Chris Cornell, “You Know My Name” (the theme from Casino Royale) vs. Maggi, Pierce, and E.J., “Yipee-I-A.”
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Thursday, June 4th, 2009Indiana Jones and the Musical Gimmick
Wednesday, May 21st, 2008Speaking of subtle filmmaking techniques…
The rousing musical score that John Williams wrote for Raiders of the Lost Ark included several melodic themes: two for Indiana Jones and one for Marion, a motif for the German army, and of course a theme for the lost ark itself, suitably spooky. As an avid fan of the film and of John Williams I’ve listened to the score countless times over the past 27 years. But as a musical layman, it wasn’t until a couple of years ago that I noticed something clever that John Williams seemed to be doing with the Ark Theme.
We hear the Ark Theme for the first time when Indiana Jones shows an illustration of the ark to the Army intelligence men who come to meet him.
As you can perhaps hear in that clip, the melody doesn’t quite resolve; it segues into a few notes’ worth of Indy’s theme (a.k.a. “The Raiders March”). But the Ark’s theme is heard again just a few moments later when Marcus expresses his misgivings about this assignment to Indy.
In this clip, Indy starts out thinking about his old flame — “Suppose she’ll still be with him?” — and Marion’s theme plays for a few bars, but then Marcus tells him, “For nearly three thousand years, man has been searching for the lost ark,” at which point the Ark Theme comes in. But once again it does not resolve, segueing this time into the flying-boat travel montage.
The next time the Ark Theme appears, Indy is in the Map Room. This scene is divided into four sequences, each of which includes a rendition of the Ark Theme, each separated from the others by a cut to Indy’s friend Sallah, who’s waiting for him outside.
In the first Map Room sequence, Indy lowers himself by rope into the room and looks at the miniature city on the floor. The Ark Theme plays almost to completion, but leaves off the final note when cutting to Sallah being harassed by some German soldiers.
Next Indy deciphers some hieroglyphics and checks the position of the sun. The Ark Theme plays barely halfway through this time.
Now Indy affixes the medallion to the Staff of Ra, places the staff in the proper hole, and fervidly awaits the proper alignment of the sun. At last the angle is right and a brilliant beam of light reveals the location of the Well of the Souls! The music reaches a crescendo and a satisfying resolution — but while Indy was waiting for the sunlight to creep across the Map Room floor, the melody modulated into another key. We still have not heard the Ark Theme play from beginning to end!
In the coda to the Map Room scene, Indy snaps the Staff of Ra in two and looks for his rope to climb out, but it’s missing. Sallah drops an improvised replacement into the hole. The Ark Theme peters out on a visual gag: Indy discovering a Nazi flag knotted into his makeshift rope.
In the very next scene, Indy, disguised (poorly) as an Arab, ducks hastily out of sight when some soldiers approach too closely. He enters a tent and discovers, tied to a tent pole, Marion — who he thought had been killed! He’s about to free her when he realizes he can’t without raising an alarm. Marion wonders why he’s not cutting her bonds. He tells her, “I know where the ark is, Marion,” and we hear the Ark Theme again. As he explains and she becomes frantic, the music segues into Marion’s theme.
Next, Indy uses a surveying instrument to convert his Map Room calculations into an actual location for digging. A variation on the Ark Theme plays, still unresolved.
A short time later, Indy arrives at his calculated location with a team of diggers. He clambers up a rise alone, scopes it out, and calls his team over. The first half of the Ark Theme plays three times in slightly different forms, and there’s a crescendo as Indy removes the first shovelful of sand, but it’s still not a resolution of the complete Ark Theme.
We get a few notes of the Ark Theme again (listen closely) as Indy and Sallah heave the stone cover off the chest protecting the ark…
…and then a few more as they lift the ark out of its container…
…and another few when Belloq spots the illicit dig early in the morning (“Colonel, wake your men!”)…
…and then once more as German soldiers converge on Indy’s dig site. Once again the final resolving note is left off.
The next appearance of the Ark Theme comes much later. The main characters are now all on a secret Nazi island submarine base. The Ark Theme accompanies the procession of Belloq, Marion, a lot of Germans, and the ark itself (and secretly Indy too) across the island to the ceremonial altar. It’s interrupted when Indy steps out of hiding and levels a bazooka at the group.
Indy’s bluff is called, and he’s captured and brought to the altar to witness the opening of the ark. Belloq mutters some sacred words in Aramaic, the ark is opened — and the stone tablets are not inside, just a bunch of sand. (Psych!) Disappointment turns to bewilderment, though, as the electrical equipment shorts out and an eerie fog spills out of the ark. Here’s the Ark Theme again. This time, just before it resolves it gives way to a danse-macabre version of itself.
That version also doesn’t resolve. Instead it becomes a staccato nightmare as the power of the ark is unleashed.
Finally, the one and only time in the whole film that the Ark Theme is heard from beginning to end, complete with a melodic resolution in the same key, comes as the ark purifies the island by fire, then seals itself back up.
The long-awaited resolution of the Ark Theme creates a sensation of finality. The music subconsciously reinforces the action on the screen: hearing the melody conclude at last, there can be no question that that’s all we’ll see or hear from the ark. Not even the film’s final scene, in which the ark is packed away in a crate inside a gigantic warehouse, repeats the resolution.
Now let’s see if the new sequel betrays that satisfying sense of finality by “going back to the well,” as it were (the Well of Souls!) and unearthing the ark again.
A full crowd scene at the food lines
Monday, April 28th, 2008
The very day that I learned Microsoft would be buying Danger, and that I would therefore reap a small windfall, Andrea (not yet having heard the news) proposed the idea of hiring a Beatles cover band to play at Jonah’s Yellow Submarine-themed sixth birthday party. At once I thought of Jeff Spicoli, Sean Penn’s character from Fast Times at Ridgemont High, of whom we’re told, via a title card at the end of the film:
Saved Brooke Shields from drowning. Blows reward money hiring Van Halen to play his birthday party.
Andrea had to do a lot of convincing, but once she got me past the mental hurdle of “hire a live rock-and-roll band for a party full of six-year-olds?” it became immediately obvious that it was the right thing to do, and we did it: we blew some of our “reward money” hiring The Sun Kings to play Jonah’s party. And it kicked ass.
Berkeley Breathed ripped me off
Sunday, September 9th, 2007I did it first, and I did it better: West Wing Story, 7 June 2007.
Berkeley Breathed did it second, less well, and less thoroughly, but with better artwork: Opus, 9 Sep 2007.
Save Net radio
Tuesday, June 26th, 2007I had just discovered Pandora Internet radio and had begun creating my own “station” (featuring Splashdown [who has a song called "Pandora," incidentally], among other artists, and called — what else? — “Gee Bobg Radio“) when Pandora, and many other Internet music sites, went silent for a day to protest a greedy move by the recording industry: dramatically raising royalty fees, and doing it retroactively.
You’re either with the change-averse intellectual property vampires clinging desperately to an obsolete business model from your grandparents’ generation, or you’re against them. And if you don’t take some action, then you’re not against them.
West Wing Story
Thursday, June 7th, 2007
Washington DC, January 2001. George Bush takes the oath of office. Several hundred Republicans converge on the inaugural ball.
Republicans:
When you’re with Bush
You’re with Bush thoroughly
From your first cute nickname
To your last “not guilty”
When you’re with Bush
Let the liberals scream
We’ve got Congress, the White House, and
The Court Supreme
With grownups in charge
We’ll make Bush our Augustus
Our crimes will be large
The bureau now called Justice
Will be called “just us”
Now here comes Bush
Yeah! And he’s gonna say
Some nonsensical stuff
And a mangled cliché
And a botched, mangled, graceless slang
Cliché!
Some months later, Bush is on vacation in Texas.
Bush:
Can’t be
Hell no
Bin Laden’s due any day
So says my CIA
What do they know?
“He may come cannonballin’ down through the sky”
I don’t know why
They’re saying so
Hell no
It’s all in the PDB
Condi just gave to me
But, man alive
That thing is full of seven syllable words!
That’s for the birds!
Now watch this drive
Will it be?
No it won’t
Need I function?
No I don’t
Them are the facts
Nothing’s coming
That’s for sure
So I can
Keep to plan:
Wipe out all tax
Make a speech, sign a bill
Big state dinner in Brazil
This job’s a snap
Nothing’s coming
I don’t care
What they say
Go away
Time for a nap
Bad news that’s offered
While clearing brush in Crawford
Do not deliver to me
There’ll be no hijacked plane
Nor a big hurricane
Not on my watch
Not on my watch
Not on my watch!
Well guess what: terrorists fly planes into the World Trade Center, the Pentagon, and a Pennsylvania field.
Bush:
The most beautiful sound I ever heard
Bin Laden!
Bin Laden! Bin Laden! Bin Laden!
All the beautiful sounds of the world in a pair of words
Bin Laden!
Bin Laden! Bin Laden! Bin Laden!
Bin Laden! Bin Laden!
Bin Laden!
I’ve just been attacked by Bin Laden!
And suddenly that name
Will take all of the blame
From me!
Bin Laden!
I’ll pin everything on Bin Laden!
And suddenly that sound
Will be heard all around
You’ll see
Bin Laden
Say it once and you’re done persuading
Say it three thousand four hundred and sixty-seven times
And Iraq you’re invading
Bin Laden
I’ll never stop blaming Bin Laden
Bin Laden!
Bin Laden!
Bin Laden! Bin Laden!
Bin Laden!
Bin Laden!
Bin Laden!
Bin Laden! Bin Laden!
Say it once and you’re done persuading
Say it three thousand four hundred and sixty-seven times
And Iraq you’re invading
Bin Laden
I’ll never stop blaming Bin Laden
The right loves the way things are going. The left doesn’t.
Neocons:
Check and balance
Peculiar notion
Tends to impede any motion
Always the Congress grandstanding
Always judicial branch demanding
And the factions banding
And the public meeting
And ideas competing
I want enlightened dictator!
Have your democracy later!
I want to reshape America
Let the elite rape America
“Act like a big ape” America
Liberals:
Then will it still be America?
Neocons:
Land of the free and of the brave
Liberals:
Free just as long as you behave!
Neocons:
No man is higher than the law
Liberals:
Except those who feed us that old saw!
Rights disappear in America
Ruling with fear in America
Year after year in America
Neocons:
That’s because we’re in America
Liberals:
I think I’ll vacate the U.S.
Neocons:
No place is in less of a mess!
Liberals:
Maybe in France I can get laid
Neocons:
Maybe in France we will invade!
The administration hustles the world toward war with Afghanistan Iraq to capture Osama Bin Laden Saddam Hussein.
Bush, Cheney, and Rumsfeld:
Last month, last month
The war began last month
We shocked
And then we awed
And we won
Last month, last month
It only took a month
War is hell –
Hell of a
Lot of fun!
Today, the mission is accomplished
Saddam is out of power
These last throes soon are done
We’ve just begun
There’s more wars to begin
And be won
Next month!
But the Iraq war goes into extra innings. Detainees accumulate in Guantánamo Bay.
Detainees:
My dear Attorney Gen’ral
Ya gotta understand
It’s been a hundred hours
You’ve made us have to stand
We’re cold and wet and naked
We keep on getting dunked
Gen’ral, at politeness you have flunked
Dear Gen’ral Gonzales, we’re very upset
Not habeas nor corpus can our advocates get
Geneva Conventions say what you should do
You should not run this like a zoo
Like a zoo!
Like a zoo, like a zoo
Like a filthy zoo
We’re like animals in some big zoo
My deity is Allah
My skin’s a sandy brown
My uncle is a mullah
In some Mideastern town
I said once Bush was crazy
They came for me that day
Golly gee! They carried me away
Yes, Gen’ral Gonzales, you’re being a jerk
Your experts in the CIA say torture won’t work
It’s simply sadistic and doesn’t make sense
You’re jeopardizing your defense
Your defense!
Your defense, your defense
Your homeland defense
This offense is not the best defense
The trouble is he’s sour
The trouble is he’s smart
The trouble is his power
And that he has no heart
The trouble’s his assistants’
The trouble is his own
Gen’ral, you should leave us all alone!
Gee, Gen’ral Gonzales, we’re hanging by thumbs
And bleeding from our ears because of punctured eardrums
Gee, Gen’ral Gonzales, what are we to do?
Gee, Gen’ral Gonzales,
[waterboarding sounds]!
Everything is going Bush’s way.
Bush:
I feel petty
Oh so petty
I feel petty
And heady
And big
And I’m ready
To imprison every dirty Whig
I feel scary
I feel saucy
And contrary and bossy and smug
It’s amazing
That America is run by thugs
See “commander guy” in that mirror there
Who can that important guy be?
Such a petty face
Such a petty suit
Such a petty smirk
Such a petty me!
I feel spiteful
And vindictive
It is frightful addictive to be
What I am:
Dictatorial, petty me!
Neocons:
Have you met our friend the Decider?
The craziest guy on the earth
Divider and not a uniter
He’s the one who’s your friend if you have some net worth
He thinks he’s in charge
He thinks that he rules
He isn’t in charge
He’s merely a tool
It must be the desk
Or “Hail to the Chief”
Or all the free press
And their false belief
Pay no mind to him
Send for Cheney
He’s the one who is
Really brainy
Simple, unsure
Confused and inbred
Uncouth, immature
And over his head!
At last the Democrats retake control of Congress. They vow a showdown with Bush over funding for the war.
Democrats:
We Democrats won’t have our way tonight!
We Democrats won’t have our say tonight!
Constituents they grumble: go fight
Republicans say “boo” and
They give us a fright
Republicans:
We’re gonna use ad hominems tonight!
We’re gonna make a fool of them tonight!
We’ll make insinuations, then watch
Those saviors of the nation grow wet at the crotch
Tonight!
Democrats and Republicans:
We’re gonna de-bate tonight
But dog-and-pony shows cannot change our course
We’re gonna make clear tonight
Our poor constituents have backed the wrong horse
Republicans:
Well we won’t stop it!
Democrats:
And we can’t stop it!
Democrats and Republicans:
The whole damn country will have buyer’s remorse
Tonight!
The press:
The press is gonna get its kicks tonight!
The press is gonna get last licks tonight!
The Democrats may talk tough. So what?
The status quo’s not threatened. They’re stuck in a rut
The left:
Tonight, tonight
We’ll end this war tonight
Tonight our side at last has its day
Tonight, tonight
They’ll hear us roar tonight
And we’ll make George Bush do what we say
The past six years have seemed forever
Our setbacks have seemed endless
Although our cause is right
Oh pols, hang tight
And into the abyss shine some light
Tonight!
Democrats:
The Democrats will lose the vote tonight!
We do not want to rock the boat tonight!
The press might say we’re causing gridlock
So let’s just help the Bushies to run out the clock
The left:
Tonight, tonight
We’ll end this war tonight
Republicans:
We’ll paint ‘em soft on defense!
We’ll make ‘em sit on the fence!
The left:
Tonight our side at last has its day
Democrats:
Let’s hope this all goes away
The left:
Tonight, tonight
They’ll hear us roar tonight
And we’ll make George Bush do what we say
The press:
We’ll gonna snark it tonight!
The left:
The past six years have seemed forever
Our setbacks have seemed endless
Republicans:
They can’t stop us
Democrats:
We can’t stop them
The left:
Although our cause is right
The press:
We’ll keep our narrative whole tonight
The left:
Oh pols, hang tight
And into the abyss shine some light
Democrats:
We’ll disappoint them tonight
Republicans:
We’ll give no quarter tonight
The press:
Bread and circus tonight
All:
Tonight!
The Democrats fold like a wet taco. The left is deeply dejected.
The left:
There’s a place for us
Online, a place for us
Point your browser and log in on
Dailykos.com
There’s a place where we
Commiserate and we
Try to picture how things should be
Try to take down the GOP
Online
Online
We’ll find a new way of leading
We’ll find a way of succeeding
Online
The left sees one hope remaining.
The left:
Gore, Gore
Albert Gore
Please run, Gore!
Gotta do it
Step up to it
Hear us implore, Gore!
Don’t sit out
‘Cause there’s no doubt
You’d come out ahead
Join the fray
‘Cause that’s the way
The Republicans will fill with dread
Gore, Gore
Albert Gore
Jump in, Gore!
Throw your hat in
Rivals flatten
Do not ignore, Gore!
Run, man, run
So that we can stop the war, Gore!
We’re crying out for
Al Gore
As Bush’s poll numbers sink, the complicit press finds itself on the ropes.
The press:
A man like that who’d wreck the nation
Provides reporters with sensation
We must be spoon-fed
Please keep us spoon-fed
A man like that makes our job easy
And even though you think it’s sleazy
We must be spoon-fed
Please keep us spoon-fed
He tells us what we are to write
He tells us what we are to think
So we can spend
Less time on work
More time on drink!
With a wink and nod, boys!
With a wink!
A man like that wants only one thing:
To leave the rest of you with nothing
“If you can’t beat them, you’d better join”
We could not win
And so we joined him
And so we joined…
The left:
Oh, mainstream media, no
Oh, media, no
That is a craven policy
It’s bad for our democracy
You hear my words
And know they’re true
There’s no excuse
You’re obtuse!
You media are obtuse!
Tell the truth!
You should know better
You went to school, or so you said
You should know better
We have this land and it’s all that we have
That, and laws that we must cleave to
We live here, we vote
We’re all in the same boat
We and you
We have this land and it’s all that we need
That, and laws, but they need us too
They’re only as good
As they are understood
And that’s why we need you
Inform, inform the elect’rate
With real facts
And nuance
And truth!
With the truth!
The press:
The press is
Old news
Now bloggers fill our shoes
The press and the left:
The blogs are our life!
Sgt. Pepper party
Saturday, June 2nd, 2007It was twenty years ago today my friend Nathaniel had a big “It was twenty years ago today” party in honor of the twentieth anniversary of Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band. He had just hired me as a summer intern. He passed around party invitations that amazed me with their creativity and erudition. The party itself was great hippie fun.
To mark the occasion, I just sent him a message that read, in part: “I think it’s awesome that Paul McCartney is sixty-four now that it was twenty years ago today that it was twenty years ago today that it was twenty years ago today that Sergeant Pepper taught the band to play.”
Score!
Thursday, February 1st, 2007Recently I discovered that Sony is planning a new in-dash car stereo with a USB port for reading and playing MP3 files from a thumb drive. I had an earlier such model but it got stolen. I replaced it with a JVC model that I don’t much like. (Among other things, its clock won’t display when the unit is switched off. And when it does show the time, occasionally the time display won’t update itself for many minutes in a row!) For someone with a long daily commute, a good car stereo is indispensable. So I’m interested in Sony’s latest and I have been checking Amazon periodically to see when it’ll be available to order.
While checking just now I discovered that Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows — the final book in the series — is now available to pre-order. Its just-announced release date is 21 July. Yay! Into the shopping cart. I’m proud to be among the first to pre-order it. Thanks to an automated recommendation I also discovered that Universal Hall Pass — Melissa Kaplan’s post-Splashdown band — has a new EP out. On it she collaborates with former Splashdown bandmate Kasson Crooker — yay! Into the shopping cart.
Today’s run of luck continues…
What brings you here?
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