{"id":486,"date":"2010-06-17T21:52:07","date_gmt":"2010-06-17T21:52:07","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/requitedarchive.wordpress.com\/?p=486"},"modified":"2021-08-04T19:21:21","modified_gmt":"2021-08-04T19:21:21","slug":"on-music-in-film-from-a-filmmakers-handbook","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/libblogs.luc.edu\/requited\/2010\/06\/17\/on-music-in-film-from-a-filmmakers-handbook\/","title":{"rendered":"On Music in Film from  A Filmmaker&#8217;s Handbook"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>No other art form is as closely related to memory as music<br \/>\nis for me. Music is heard, the new sound is played over and over.<br \/>\nIt collects all that is going on at the time. Years later when heard,<br \/>\nit brings along the memory that was recorded. The sense of the<br \/>\nmemory is so strong that I have to stop and exist fully in the other<br \/>\ntime, let it play out before I can return. I like music to exist as<br \/>\na character in a film. The actor acknowledges the sound, brings it<br \/>\ninto the story. She walks to the counter. Dreamin\u2019 Man is playing.<br \/>\nShe sings along as she hands the money to the waitress. Or she pays,<br \/>\nleaves the diner, later we see her in a bookstore singing \u201cI\u2019m a dreamin\u2019 man. Yes, that\u2019s my problem.\u201d Another character overhears and speaks.<\/p>\n<p>I also like music to exist as setting. The music is not acknowledged<br \/>\nby the characters but by the landscape. The music is picked for the<br \/>\napple orchard, the 1950s Formica kitchen table or for the lamp\u2019s low<br \/>\nlight hitting the tools in the garage. For the shadows they cast,<br \/>\nmusic is played so that they might tell their story.<\/p>\n<p><strong>Stefania Irene Marthakis<\/strong> received her BA in Poetry &amp; Theater from Columbia College Chicago and her MFA in Poetry &amp; Poetics from Naropa University. From 2005-2007, she interned at The Poetry Project in NYC. Some of her poems can be found in <em>Columbia Poetry Review, New American Writing, Bombay Gin <\/em>and <em>The Recluse. <\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>No other art form is as closely related to memory as music is for me. Music is heard, the new sound is played over and over. It collects all that is going on at the time. Years later when heard,<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":384,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[9926],"tags":[21970],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/libblogs.luc.edu\/requited\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/486"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/libblogs.luc.edu\/requited\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/libblogs.luc.edu\/requited\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/libblogs.luc.edu\/requited\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/384"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/libblogs.luc.edu\/requited\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=486"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/libblogs.luc.edu\/requited\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/486\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1598,"href":"https:\/\/libblogs.luc.edu\/requited\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/486\/revisions\/1598"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/libblogs.luc.edu\/requited\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=486"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/libblogs.luc.edu\/requited\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=486"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/libblogs.luc.edu\/requited\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=486"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}