Quick post to share a brief but interesting article. When I was trying to decide what I wanted to be when I grew up (or if…) I would get very frustrated. I was always interested in doing LOTS of things. It took me a long time to find the career that was right for me. If you share that same confusion and frustration, take a look at this article over on Mashable. It contains a few quick tips to help stimulate your thinking.
This year, I found myself without anything to do on November 2, Day of the Dead, (or All Soul’s Day). I have been itching to go out with my camera recently and was presented with a perfect opportunity to go to the 14th annual Dia de los Muertos celebration at Hollywood Forever Cemetery. I won’t go into the meaning or history of Dia de los Muertos. There are other sites that explain it far more eloquently than I can. I’ll just say that for a very long time, we have had an altar in our home that contains pictures of those we have lost, both friends and family. The other items we have chosen to place there (calacas, calaveras, skulls, and artwork) are specific to the Latin celebration; even though neither of us have any Latin blood. While many cultures commemorate the holiday, the Latin cultures seem to have mastered the art of making it an actual celebration; a warm, welcoming of spirits that has long resonated with me.
We live about 25 minutes away, so I gave myself some time. After taking care of a few errands, I headed to Hollywood in earnest. An hour later, I was still sitting in traffic; having exited the freeway. The parking structures are full; there is no parking available on the streets and traffic is at a standstill. I circled the area, in vain, for another 30 minutes. My patience evaporated after nearly two hours in the car and I angrily decided that it just wasn’t worth it. Trying to salvage what was left of the evening, I headed to Amoeba Music on Sunset. For those who have never been to Amoeba, it’s a gigantic record store with albums, cd’s DVD/Blu-Rays, and all sorts of other goodies; pretty much the equivalent of church for me. It attracts all walks of life, which just adds to the overall awesome-ness of it.
Their structure was also full (argh), as was the flat lot (note to self – stay the *F* away from Hollywood on Saturday nights for the rest of your life). Frustrated and feeling thwarted at every turn I park next door at the Arclight Theater and walk across the street to Amoeba. The minute I crossed the threshold, I could feel my anger slipping away. Amoeba was full of people but I didn’t mind. Everyone was there because they love music; so the fact that it was crowded didn’t matter. The Best of Talking Heads was playing loudly, and one of my favorite songs of theirs (“Found A Job”) had just started, brightening my mood considerably.
I walked up and down the aisles with no plans; killing time and cooling off before I went home. I picked up one CD, then another, then…well, I might as well get a basket. Then another and another, until an hour later I had 21 CD’s. Some from bands I like, some from artists I’ve never heard off, and a lot of clearance holiday CD’s (it’s an addiction, perhaps a story for another time…). Happy with my lot, I headed to the register. Cheerful, multiple-piercings, blond-girl rang me up, took my cash, and wished me a super evening. I thought, “well, it IS starting to turn around…”
Back in my car, heading down Cahuenga at about 9:30 to make a left onto Melrose, against my better judgement I decided to swing by one of the structures that was closed earlier. What’s this? It’s open? I pay, I park, I walk up the block to Hollywood Forever. Super-short ticket line and I’m in.
I was not fully prepared for how incredible it was. It occurred to me that I was encountering a similar situation twice in one evening. Even though the event was full of people; they were all people who were there to celebrate; not necessarily to “party”, though it certainly was that. It was the oddest mix of celebratory, live-and-let-live, and chill-out vibes I think I’ve ever seen. There were so many people dressed up in elaborate costumes with their faces painted magnificently. The creativity and ingenuity that went into the headdresses and floral accents was just breathtakingly beautiful.
Many families and friends get together and build altars. These range from simple and thoughtful to elaborate structures. There were altars that included dining room tables like the photo above. Each place setting featured a photo of the deceased, a plate of their favorite food, a calavera effigy dressed in their clothing, and on the back of each chair was a biography of the deceased. Another altar featured a long-wedded couple and their bed. Each altar was softly illuminated with the glow of candlelight (quite a lot, in fact) which, even though artificial, imparted an ethereal beauty to the grounds.
Everywhere I turned there were more creative and interesting costumes. Rows and rows of tents contained Dia de los Muertos arts and crafts (I picked up a small, black, carved skull for our altar at home), as well as delicious savory and sweet treats. I lost count of the number of face-painting booths! Numerous bands played on various stages throughout the grounds.
And many altars.
There were two altars that got to me. The first, shown below, was fabricated of multiple cards. The cards were strung on twine between posts, in multiple rows. Suspended from the posts were white Christmas lights. Each of the cards represented someone whose death was a hate-related crime; and contained a sentiment from family or friends, wishing the deceased well. There were hundreds of cards. To see so many was overwhelming and deeply affecting.
One of the last stops I made was at the altar pictured below. It was tucked into a quiet corner of a mausoleum. The woman tending to it was engaged in conversation as I approached. I knelt down, snapped the photo below and stood up. She approached me, “Are you a pro”? I told her no, that I was just there to celebrate and pay my respects. She was there for her son; a 13 year old boy, who died 13 years ago. His altar featured several photos (you can see him on his skateboard in the left of the pic), many candles, and flowers set on a plank that was stretched across two old, wooden chairs. I saw many beautiful altars that night but this one, in it’s simplicity, affected me deeply. I didn’t ask about the details and she didn’t offer. We talked for ten minutes; mostly about the holiday itself, how wonderful the crowd was, what a “Peace Full” night it was; and how it’s important to celebrate those who have passed. We wished each other a wonderful evening.
Maybe it’s because I have a nephew who just turned 14 or maybe it’s because I’ve been involved with three shows this year that all involved Matthew Shepard. Regardless, all I could think of as I was walking away were the words of Judy Shepard in The Laramie Project, “Go home, hug your kids, and don’t let a day go by without telling them how much you love them”.
A few minutes before midnight, walking toward the exit, I could hear one of the bands playing their last song. Out of the night sky, floating on a cool November breeze, were the words of John Lennon.
“Imagine there’s no heaven
It’s easy if you try
No hell below us
Above us only sky
Imagine all the people
Living for today…”
I’m so incredibly thrilled that I made myself go back that evening after it had gotten off to such a crappy start. It reminded me of a very simple lesson – sometimes we need to deal with a little B.S. and unrelated garbage to get to something magical. I was heading home. I was done. And something told me to try again. I’m grateful for that voice, from wherever it came. There’s something powerful in resolving to try once more – no matter what the challenge, large or small.
Sometimes we need to be pushed to go and do.
This year, we had the opportunity for an incredible evening. On Halloween night, we attended the Nokia Theater to see Danny Elfman’s “Music from the Films of Tim Burton”.I have long been a fan of both artists. I never got to see Danny Elfman perform with Oingo Boingo during their legendary annual L.A. Halloween shows. It was only fitting that this show was on Halloween night in a city that dearly loves him.
Danny has said in interviews that looking back does not excite him; that he prefers to stay focused on the future. But on this, the 20th anniversary of “The Nightmare Before Christmas”, it felt like an assessment of accomplishments was in order. Danny worked with his arrangers to craft an evening’s worth of music, pulled from his 28 years of film scores; and asked Tim Burton to provide his character sketches as well as film footage of their work together. They performed several dates in London earlier this month and came to L.A. to play the Halloween show. The Oct. 31st date sold out quickly so Oct. 29 and 30 were added. The show was played by the 94-piece Hollywood Symphony Orchestra (many members of which have performed on Elfman’s score recordings) and the 49-voice Page L.A. Choir
Act 1 included Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, Pee-Wee’s Big Adventure, Beetlejuice, Sleepy Hollow, Mars Attacks, Big Fish, and Batman/Batman Returns. Of these, Sleepy Hollow and the Batman suite were incredible standouts. The arrangement for Sleepy Hollow wove the different themes together in a brilliant tapestry of dark, majestic music; and soaring above it all, a young boy (couldn’t have been more than 12 years old) with an angelic, crystalline voice. Batman took me back to my first time seeing the film in 1989. Full of gothic mystery and thrilling bombast, the score felt new to me. While I am a huge fan of Christopher Nolan’s Batman trilogy, I had forgotten just how much I loved Burton’s take on the dark knight.
Act 2 included Planet of the Apes, Corpse Bride, Dark Shadows, Frankenweenie, Edward Scissorhands, The Nightmare Before Christmas, and Alice in Wonderland.
The arrangements for Corpse Bride and Edward Scissorhands were exquisite, showcasing the surprising variety of music found in each. The music from Edward Scissorhands is achingly beautiful, full of melancholy and a bittersweet longing for something simpler, something real.
And then, the opening notes of The Nightmare Before Christmas began. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t get emotional. I have loved this film for twenty years; and out of the Tim Burton canon, the character I identify the most with is Jack Skellington. Jack is a creator; he is enthralled with doing something “new”. He longs to do something different. He is a child of wonder – and I’ve always been inspired by the sheer innocence and purity of his intentions. As the overture came to it’s conclusion, the man who gave voice to Jack Skellington strode across the stage, stepped up to the mic, and began singing “Jack’s Lament”.
“Oh, somewhere deep inside of these bones
An emptiness began to grow
There’s something out there, far from my home
A longing that I’ve never known…”
Acting the part, grabbing the mic, shaking his fists, stalking the stage, Danny Elfman became Jack – pouring his soul into the songs. It’s SO rare to see someone nakedly giving a performance of PASSION these days. No auto-tune, no back-up dancers, no exploding set pieces, no fancy lights; just pure, raw emotion. The next song, “Jack’s Obsession” was wonderful, sung with the confusion and curiosity it deserves. Danny followed that by introducing Catherine O’Hara (the original voice of Sally). Her thin, ghost-like voice beautifully captured all of the wistful vulnerability in “Sally’s Song”. The orchestra then launched into “What’s This?” as footage from that scene in the film unspooled on a giant screen with Danny playfully singing along, evoking the wonder and joy of seeing Christmas for the first time. He closed the set with “Poor Jack” (probably my favorite song from the film). As he traced Jack’s confusion, regret, and despair, his voice caught with emotion. As Jack’s regret turns to resolve and acceptance of who he truly is, Danny reached down deep and bellowed, “That’s right, I AM THE PUMPKIN KING!”.
It was like he had waited his entire life to sing that live; and the roof nearly lifted off the theater from the audience reaction. This is a man who clearly misses being on stage; and whose audience clearly adores him.
Finally, after the orchestra played the music from Alice in Wonderland, Danny came back out onstage for a rousing finale with “Oogie Boogie”. Catherine O’Hara joined him for bows. Just when it seemed like bows were over, out walked Tim Burton. I nearly died. The three stood and bowed, along with conductor John Mauceri, soaking up the adulation.
Since the show, I’ve thought a lot about long working relationships; how one person can enhance another person’s art; how artists can inspire each other; how one person looks at a blank page and sees images, whereas another person looks at a blank page and sees music. Danny has said in interviews that his working relationship with Tim is not easy; that each film is a little bit of a struggle. I understand that – sometimes you have to work through challenges to get to the core, to what’s good. Regardless of the difficulty it’s very obvious they inspire each other in a myriad of ways.
I came away from the show uplifted, enthralled, inspired, and determined to embrace a higher level of passion.