolition, Pitt (William, remember, not Brad) now has to quietly distance himself from Wilber because of all the maneuvering involved in keeping his power. Relations with France are shaky (big shock) and abolition is unpopular. Wilber faithfully introduces the bill once a year, each time seeing it voted down by a huge margin.
His matchmaking friends introduce him to Barbara Spooner, a fellow reformer, and they are quickly married — historically, he proposed just two weeks after they met. She was twenty and he was thirty-eight, but that was just how things were then. In the film, she gets married in something that looks more like an 18th century nightgown than a wedding dress, but maybe that’s just how things were then, too. Barbara gives him the courage to continue. Aided by a defector from the other side, the canny Lord Charles Fox (the ever-present Michael Gambon), and the slave ship captain turned Anglican preacher, John Newton (Albert Finney), Wilber soldiers on. It was Newton who wrote the hymn that gave the film its title, probably the most famous hymn in the English language. His conversion in real life wasn’t so dramatic as in the movie, but Albert does a good job as the haunted old man who finally finds some peace in writing out his memories in an anti-slavery tract.
I was worried that I’d feel like I was being preached at every minute of the film, or that Wilber would be so perfect he’d drive me crazy. Thankfully, neither of those things happened, though they did come awfully close a few times. There’s just enough quiet humor to keep things from getting too oppressive. Gruffudd makes a relatively low-key Wilber, not the firebrand I was expecting, but he does give a good sense of being worn to shreds by his obsession. His nightmares and visions are overdone, but maybe that’s what happens when you take laudanum at all hours. There is at least a nice sense of friendship between Wilber and Pitt, but the effect politics has on that friendship isn’t really explored, which is kind of a shame. Crusaders aren’t usually easy to live with, but somehow Wilber’s personal life always seems fine.
I’m going to go with three and a quarter idols on this one. It sticks pretty close to fact as far as I know, and manages not to drag, as happens all too often with historical epics. So go out and watch it in celebration of Black History Month. When it finally reaches your local theatre, that is.

Now this time was a really difficult decision. On the one hand, we have confessed comic geek Nicholas Cage finally fulfilling his dream of portraying a Marvel character, and on the other, Chris Cooper playing one of those fascinating morally ambiguous characters that he does so well. I don’t know what he’s like in real life, but on screen, he makes me nervous, in a really good way. But I’m a confessed comic geek myself, and I remember reading Ghost Rider on Saturday afternoons, and in the end, nostalgia carried the day.
And it worked: I feel like I’ve spent the afternoon lying on my bed reading comics. That was one hour and forty-five minutes of scenery-chewing acting, over-the-top demons, crackling hellfire, crazy plotlines, and major property destruction. There were shots that looked just like they should be drawn into comic-panel form and printed up for kids to spend their lunch money on. It’s not going to attract anything like the Spider-Man fan following — you don’t need to be a geek to enjoy the Spider-Movies — but if you are a geek like me, this could really be your thing.
The lead scenery chewer is Peter Fonda as Mephistopheles. When the young Johnny Blaze, budding motorcycle stunt rider, learns that his father and teacher is dying of lung cancer, good old Meph appears to say that he can fix everything. All he needs is for Johnny to sign on the dotted line, and his father will be whole and healthy again. Oh, and Johnny will be minus one soul, but he wasn’t really using that anyway, was he? Johnny never actually does sign, but a drop of his blood splashes onto the line, and Meph calls that good enough. I think a good lawyer could do a lot with that loophole, though.
But because the devil is Peter Fonda, Blaze Senior has a miraculous recovery from his cancer, only to die before his son’s eyes when a stunt goes wrong. Johnny turns his back on his girlfriend Roxanne (Eva Mendes), and rides off into the sunset.
But wait! The movie’s not over yet. Years later, Johnny is now a world-famous stunt driver, performing unheard-of jumps and crashing repeatedly in ways that should snap his neck like a twig, but he hardly notices. He has his own TeamBlaze (they don’t seem to do much, but it is cool to have your very own team), video games based on his career, and a Q score that’s off the charts. I doubt if even Evel Knievel attracted autograph hounds and groupies like he does. He also seems to have an unhealthy fascination with television, jellybeans (he “drinks” them out of a martini glass, but only red and yellow ones), monkeys, and music of The Carpenters (yikes), but he’s apparently rich enough that these are only considered amusing eccentricities.

Nope, you’ll never see this made into a movie…

Roxy reappears (you know she had to) as a TV reporter, and Johnny views her return as a sign. It is, but only a sign of terrible evil lurking around the corner, not the beacon of hope our hero’s looking for. Meph is being challenged by four upstart demons (or maybe three elementals and one demon; I’m not sure), and everyone’s after a contract from the Old West, a contract that promises the holder one thousand of the most evil souls you could ask for. The souls are all hanging out in the Biggest Little Evil City in the World, San Venganza. And yes, that is Spanish for vengeance. One thing this movie is not, is subtle. But then, Ghost Rider has never been particularly subtle, so that’s okay.
All the comic trademarks are there: the spiked leather outfit, the bike that transforms into a wicked burning thing, the fireballs, the chain, everything. I always thought a chain a seriously unwieldy weapon, but he does okay with it, using it to beat up Blackheart’s cronies pretty handily and send them back to Hell, or the elements, or wherever they came from. I’m not sure they’re true demons, since they do go down pretty easily. Blackheart is Meph’s main adversary, and he makes up for the others by being really, really hard to take down. There’s also Sam Elliott, almost the stereotypical American cowboy actor, playing the Caretaker, who helps the poor bewildered Johnny figure out what’s going on — not, as far as I remember, an actual character from the comic, but very in keeping with the spirit of Ghost Rider, and a great little over-the-top part for Sam.
There are a couple of bits that seem like homages to Terminator 2 for some reason — Roxy channels Linda Hamilton and gets to shoot a bad guy several times with a pump shotgun before it runs out of ammo, for instance. I’m not sure those were really meant to be there — shouldn’t they be giving nods to Spider-Man instead, if they’re going to bother? And don’t pay too much attention to the timing of anything. Days and nights fly by, and journeys that usually take minutes suddenly seem to take hours. But seriously, if you’ve just paid money for a movie that you know features burning skulls, demons, and flaming motorcycles that can ride on water, you shouldn’t be expecting a lot of logic on top of all that.
My personal, comic-geek ranking? Three and a half idols. I have to add, though, that anyone who isn’t willing to suspend every ounce of disbelief in their bodies is going to rank this more around two idols. Spider-Man manages to stay true to his roots and still appeal to a very wide audience, but Ghost Rider isn’t built that way. There really aren’t any shades of grey in the Rider’s world, only Guilty and Innocent, and I put those capital letters there very deliberately. It’s a thoroughly improbable, wild little action flick that doesn’t pretend to be anything else, so just sit back and enjoy the ride. Oh, but if you have a tendency to motion sickness, beware of the opening title sequence. I almost sent popcorn flying everywhere.

Interesting day today. I continue to play with my new world music samples, and I got a request for Wagner. Wagner? Who requests Wagner? Well… she didn’t know she was requesting Wagner, she wanted a recording of that traditional wedding march piece. There’s quire a few wedding marches out there – but it turns out she wanted the “Bridal Chorus” from the Act 3 of the opera Lohengrin.
It is known around these parts as “here comes the bride”… the actual words start out “Treulich geführt ziehet dahin,
wo euch der Segen der Liebe bewahr’!” translation: ” Faithfully guided, draw near to where the blessing of love shall preserve you!” [wikipedia]
I recorded two versions; one with a pipe organ, and another (new arrangement) on piano. Bridal Chorus‘s.
Also new – Himalayan Atmosphere and a solo dulcimer piece Errigal

Just picked up a new pack for Garageband that has some nice world music samples in it. I’m still learning how to use it – but I’ve had requests for various ethnic musics which I’ve been unable to do until now. Expect more world music soon.
Celtic Impulse
Cheers.