There is a theory I just made up that you can understand someone's personality and outlook on life by a careful examination of their compact disc collection. If that's true, what does the following tell you about me?
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My record collection had no fewer than two albums of
classical music among the hundred or so titles (three if you count the
2001 soundtrack). That began to change when I bought my first CD
player around 1983. I discovered quickly that while pop music sounded
good on CD, orchestras sounded absolutely amazing! This was one of my
first CDs, a direct-to-digital recording of Vivaldi's Four
Seasons. Not being much of a concert-goer, I had no idea how violins
are supposed to sound. It was also my first of many Telarc CD
purchases.
Back
when I was buying my first good (i.e. non-Radio Shack) sound system,
the friend who helped me through the process showed me an unusual
record album. It was a recording of the 1812 Overture that included
real cannons. The low level sounds were so intense that they had to
allow more space between the grooves during the cannon fire, which you
could see clearly on the record. It was a well known torture test for
your turntable, involving a particularly violent motion of the
arm. Years later I bought the CD and discovered that that same cannon
fire could dim the lights on my receiver as it attempted to duplicate
those low frequency tones. It also made me popular with my neighbors,
who don't seem to enjoy cannon fire at odd hours, digitally recorded
or not.
I've always loved Rhapsody In Blue. I have at least
half a dozen different versions of it in my collection. But this was
my first and the best: an immaculate digital recording of a brilliant
piece of music. The CD also validated another love of mine: for movie
music. It includes Richard Adinsell's Warsaw Concerto, another
beautiful piece of music that happens to have been written explicitly
for the movies (a 1941 British film called Dangerous Moonlight that I
once caught on television).
This CD combines two of my favorite things: great
music and cartoons. It's a Deutsche Grammophon collection of great
classics that were used in cartoons from Warner Brothers and Disney to
Ren & Stimpy. I have a dozen discs in this series. They're
perfect for someone whose favorite meal is a smorgasbord: little bits
from many different sources, all with an underlying theme.
I took a lot of coach tours on my first visit
to Australia. On the way back to the hotels the drivers would
frequently play tapes of
classic Australian music, for which I developed a fondness. On my
last day of the trip I found this excellent compilation, which
unfortunately the store only had on tape. When I made my second trip
two years later I was determined to find that same collection on CD.
At every music store I encountered I scanned the racks, hoping in vain
to locate a copy. I finally lucked out in Cairns in the north of
Queensland, two weeks into the trip. Walking around Sydney's Darling
Harbour a few hours before her flight, my traveling companion decided
that she wanted a copy as well. So we walked over to the local Virgin
store in a vain attempt to locate one. (After all, it had taken me
two weeks to find my copy. So what were the odds of her having any
success?) Well, I suspect you can guess the outcome. There's a moral
to this story. I don't know what it is and I suspect that I'm happier
not knowing.
During
my time at Data General I spent a few months in Brussels, doing
consulting for Exxon's chemical division. Being on my own in a country
whose languages I don't speak, I was always desperate for
entertainment. I would catch every movie that came out and watch what
I could on the Flemish TV stations. (The Flemish stations would
subtitle programs in English; the French would dub them.) A lot of
their English content were old movies, presumably because they were
cheap. This is when I discovered some of the classics of Hollywood:
early Bogart, Rita Hayworth in Gilda and, best of all, Gene Tierney as
Laura, the murdered woman with whom Dana Andrews falls in love. My
taste in movies has never been the same.
I love
movie music, perhaps because it reminds me of the way movies used to
be and the way I used to be when I watched them. Everything was bigger
than life, with enormous screens that transported me to magic
places. Occasionally I hear a piece of movie music that transports me
back to a particularly intense moment. Danny Elfman's soundtracks are
like that: each one brings out the sensations of the film to which it
belongs. When I'm trapped in an airplane seat on a long flight, this
is the sort of thing that takes me to somewhere I'd rather be.
A big chunk of my adolescence took place during the
heyday of the James
Bond movies. My life and the movies intersected in 1964 with the
release of Goldfinger, which my parents thought was too racy for me to
see. I must have just been on the edge of oldenoughness, because I
did get to see the Dr. No/From Russia With Love double
feature that arrived the following year. (From Russia With Love
remains my favorite movie in the series.) And so began another great
passion, as I devoured all of Ian Fleming's books and waited
impatiently for The Man With The Golden Gun to show up in
paperback. When I first began collecting 45's1, Nancy Sinatra's rendition of You
Only Live Twice was one of the first two I bought2.
Casino Royale was the first of the Bond books. Ian Fleming, not yet
knowing what he had, sold the movie rights cheaply. Later on he sold
the rights to the rest of the series to Cubby Broccoli, who produced
all of the films to date except Casino Royale and Never Say
Never Again.The people who did make a movie from Casino
Royale made a complete hash of the project. But I still get a kick out
of the music, as goofily un-Bondian as it is. And I even enjoy the
movie, as clear as it is from the beginning that no one had a clue
about what it was they were making.
Comments to: Hank Shiffman, Mountain View, California