Im sitting here listening to PBS concerts in the on a Sunday night. I keep it in the background as I frantically try to finish this years' film. This is year four, and as usual, I am past the deadline. (Note, the Digital Histories program films will be online on Sat. Sept.26th at 12 noon. Films will remain on line for a few days after the initial showing)
Did I say year four? Well I find myself making the same crucial mistakes that can ruin the film. Sound is everything. It is impossible to fix, and yes, I am trying to fix the audio track to a critical section of the film.
I digress, as I am listening to the concerts, it came to me that if I had a dream of what I would like to do in another life, one would be play the piano and the other, be a back up singer. Yeah, you read that right, not the lead singer, the back up that stands in the back off to the side wearing black. They must know how to harmonize, timing, not overshadow the lead, and add to the performance without being noticed. Their performance is critical and adds to the song's nuances. Now this is different than being one of the Pips or number three of the four tops. I don't dance and don't dress in flashy superbly suits (wait, this is a dream isn't it?) It is too bad I don't have a singing voice, sense of rhythm and too inhibited (had to look that up).
I am getting a little whacko as my peak creative hours are from 10pm to 2am. That is why most of my posts are timestamped around 1am. Time to get back to editing before my stage coach turns into a pumpkin. A Johnny Cash concert in a prison is on.
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