john debney's tracks from The Passion
that are an absolute rip off of james horner's Glory
score (and yet still inferior).
if you listen to them back to back it becomes more and more obvious: same cadence, tempo, shifts, and swells. debney's score just has (literally) fewer notes and no trumpets.
it's kind of perverse, i think. like listening to hans zimmer's score on Carnivale
(shudder) ~ the humanity!
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i've been trying to organize the mess that has become my hard drive over the last few years. i've been especially horrid about squirreling away drafts of things. the James scene i posted earlier is actually written in a "review" file with film notes. hardly where it belongs!
this is compounded by the fact that i not only squirrel, but hoarde. so i have folders within folders of things i've lost track of. recently i posted about losing a critical scene. today, whilst cleansing the beastly folders, i not only found it, but a lot of other miscellany which i had forgotten about.
the most perplexing to wit:
The Day John Wilkes Booth Robbed C & R and/or Beautiful Snow (variously called)
a weird time-travel novel about John Wilkes Booth. C & R was a men's clothier back in the day and the impetus for the story was a dream i had while under the influence of paint fumes. i had fallen asleep face down on a book about the assassination of lincoln (broke the spine even) and dreamt that j.w. booth and lewis paine were robbing C & R (the manager being the character actor who used to come out on the irish spring commercials) ~ i think i posted here in lj a million years ago, an illustration that i made of this dream.
anyway this novel was lost in an infamous hard drive crash in 1991. only bits and pieces were recovered. probably a good thing since it's really wretched, but i feel a little nostalgic for things about it that are gone that i remember. all that remains is a couple of scenes, a couple of unreadable chapter files (now in the trash), and a prologue of the hanging of the assassination conspirators.
the basic premise: the lincoln conspirators (not entirely on good terms with one another) are resurrected in 1984 to save a gubernatorial (and future presidential) candidate from being assasinated. but they're squabbling over loyalties from the outcome of the last mess, and trying to cope with the modern world at the same time (insert ample time-travel-style hilarity).
the end scene was brilliant ~ they're at an antebellum cotillion fund raising banquet when the deed goes down and the candidate, whose name was something Abrahams (can't remember) is dressed, of course, like lincoln ~ and i think he's a black man (and booth, of course, is dressed like booth). it's so so silly.
this has to be the weirdest story i've ever conceived. i honestly dunno what i was thinking at the time.
it's strange that i saved these bits and pieces from a book that i lost (no hard copy exists). i was tempted to just chuck the files, but i'll save one for posterity. if nothing else it has what i think is a nice flashback from j.w.'s childhood with his brother edwin.
when i look at this lost project i realize: you know what? i did
write fanfiction when i was a teenager.
anway, i also found half a dozen other drafts of things (mostly unfinished). i corralled them, and stuffed them in a folder labeled "Dead Ends". one day i'll likely purge them completely.
two finished novels ( The Dissolute Heir
~ my 700-page jack the ripper novel and Stain the Earth Red
~ my 900-page dances with wolves epic) were reformatted and likewise stored away. i tossed all the extra drafts and notes. i still may one day rewrite Stain the Earth Red
, but it sure feels good to clear the hundred documents that were drafts and bits and pieces of it.
no novel ever needs to be 900 pages long. i must have been on crack when i wrote that.
i was certainly amibitous back then. i churned out a lot of words. those books were written more than fifteen years ago. if i didn't value them for what they taught me, i'd find that (and the fact of them being pretty much "garbage" that should never see the light of day) depressing.
it's all good. cleaning house is good. now if i can get my Razi-el folder under control, i'll be a very happy camper and better prepared to start doing some more writing.
it's like when i was a child and didn't want to clean my room: i crammed everything under my bed time and time again. finally one day my sister took a broom and dragged all that stuff out and it was such a huge pile of junk to clean up that i have since vowed never to put anything under my bed (and to this day haven't). maybe from here on out i'll stop squirreling and hoarding and i'll keep my files better organized.
one can hope ~ !