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May 8, 2016 - 3:35 PM
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Howard L
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Is this the oldest thread on this board?
what happened to parts 1-2A?
One of the oldest, yes.
The original "Weird Dreams" thread was posted on moviemusic.com (not by me!), back when FSM people had migrated there after millennium turnover issues at FSM. This would be early 2000. Then "Part 2" was posted at the refurbished FSM site on September 1, 2000. However, just one month later, they refurbished again (into its current format), so I had to re-post, calling it "Part 2B".
Sadly, the moviemusic.com board was disbanded a few years ago, so no way to access the original thread now. But I seem to remember Howard L having discovered a back door link to the ol' board. If so, I'll let him chime in.
Oh wow uh...possibly it's still out there but right now can't recall if I've come across it. If I do you KNOW it'll be resurrected via link.
The Y2K glitch or whatever lasted here until at least July per the JG Detroit concert threads at moviemusic. Will try to nail this all down in near future.
In the meantime, try this one on for size:
http://moviemusic.com/mb/Forum1/HTML/001291.html
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I was talking to JNH about who composed what music for THE DARK KNIGHT that he shared credit with HZ.
JNH claimed that HE wrote all the themes and Hanz wrote the underscore!
"Even that 2-note theme?" I exclaimed. Yes, said JNH "I wrote that also"
SCOOP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
brm
ALso dreamed I was sitting in the balcony w/Ennio discussing his score to H8 while we watched the film together!
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I'm looking to hear a certain cuem from one of Henry Mancini's films, being recorded live. I get an invitation to go to a session!
Then I totally blow it off. And I talk to Mancini himself, and he lets me come to another session later (he's doing a series of sessions for the Muzak market).
Then, I remember: Henry Mancini is dead. So, who was I talking to?
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Another one, two in one week!
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I'm going to a Goldsmith presentation, where JG himself will reminisce about his work from onstage.
I end up sitting backstage (wow!) and can only find an old-fashioned psychiatrist's couch to sit on.
Harry Shearer is there, too.
But before the performance, I run into JG himself and he asks me if I have any candy. I hand him my clear-ish, white-ish mechanical pencil, which he starts to play like a whistle. I think "Jerry Goldsmith saliva on my pencil. I should save it!"
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Last week I dreamed that I was going to Alex North's house. It was on Ben Avenue, in Los Angeles, somewhere south of Olympic, near Crenshaw.
I also visited Farmer Kendall's office, which looked like a room in a flophouse. (Sorry, FK!  )
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This week, Laurence Rosenthal led me to his basement.
It was a VERY steep and VERY dark stairway. I had to hang onto the railing to make sure I didn't stumble.
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Has anyone ever here fallen asleep while listening to film music? And if you have, were you able to hear the music while while dreaming?
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John Williams was conducting a concert of avant-garde classical music. I was looking at the score with him. The score was a mess of abstract symbols shapes that were indecipherable!
JE told me not to worry, he could read it just fine
LOL!
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This week, Laurence Rosenthal led me to his basement.
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wait just a second!!!!
are you telling me you actually know what he even looks like?
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Has anyone ever here fallen asleep while listening to film music? And if you have, were you able to hear the music while while dreaming?
A few times, but I rarely listen to music in bed. I have chronic tinnitus, which means I often use a "sound pillow" with soothing sound instead. More effective and comfortable than having earplugs.
I have, however, often composed music in my dreams, as I'm sure have many others. Often, it's been spectacular music as well -- composed and developped as I was dreaming it (simultaneous composition). Wish I knew how to notate music, so I could get up and write it down when it happened.
That's really interesting, Thor. It happens to me too, but much less frequently than when I was young(er). Did we ever have a thread devoted to that?
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[startquote I was looking at the score with him. The score was a mess of abstract symbols shapes that were indecipherable!
JE told me not to worry, he could read it just fine
That's downright funny!
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This week, Laurence Rosenthal led me to his basement.
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wait just a second!!!!
are you telling me you actually know what he even looks like?
Actually, yeah. I've seen him enough times.
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Oct 26, 2016 - 1:31 AM
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Thor
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I've been dreaming a LOT and particularly weirdly over the last year or so; clearly my body/brain is working desperately to rid itself of real-life trauma through dreams (yes, I'm a Freudian).
A glimpse of a dream last night:
I remember communicating with someone from Boston Pops on e-mail, asking them if they wanted me as host for one of their big John Williams concerts (not conducted by the man himself). The person said 'sure, why not?', and then flashforward to me apparently having travelled across the pond.
I was with some friends, exploring an area that was NOT Boston. I was on some sort of holiday, wearing only shorts and T-shirt. Suddenly, I realized it was just 15 minutes to the concert started which I was supposed to host. I rushed to the venue, and only as I got closer did I realize that T-shirt and shorts was perhaps not the most appropriate attire.
Then I remember running through these maze of corridors of a venue that was FAR larger than Symphony Hall in Boston. The venue was more like a stadium, closer to Hollywood Bowl, in fact -- but not with quite as steep seating (and it was indoors). And I was now underneath this 'stadium', trying to find the artist entrance just as the first audience members were seaping in.
I eventually found it (got through security just by saying "I'm hosting the show"), and found a group of arrangers sitting in a couch area, obviously planning the event. They met me with reserved enthusiasm. They said I could get a smoking in the room next door, no problem (they have everything planned out in the US!). So I got in and a tailor-type person helped me into the smoking, then I continued running to the 'operations' room to get information on the proceedings. I only now realized I hadn't prepared anything at all, and would just need to take it as it comes (I didn't even know the programme). Anyways, after wandering through a mud-filled corridor(!), and having to remove my shiny shoes, I got into the room.
"Who's the boss?", I said to the first person I met at top of a gallery-like staircase, and he pointed to a person down below -- a rough-looking French(?) guy wearing caps and military T-shirt, with a headset, clearly giving orders to others, all stressed out. I got down and said "here I am! I will be hosting the show, right?". He paused for a moment and said "no, I don't think so. We don't use hosts". I looked back in shock. "But I've travelled here all the way from Norway...". "Well", he responded, "you need to get in touch with the right persons beforehand. You need to get back in line now", and then he arrogantly moved on.
So that was that. All this stress for nothing. What a downer ending. But slightly humouous -- and surprisingly coherent for my dreams.
I think it's very clear that my subconscious is trying to rid itself of trauma considering my real-life job rejections and other things, plus my deep trauma of never having met Williams despite multiple efforts.
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You're a FREUDIAN? I'm sure you're not! Swap him for Jung anyway.
It just looks like a frustration dream about not progressing in some sort of career path as fast as you'd like. Expectations being thwarted. And not sure if you're ready. The tough beachmaster in the cans represents a practical conformist shadow. Harder, and bigger to crack (huge arena) than you thought, brings you down to 'earth', the mud.
But y'see, it's too straightforward. It's a bit like a dream a person would have when on light medication, like a non-steroidal anti-inflamm, or a painkiller, or even a lot of heavy cheese. It takes things from your everyday concerns and scavenges them for raw material. That's also what fictional dreams in novels tend to do, because the real unconscious isn't at play. No 'surprises'.
It could represent your relationships on this board even.
But if it really WAS a deep one, Williams again could be your deepest true self that you need to reach through so many layers.
But I would seriously think twice about exposing yourself on a public site like this, because that's what dreams do. Most folk will dismiss them as subjective nonsense, and their analyses, but you could cast your pearls in unworthy or even dangerous places, thinking it's a game. A sharp analyst will even read a fictitious dream, because they too are products of the unconscious, once-removed.
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