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(That Was) The Week (That Was).
Jan. 15th, 2006 12:44 pmWell... what a week.
Survived the sinking ship of fools for a little longer - in a perfect world, I won't need to find another job before the planned move to Melbourne in the 2nd half of the year, but as we all know, it's a far from perfect world & thus more likely I'll need to find a stopgap income between soon & then. Which doesn't do much for the work history on paper, though there are pretty good (& bad) reasons for the job-jumping around over the last year. One (more) bad sign at work is that all 3 sales staff are now talking openly & pessimistically about the company's (lack of a) future. At least I know I'm not alone in my foreboding.
Finished the short film soundtrack, after what my foil & I reckon is about 20 hours work for about 6 minutes of music. It was a lot of fun though, despite my misgivings at the start about the quality of our first ideas. 12 bar acoustic blues, mock Queen-style anthems, a hybrid of Wildflower by The Cult & Come Said The Boy by Mondo Rock, a couple of (almost) blatant rip-offs of TV & movie cop show themes & one genuinely unsettling piece of threatening atmosphere music... well, there had to be something of my preferred genre in there. In the paper today, it said that film-makers have 4 days to get their Tropfest entries in. Now to see if 'Score' makes the cut. Even if it doesn't, it was still a good exercise in composing music to order, working in multiple styles, meeting a deadline & hey... there are plenty of other film festivals to enter.
Booked my tickets for the trip to Melbourne in the 2nd week of February & have asked Melbourne Elizabeth to see about accommodation in the Elwood/Windsor/St Kilda area for 4 nights (9th - 12th), as my sister has decided that a shopping trip would be good for her. Look out Chapel St - here she comes!! Broached the subject of my relocation with one of my bands yesterday & presented them with the options of either moving down there with me (which I don't want), setting myself up to record on a computer & swapping files by e-mail (expensive, but possible), or finding a replacement guitarist (On the whole, the most preferable - yesterday's 'jam' was singularly uninspiring).
And then, on Wednesday, my father was diagnosed with colon cancer. He's going into hospital on Tuesday to get a medium-sized tumour removed & a bowel resection. On the diagram I saw, there's a lot of internal plumbing that's coming out - which is either a major worry, or a case of science simplifying nature's over-engineering of the human digestive tract. He'll be in for 10 days & I've been told to stay away for the first 3, as I "may not like what I see". Like hell I'll stay away! Despite the shortcomings & shortfalls in our long term parent/child relationship, he's still my father & filial bonds stick fast. Given that this is his 3rd encounter with cancer (each progressively more serious), the only thing that gets me is that our family was committed to seeing a slow decay from Parkinson's disease, which has been gradually taking hold for a few years, but now a faster, nastier threat has moved in & benign old Parkinson's may not get the chance to finish the job before the big C steals its thunder. Personally, with those choices, I'd start playing truck tag in the middle of the M7 motorway... on a scooter.
So my physically fit, non-smoking father gets cancer, while my 40+ years of smoking, less active mother rarely gets so much as a cold... Pass me the Peter Stuyvesants - the more tar the better!!! And open another bottle of red wine for good measure...
Survived the sinking ship of fools for a little longer - in a perfect world, I won't need to find another job before the planned move to Melbourne in the 2nd half of the year, but as we all know, it's a far from perfect world & thus more likely I'll need to find a stopgap income between soon & then. Which doesn't do much for the work history on paper, though there are pretty good (& bad) reasons for the job-jumping around over the last year. One (more) bad sign at work is that all 3 sales staff are now talking openly & pessimistically about the company's (lack of a) future. At least I know I'm not alone in my foreboding.
Finished the short film soundtrack, after what my foil & I reckon is about 20 hours work for about 6 minutes of music. It was a lot of fun though, despite my misgivings at the start about the quality of our first ideas. 12 bar acoustic blues, mock Queen-style anthems, a hybrid of Wildflower by The Cult & Come Said The Boy by Mondo Rock, a couple of (almost) blatant rip-offs of TV & movie cop show themes & one genuinely unsettling piece of threatening atmosphere music... well, there had to be something of my preferred genre in there. In the paper today, it said that film-makers have 4 days to get their Tropfest entries in. Now to see if 'Score' makes the cut. Even if it doesn't, it was still a good exercise in composing music to order, working in multiple styles, meeting a deadline & hey... there are plenty of other film festivals to enter.
Booked my tickets for the trip to Melbourne in the 2nd week of February & have asked Melbourne Elizabeth to see about accommodation in the Elwood/Windsor/St Kilda area for 4 nights (9th - 12th), as my sister has decided that a shopping trip would be good for her. Look out Chapel St - here she comes!! Broached the subject of my relocation with one of my bands yesterday & presented them with the options of either moving down there with me (which I don't want), setting myself up to record on a computer & swapping files by e-mail (expensive, but possible), or finding a replacement guitarist (On the whole, the most preferable - yesterday's 'jam' was singularly uninspiring).
And then, on Wednesday, my father was diagnosed with colon cancer. He's going into hospital on Tuesday to get a medium-sized tumour removed & a bowel resection. On the diagram I saw, there's a lot of internal plumbing that's coming out - which is either a major worry, or a case of science simplifying nature's over-engineering of the human digestive tract. He'll be in for 10 days & I've been told to stay away for the first 3, as I "may not like what I see". Like hell I'll stay away! Despite the shortcomings & shortfalls in our long term parent/child relationship, he's still my father & filial bonds stick fast. Given that this is his 3rd encounter with cancer (each progressively more serious), the only thing that gets me is that our family was committed to seeing a slow decay from Parkinson's disease, which has been gradually taking hold for a few years, but now a faster, nastier threat has moved in & benign old Parkinson's may not get the chance to finish the job before the big C steals its thunder. Personally, with those choices, I'd start playing truck tag in the middle of the M7 motorway... on a scooter.
So my physically fit, non-smoking father gets cancer, while my 40+ years of smoking, less active mother rarely gets so much as a cold... Pass me the Peter Stuyvesants - the more tar the better!!! And open another bottle of red wine for good measure...
