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Subject: +*+*+*+ Stephen's Secure Blog #348 "Scored" +*+*+*+
Date: Fri, 27 Jun 2014 18:11:45 -0400
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Stephen's Secure Blog #348
These stories about Stephen began was when he was 10 years old, and
moving to a new part of the country to attend a special school for
gifted students, in the 1950's. This was from a time before computers
would fit on a desk, and when people communicated with friends in other
countries by actual letters sent through the postal service. He wrote
225 of them to a friend. He stopped writing to his penpal, but found he
still wanted to record his life, in case he lost his memory again, and
wrote 30 entries in his first logbook. Then he wrote to an artificial
intelligence called Geenee, in the master computer in his school for
gifted students, which he started attending in 2016. Now it's after
2018, and he's continuing to save his memories in a secure blog.
All characters are fictitious, even if some of them might have names
that belong to some actual people, or act like people we know.
The stories may not be posted in chronological order.
Stephen is 18 in this story, in early Spring of year 8 of his special
school.
Stephen's Secure Blog #348 "Scored"
START Page
Chad sent an email to Len at CNN, about the radioactive waste
disposal and the land mine removal. They treated it as breaking news,
and they had a lot of comments it. A few hours later, there was
something more in related breaking news. Some brave or foolish people
decided to run around in known minefields, and were able to report
about it, undamaged. Except for one slightly sprained ankle. I was
asked to comment on air. I declined, saying I had already reached my
limit in embarrassment for the month. They reported that, with some
amusement.
The New York Philharmonic called and asked if I could be available as
a last minute conductor replacement. They had heard about what I had
done for the Boston Pops. We had time for only one rehearsal in the
afternoon before the concert, which featured the music of Wagner. I
wowed them! Er, we did well. I was asked to score some movies. That
didn't go as smoothly.
One movie by a new director was a romance. I asked him about themes,
and if he wanted a particular style, and if he wanted known songs in
it. He didn't have a clue. I said "Don't they teach any of that in film
school? He said "Yes they do, but I'm not very musical." I said "Then
how will you know if what I do, is what you like and want for your
picture?" He said "I'll know when I hear it." I said "I've seen your
be available! Are you some kind of pirate? What are you really here
for, you bastard?" I said "How can I score your movie if I never see
it?" He yelled, "Answer me!" I said "It's on your computer. I can read
the information on the drives directly. It's much faster doing that
than playing it back in real time. I had to look, because you weren't
giving me the information I needed to help you." He said "I don't
believe you!" I said "Are you aware that I never lie, and that the
Vatican has stated that?" He looked confused for a moment, and then
said, "I don't believe that." I said "It was live on CNN, shortly after
my last world love broadcast." He said "I don't believe that was you."
I said "I see we aren't going to be working together. I suggest you
treat the people you want to work with you, better, if you want good
work from them. Before I go, one more word of advice. I suggest you
don't tell anybody about this little situation." He said "I will so
tell everybody!"
I said "The advice was to help you, not me. I'm well known in the
music industry. I recently conducted the New York Philharmonic in a
concert. I premiered some original music in Vienna. Much of my album
recording was done here in this town, with TV and movie orchestras. I'm
known here. I've earned a lot of respect. If you say anything negative
about me to anybody in the industry, you might not find a composer who
would be willing to work with you, and I wouldn't blame them." He said
"I don't believe any of it." I said "Well, it's your career, not mine.
Oh, and one more thing. For you, a first time movie maker, I was going
to do it for free. Have a nice day." I stood and bowed, and then
silvery ported away. Hawk went almost hysterical at the director's
slack jawed surprise. He kept watch, and reported to me that the
director did tell people, and got a lot more than he expected in
return.
A few days later, I went to the next interview. I asked the director
the same questions, and he answered them in great detail, even playing
for me some themes he had in mind for his action film. I said "This is
much better than the last almost film score I didn't do." He laughed,
and said, "We all heard about that. Even that you advised him to keep
it quiet. He was outraged. I think he's er, singing a different tune,
now." I said "Good one!" He said "Nobody wants to work with him. I
don't feel sorry for him. He's too stupid to work in this business. Oh,
was his work any good?" I said "I think so." He said "I'll tell his
Oh! Don't worry, I'm not going to accuse you of lying, like that
bastard." I laughed, and said, "Sorry. I had to laugh. That's what he
called ME." He laughed. I said "I've duplicated your movie file, and
added the score. Same file name, but with 'score1' added to it." He
said "Wow!" I said "Not yet. Wait till you hear it. By the way, I like
your direction." He was still in shock, when he said, "Thanks." I said
"I'll be going now. Call me after you spend some time with it, for
changes." I stood, and so did he, and I bowed and ported away.
The next movie project was really different; a real space opera. I
asked him the same questions, and he said, "Like John Williams." I
said, "Oh, like did for the movie, 'The Cowboys'?" He said "He scored a
western? I didn't know that!" I said "The point I was trying to make,
is I can't do what he did. Only he could. I can only do what I do. Why
don't we try that, and see how it goes? From the beginning, now." He
told me, and even hummed some melodies and fanfares. I said "May I look
at your movie?" He said "Sure. I have it right here. In the screening
room, or on this monitor?" I said "I don't need those. I can see
computer files directly. Let's look at the new copy, with 'score1'
added to the file name." He was mystified, but started it, and was
completely astounded with the music playing during the opening credits.
We sat and watched the whole thing. He said "Wow!" Actually, he had a
lot of practice saying that during the movie. I said "It would sound
better in a full size theater. Anything you would like to change?" He
said "I can't think of anything right now. Actually, I just can't
think. That's amazing! That you can do that, and what you did!" I said
"Well, I like to work fast. I don't know what the arrangements my
manager made with you, but if there is money involved, it all goes to
charity." He said "Well worth it!" I said "Did you know I've composed
something before this, of an SF nature?" He said "A movie?" I said "No,
a ballet. Want to see it?" He said "An SF ballet? That I want to see!"
I said "Part of my once only one man show. A grand a ticket, and they
didn't know what they would see, and sold out immediately."
I said "The problem for me with that, was my manager didn't tell me
about the show until the evening before I was to go on. In the morning
when I saw the stage, I composed all the music and the arrangements,
and the dances, too. Here is a card of the whole show. I'll project
that dance at this wall, for convenience." I did that, and with full
audio. He had a LOT of wows for that. He said "Great music! But that
dance. It looks impossible!" I said "For anybody else, probably. I had
to do some healing after that. No special talents were used in the
dancing. All from skill and training. By the way, got any projects
lined up?" He said "I've been trying to buy the rights to some books,
but the publisher says the authors won't grant them." I said "Same
publisher for different authors, and you can't speak to them? Strange."
He said "Yes, and more than strange. It can't be the same writer. Too
many different subjects, and different styles." I said "Could be that
publisher specializes in penn named authors." He said "Could be." He
told me which books, and said, "Have you read any of them?" I said
"Titles suggest they are not all SF." He said "Right. Some are
historical."
I said "Why do you want to do the one about Masada? We know how the
story ends. Depressing." He said "The way its written, it's like the
author was right there. It's very visual. I like the last scene very
much, where Josephus was writing the history." I said "If you could get
it, when would you do it?" He said "In about three or four years." I
said "Would you be wanting to consult with the author in the making of
it?" He said "If he's available, yes I would." I said "I don't know how
commercial that would be, but if you do get it within the next eight
years, please consider me for the score. I know that kind of music. I
can also do some singing for it." He said "I will." I said "Maybe I
could have some influence on the publisher. I can check." He said "
Thank you! I would really appreciate that! Oh, and I'm Jewish." I said
"Mazel tov!"
said, "Call me if you want any changes to the score." I offered to hug
him, and he accepted, and I gave him all my love. I helped him to sit
down, and then said, "I'm not Jewish now, but I was in many past lives,
which I remember with total recall, such as the life that ended at
Masada." I ported home. Rose was poking the laughing Hawk. I helped
her. We wrestled around a while. Rose said "I like him. Going to do
it?" I said "I don't know. It's not going to be easy to make people go
see a movie where they know what happens in advance. A mass suicide is
NOT a happy thing." Hawk said "We should fund it. Call it education." I
said "Possible. If you want to, ask Chad and Pete." Rose said, "Will
that director put the pieces together?" I said "That I'm not watching,
is what makes that interesting. Sometimes knowing too much can take the
pleasure out of the unknown, becoming known." We all snuggled together,
and meditated on that, with love.
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