I had been asked to
compose another soundtrack for the same director of the previous short film I
had worked on. But after hearing my
sketches, they decided to go with someone else.
To be honest, I was relieved. Working to a brief had been a fun challenge the first time, but I was becoming more clear about how I needed to continue with music in the future, and this wasn't really compatible with it.
The film in question was about Frankenstein’s monster who lives above a kebab shop, and eats an American tourist played by the large captain from the first episode of Red Dwarf. It had a long section where the large man walked about an empty attic, then he was attacked by a Boris Karloff-lookalike. In the end he was turned into kebab meat.
To be honest, I was relieved. Working to a brief had been a fun challenge the first time, but I was becoming more clear about how I needed to continue with music in the future, and this wasn't really compatible with it.
The film in question was about Frankenstein’s monster who lives above a kebab shop, and eats an American tourist played by the large captain from the first episode of Red Dwarf. It had a long section where the large man walked about an empty attic, then he was attacked by a Boris Karloff-lookalike. In the end he was turned into kebab meat.
I later tracked down the Facebook
profile of the chap who they preferred over me, and it was the usual
thing: a man with a beard and an unpronounceable surname, hitting exotic African percussion in a meaningful way and maintaining
an intimidating social media presence.
But the demos from this aborted brief still remain; and they'll see the light of day in some form or other.
But the demos from this aborted brief still remain; and they'll see the light of day in some form or other.