Film scores can be inspiring and insipid in a single movie, and many times all within the space of ten minutes. But still, what a freaking life, you know? To sit in dark room for hours on end, basically deciding how a movie is going to make everybody feel. I’d drop everything to do it.
Remember the terrible music from Escape From New York? Jesus. Not only the theme song, but all that crazy atmospheric music for the actions scenes as well. It sounded like John Carpenter pounded it out himself over his childhood Casio keyboard with half a hoagie hanging out of his mouth. Nevertheless, I love it. If you don’t know what I’m talking about, click here to give it a listen.
Messing around they other day, I came up with a little bit of something that got me thinking about all of this to begin with. It’s dark and corny, and could be very hilarious if left alone (although expanded and cleaned up) and given the right imagery; or you could throw in some lyrics and make it some kind of post-apocalyptic anthem. Possibly about a flesh-eating ghost rider of the highway, or the last refrigerator on earth—alone so long in the wastes that he has become sentient, wobbling slowly and dejectedly across the grey ruins of mankind. Both of these story lines have legs, but I’d probably go with the latter. It has more heart.