So...
Dave disappeared for a long time. For a long, long time. Why? What happened? Let's hit it quickly, shall we?
First off, Ran and I sold off the Co-Op in Manhattan and bought a house about an hour north of the city. By itself this is a story that could take a lot of space; however, let's just say that after many twists and turns we managed to get what we considered the "dream house". Of course, the "dream house" (a contemporary shrouded by trees and hills with ridiculously high ceilings and tons of glass), has had it's share of "broken stuff" (electrical issues, fireplace issues, a whole series of broken pipes, malfunctioning kitchen appliances, a front stoop that disintegrated, a sinkhole... I could go on). Although we had not planned on getting a "fixer-upper" (and the house is by no means that), it has had it's share of unplanned renovations during our first year here. Would I change anything? No way, we love the place, but all this "house stuff" has kept us inordinately busy. Another element to this story, of course, is getting used to living in America again after 18 years of fun in the big city. Much like my growing up experience in Maine, I love the place, but I have no great love for the human beings (which is fine, we came here to retreat into the woods and as you can tell, by the number of blog posts, we've succeeded).
I am now the proud father of a two year old. You know the whole thing about "terrible twos"? Well, they're really not that terrible, but... it is, in some ways even more crazy than having an infant. Still, trust me, there are no complaints. One of the joys of this existence, for me, is spending time with Beck. He is one amazing little dude.
One of my favorite tales of the past several months has been building a home project studio. Steep learning curve for me, but once I identified the obstacles, things went fairly smoothly. I can tell you that I've received fantastic advice and support from the good people at Real Traps for helping me sound condition my space and from Fred Maher at Obedia and PC Audio Labs for putting together a digital audio workstation that has proven perfect for my needs. All I need now is a cool name for the place (and I simply can't decide).
Of course the next natural question would be "When are you going to record and release something?". Well, I'd love for that to be a few months down the road, but I can already tell it will take much longer. What I've decided to do is not put any timetable on my first project(s). I'm simply going to compose and see what happens for a while. Once the composition and recording process is done, I'll mix and master etc. Then, somebody has to like it and I need to get it out there to anybody and everybody who might have an interest.
As far as what I'm composing stylistically, things are already all over the place, which I consider a good thing. Because I'm working so closely with synthesizers etc, it would be fair to expect any output to have a strong electronic leaning. I will compose for what is available to me - and since what is available to me is soft synths, loops and my horns I think it's obvious (and a great deal of fun) that I will go in an entirely new direction.
The horn goes very well. One day I'll go into lots of detail, but let's just say that I'm pleased with developments right now.
Music/film recommendation: Solaris. The film is a sleeper and the music by Cliff Martinez is a revelation. Find it - do yourself a favor.
Okay, let's hit small stuff.
The Mets suck. The collapse was an abomination. Keeping Willie and everything that went with firing him was a mess. Although I think Willie definitely had to go, it would seem that the team simply is not that good and cannot handle any kind of pressure.
The Celtics beating the Lakers (and Kobe) healed many old sports wounds. I am very pleased with the result. Beck, by the way, wore a Kevin Garnett jersey throughout the finals and the good luck could not have hurt.
Wow... If you look at my last post, boy was I wrong about the New York Football Giants. Looking back, I still don't think they were that good, but they got on what is possibly the most amazing roll in the history of professional sports. I've decided that they can lose for many years to come in typically agonizing Giants fashion because of the gift they bestowed on all of us (especially the Super Bowl). For the record I considered the year a great success after beating Dallas and Tony Romo. Anything beyond that was gravy... but what gravy!
Phantom Regiment won the Drum Corps International World Championships held recently in Indianapolis (for those of you who follow this particular sub-culture) and I'm thrilled. I saw them at DCI East and figured I was probably seeing a third place corps (as that was their seeding at the time and these rankings usually don't move around a hell of a lot, especially a week before finals), but the corps jumped to second on the second night of the three show championships and then jumped again into first at the final show, winning by a quarter of a point. I remember that I kept thinking to myself after seeing them in Allentown, PA, "BD and Cavies must really be good..." because Regiment had something special about them.
Also was very pumped that Carolina Crown (a corps I usually cannot stand) did everything I've been wanting a corps to do for some time. They were not afraid of a fortissimo (thank you Donnie Van Doren) and they played standard repertoire. Keep in mind that standard repertoire had become a dirty word - lately if you had not played an unknown composition by an equally unknown composer of concert band music (Ugh - double ugh with nuts!!! Concert band music?!??! Shoot me!!!) then you clearly were not in any way cultured. This is the sort of attitude that keeps concert band composers safely tucked away in their academic cloisters where their music remains almost entirely unheard (but they feel pure and superior, so I guess every thing's okay). Lastly, there was no theatrical element (like awful narration that makes "Up With People" look like "The Godfather"). They played really well and had a nice visual package... Hey, a drum corps! Imagine that! The best part of all this of course was that they were rewarded for this. Maybe, just maybe, the pendulum is starting to swing in another direction.
Ya know what? I think that's enough for now. It's getting late and I want do the "twenty minute G" before I go to sleep.
Peace,
Dave