3 weeks ago, I was asked to complete 15 songs for a Taiwan record label by end-March. And yes, I managed to complete it within the timeline. Not because I wrote one new song a day. Actually, I was already told of my assignment 4 months back. My methodology of working on a project is that during my free time I compose my songs in rough concepts, never forcing myself to complete the song. Over time, I would have many song ideas, sketches, mostly incomplete.
Then when the deadline is given, I will then revisit all my concepts, review them, redevelop them, modify them, eventually moulding them into the final product. Then I record, mix and master them all at one go. This is to ensure audio consistency across the tracks. That’s how I produce 16 songs in 3 weeks.
I celebrated my project completion with a movie, “Shooter”. I walked into the show, not knowing what to expect (which seldom happens) because 1) Our movie vouchers is near expiry; 2) The movie was a sneak preview and so no review yet. All I can say is that it’s entertaining, but it’s quite a B-grade movie with plots taken from all over the Hollywood archives. Don’t expect intelligent storylines or fantastic cinematography, but it does its job of entertaining me for 2 hours. It’s probably better than Mr. Bean’s Holiday. Speaking of which, the latest Bean adventure deploys the same formula as the TV series instead of the more vocally-dramatic first movie. In other words, Rowan gets 99% of the entire movie airtime and 1% dialogue.
But the best movie of the month has to be “300”. It appeals to both men and women, because of the showcases of great bodies from both sexes. The movie is post-processed with great artistic effects. With computer technology, it’s time movie producers take on all these tales and throw in some visually-stunning cinematics. Some critics may claim that the script lacks depth or that there are inferences to the current political scene, but if everyone were to watch the movies from an entertainment perspective, then these underlying messages will never be made significant enough to warrant an uproar. Afterall, art is all about interpretation. Why should we follow another person’s way of interpreting the work, when all of us have a mind of our own?