the more I've resisted the further I've been sucked into using music in my filmmaking/storytelling. music is a personal thing to me. some things can only be explained or understood with a melody underneath them and I've dealt with so much that I have had to explain to myself.

Music can make sense of death, love, hate, frustration, fear, loneliness, and friendship among other things. After the song's over you can't really use words to explain what it means in regular terms you just have to let those who have ears... hear what you sang. and as it's so personal... I don't really want to use it as my livelihood. I don't want a million people to see it. Not because I'm afraid it won't sell or that people won't like it... people will like it and it will sell if I market it right. It's because people will see the real me... unaltered and undiluted... the raw and gritty Geoff set loose to a tune. Not the happy fun joker bouncing from person to person smiling and laughing... more like the other joker... the one with the scars.

Well I've been listening to more musicals than I can possibly name. It's my recent obsession (I'm hoping it'll tithe me over until the new anberlin album comes out... September 30th!!) My listening habits go like that... I'll hear some genre I love and then I'll beat it to a pulp listening to it every chance I get and then try to emulate it even in my own recordings. the problem with Broadway's genre is that the fantastic musicals vary greatly in style but the not so great ones only mimic the greats... simultaneously everything is fresh and redundant. bizarre.

so now that I've been eating up Sweeney Todd, Jekyll and Hyde, Avenue Q, 25th Annual Putnam County Spelling Bee, The Drowsy Chaperone, Les Miserables, Phantom of the Opera, Oliver, and yes even Dr. Horrible's Sing Along Blog.... I've decided I might just try my hand, ear, and pen at such a thing. writing a musical that is... not being in one. Though maybe... if I write one that involves a singing tree... I'll be in it too.

todays bouquet is made of Zinnia: thoughts of missing old friends.

wow that bouquet thing sounded kinda queer but I just like the meanings behind flowers that's all. It's a cool literary device of saying something without saying anything... think beauty and the beast. the rose wilts and what does that mean. love is dead.. it comes back to life and we all go Yay!! love isn't dead anymore!! people should be cultured that other flowers besides roses can mean something, irises, carnations, daffodils, they all have deep and profound meanings. Before I learned that I thought they were just plants.

GEOFF