May 25, 2013
I have long envisioned myself someday attempting to create a novel. In part because of my deep love and respect for Dick, Asimov, Heinlein, Herbert,
Gibson and a host of others…but also because of the challenge as an artist to leap into another art form. I have had a very interesting and satisfying career as a musician from my rock n roll childhood, through my years as a NYC studio musician, then jingle writer, record company exec and then TV and film composer. And I am still very much a composer and guitarist. It’s not that I have moved away from these amazing journeys. I think I just wanted to try expression in a language other than music.
Writing a novel as a professional musician is an exercise in crossing artistic disciplines. The perspective of a film and TV composer such as myself is unique in that we ad our touches at the end of the creation. Music is addressed in post production for the most part, with the rare exceptions of musicals, theme songs and an occasional source cue made to order. Thus,the composer finesses what is already there, adding colors to a work of art that already has a rhythm, a look a story and a emotional curve. Not that our impact is any less intense. Just turn off the music in Star Wars or Star Trek and it becomes very obvious. But music accompanies the story, it paints emotional colors behind and through, it pushes the action but it doesn’t tell the story.
Like the author of a book, a composer faces a blank page and must create. But in film and TV that composer’s page already has lines on it, time limits, cultural and stylistic determinates. The novelist’s blank page is completely blank–scarily blank. The novelist’s power is almost god-like, creating lives and taking them away, making worlds from a personal pov, evolving characters and their private voyages into literary existence.
It was an immense challenge to begin this quest, to screw up the courage and energy to move ahead. I have stopped and started again numerous times due
to life situations, lack of inspiration or other pursuits. But I kept finding myself drawn back to the page–to an unfinished story, a unrealized idea.
I’d like to discuss this more on this blog, but for now, I welcome you to the Zxap Jacket Blog and encourage you to leave comments or ask questions.