Tuesday, March 25, 2014

Paging Mr. Herman – A Retrospective on Childhood Insanity


Who the hell does this "Tim Burton" character think he is?  If he ever gets a shot at directing that 2nd movie someday, he needs to be closely monitored - for Tim Burton is the creator of childhood trauma the likes of which Elián González never imagined (too soon?)
               
 I'm sure the conversation went a little something like this as I strode towards my mother in our local video store, VHS in hand:

JOHN: "Hey mom!  This looks fun; it's got a guy and a bike on the cover!" 
MOM: "Sure!  I've heard tell of this Peewee character, and he seems like a wholesome comedian of great substance.  We will rent this motion picture for your childhood enjoyment."
JOHN: "Yay!"

2 Hours later I approached my mother with the look of a weary old man who had been to The Mountains of Madness.

MOM: "Son, you look rather distraught, as if your childhood has just come crashing down upon you."
JOHN: "Large…Marge…sent…me……."
MOM: "Who is this Marge you speak of?"
JOHN: "Clowns…everywhere…and the devil…fat devil…melted the bike…kept saying 'Now!'

The rest is history.  How in Lovecraft's name did this movie get placed into the kid's section of my video store?  Let's see: mangled corpse trucker ghost, wild animals with demonic glowing eyes, Pee Wee getting mugged (by Tim Burton) in an alleyway (also the funniest part of the movie), a magic shop of ungodly horrors, clowns…just…so many evil clowns, snakes, and to cap it all off…Texas.

I hated that movie as a kid.  It destroyed any hope I had of being a tough guy...I was officially petrified of Paul Reubens (was I right, or wrong in the end?)  Something always stuck with me though, even beyond the waking nightmares whenever I closed my eyes…that score.  I had no idea why I loved the breakfast machine so much…I had seen a breakfast machine in Back to the Future prior to that.  When you've seen one breakfast machine, you've seen them all, am I right?

Elfman tends to get a lot of crap by some for being an "untrained composer."  Sure, the snob in me is skeptical about who wrote what parts of what-have-you, and that bothers me.  But you know what?  Danny Elfman dove from being a popular rock musician into the horrifying land of film composing, and his simplistic (intentional!) playful score rocked that movie.  Even the…(shudder)…clown scene had music that was so steeped in irony and childish cracked out carnival nightmare that you can't help but appreciate that horrible, horrible scene.  And Danny Elfman would go on to never sound like a circus, or use oom-pah-pah's again.  The End.

Seriously though – this was Elfman's first chance to make an impression on the film world, and he created a score so unique in its simplicity and insanity, that you have to give him all the credit in the world.  Even watching the DVD with the isolated music track and Elfman's commentary is a joy.  Listen to how happy that guy is to be reliving the process he used in scoring that movie!  I may have been horrified and traumatized while watching the movie, but darnit, the filmmakers clearly enjoyed themselves!  If you haven't checked out that DVD with Danny's isolated score/commentary, I suggest you check it out to hear a composer have a fun time visiting an old friend.

As a final note, I currently love me some Pee-wee's Big Adventure.  My wife hates it, and says I'm a child for enjoying it.  I think she might be underhandedly complimenting me.  Probably not, though.


John Ross Jesensky


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Monday, March 10, 2014

What This Site is All About



We all remember it – the very first time we saw a movie that completely blew our minds.  Maybe it was even the film that drove us to know what we wanted to do with the rest of our lives.  It didn't have to be anything critically acclaimed.  If the first movie to blow you away was Citizen Kane, you are either a dirty, dirty liar, or didn't see your first flick until you took that "film appreciation" class in college.  No, I'm talking about the first colorful, or thrilling, or wondrous experience you had – probably before your feet could even touch the sticky soda (please God, let it just be soda) covered theater floor.
                
            My name is John Jesensky, and I’m a film composer (hold your applause).  This isn't an AA meeting, but it might as well be.  Either way, horrible life decisions, long periods of hazy perspective, and a self-destructive personality drove me to become a film composer in this economy.  You know what though?  I don't want to talk about all of that garbage.  I don't want to hear what rig you are using (I'm sure your grandma is proud of it), I don't care who you interned for (though if they are looking for an assistant, please forward my invisible resume). 

This blog is not a place to discuss our technical and job-based problems of being a composer.  This place is meant to be a storm shelter; refuge for weary travelers.  We are often so busy being "professionals" that we don't take the time to just drop the pessimism and just talk about the movies and music we love ("dig" for you Village-types…I know who you are.)

My mind was blown by Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (1990).  Afterwards, I had to lay in the bathtub of sketchy farmhouse for a week while a wayward drifter poured water on me – that's how much that movie kicked the crap out of my feeble brain.  To be fair, part of the wonder was probably brought on by the pain meds I was on.  See, on that day, I was helping my dad chop wood out in the front yard.  Guess which dumb 6 year old decided to run over to his dad mid-swing.  It is by the grace of God that I have the two thumbs to point at myself and say "this guy!" 

I escaped my near de-handing with a slightly worse than normal cut (I grew up in the 80's…my parents put a Band-Aid on it and sent me on my way), and was taken to see Ninja Turtles by my would-be executioner/father.  This was the very first movie I had the privilege to watch in the theaters – on the "big screen."  As I slowly bled out (did I mention I was viciously attacked by an axe maniac?) I got to see my childhood bloom before my very eyes. 

Is the movie great?  I can attest after a recent viewing in SoHo (I told you, I know who you are, hipsters) that the movie is absolutely as great as I remember.  It's not Citizen Kane…but who cares?  This is a movie that aimed, no, dared to place 4 self-respecting men in overheated rubber turtle suits and make them perform dance/martial arts for us.  I don't recall Charles Foster Kane ever donning a turtle suit for my amusement, and I feel like that needs to be noted.

So that's that - I'm John Jesensky, I'm a film composer, and my first limb loss/film viewing experience was Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles when I was 6 years old.  This is just an introductory post.  You can expect me to blab on about movie and score topics that I find to be interesting, enlightening, or even angering.  But, for the love of God, I will not be talking about how great one DAW is, and how Protools keeps crashing on me.  I get enough of that when I'm working.   

Please, respond to any and all of the junk I write, and let's all have a good time talking about some of the things that made us want to be in this industry in the first place.  Meet some peers; make some new friends; let your opinion be heard.  We all chose this path in life for a reason, and I refuse to believe that it was all because of the crystal meth and promises of lifetime access to The Magic Castle.


John Ross Jesensky



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