11 January 2011



And yet there is nobility in any profession. Albeit tongue-in-cheek, this was not meant as a jab at truck drivers but rather an acknowledgment that our childhood dreams sometimes, sadly, go unfulfilled. When I was maybe three years old I wanted to be an elephant when I grew up. As of today, that dream remains unfulfilled. I'm still holding out though. I took this photo on a walk around town just to see what I could see. Sort of an empty slate day creatively speaking, but I like doing that from time to time, every once in a while inspiration finds you. Austin This is one of my very favorite photos of Andy's thus far, and one he took very early on. I spent several weeks debating how best to try and capture it with music. It seemed it needed something special. What I've ended up with is something actually quite simple ... a longing French Horn solo over a humming choir. This piece of music is a particular example which makes me desperately wish it was feasible to record live orchestra each time I need it. How I would kill to hear one of my LA horn players on that melody ... but alas I have to live with samples for now. In any case, the sense of nobility, and quite humility, which leaps out of this photo for me is obviously the final direction I went in. No irony, no hidden winking or any of the sort. Just warmth.

1 comment:

  1. As Andy knows, I consider these words to live by. Having a son who is 15, and being able to witness firsthand the boundless confidence of young adulthood emerging in him, has given me the opportunity to reflect on what it is that makes think we can all be astronauts. Being at a point in your personal growth curve in which every year brings huge gains over last year really does tend to make a person think anything is possible. After all, look how far I've come since last year!

    Of course this party eventually comes to an end, and the growth curve flattens out. Now in my late 30s, it is my hope that I will continue to grow and add capacities until my dotage, even as I lose some capacities with age. (To wit, I cannot now eat pizza and drink beer without suffering heartburn. Sadly, I wasted valuable years in my early 20s doing the latter but eschewing the former. Don't let this happen to you!) Still, the real fact that life is not always up and to the right anymore demands that I more soberly appraise myself and my abilities. Ideally, this results in greater maturity and a more efficient ability to use what gifts I have, but if this developmental transition is not navigated well, it can result in bitterness and disappointment. If it is not navigated at all, it can result in arrested development and a failed adulthood.

    Which would be a shame.