Monday, January 28, 2008

Dark Side of the Rainbow

People often tell me I have too much free time on my hands. I probably do, but I think it should be noted that whoever came up with the whole "Dark Side of the Rainbow" theory has way more time on their hands than I.



For those of you not in the know, the "Dark Side of the Rainbow" theory is the phenomena which occurs when you play Pink Floyd's "Dark Side of the Moon" in sync with a muted "The Wizard of Oz" movie. Floyd's music has always been somewhat linked with the stoner community, and apparently the "trippiness" of the "DSotR" theory is amplified even more so than by just listening to Pink Floyd by itself.

I wouldn't know, I'm not a stoner.

However, yesterday, I recruited Becky and together we dove into the "Dark Side of the Rainbow" theory to see if it held any water (without drugs, Becky and I are not stoners...haven't you been reading, I think I just said that a minute ago!!). I wanted to experience this with someone else, so I could bounce theories off of them, and get a general impression as to whether what I saw was a true sync, or just a stretch.

As the black and white lion on "The Wizard of Oz" roared for the third time, I unpaused "Dark Side of the Moon" and our journey began. At the beginning, I can't say I was exactly impressed. There were a few stretches...when the lyrics "balanced on the biggest wave" plays (from the song "Breathe"), Dorothy jumps up on the nearby fence and begins to walk across it like a balance beam...she falls as the song switches from "Breathe" to "On the Run" (which is actually kinda cool, because "Breathe" is a mellow song, and "On the Run" picks up intensity, which mirrors the scene a bit, because the farm hands rush to Dorothy's side when she falls making for a tense scene.)

Here, not even ten minutes into the movie, I turned to Becky and said, "So far, I'm not impressed." But then, things started to pick up. As the chimes began to ring at the beginning of the song "Time," Almira Gulch (the lady who is coming to take Toto away because he bit her) is seen riding on her bike...when the chimes stop, she dismounts her bike. The music is ominous, foretelling of great despair.

Numerous lines from the song seem to match also...especially when "no one told you when to run" plays as Dorothy is walking away from home with Toto, among others. Then, the solo of "Time" plays as the scene switches to Dorothy approaching Professor Marvel's travelling fortune telling wagon.

After a few more vague interpretations are made, Dorothy picks up her purse, and the song "The Great Gig In the Sky" begins. This is the main sequence of the whole experiment in my opinion. Dorothy walks away. Then, you can see the tornado coming as a man is saying "I am not afraid of dying."

The drums kick in...a tree is uprooted by the force of the wind.

A lady begins wailing on the song as the storm's intensity picks up...a door flies from it's hinges, furniture falls from the porch, Dorothy stomps on the storm door...then, as Dorothy seeks shelter in the house, the window flies off and hits her in the head coinciding with the easement of the lady's wailing...Dorothy begins dreaming.

The house is picked up in the tornado and spins as the music swirls. The music sounds like a dream...and as the tornado stops, so to does the music. Dorothy opens the door of the house and you hear the first cash register "cha-ching" of the song "Money." The film, at this exact point, turns from black and white, to color.


("Cha-ching, indeed!!)

The song plays on as the film shows the new Technicolor land of the Munchkins. Then, Glenda the good witch flies in, just as the song plays the sax solo on "Money." The song takes on a joyful connotation, as Dorothy and Glenda take in the scenery, and meet the Munchkins. Several little things mesh well...I'm still a little in awe of the whole tornado scene, so maybe I'm just in a euphoric mood, who knows. All I can say is I was thoroughly enjoying it.

The Munchkin montage continues through "Us and Them" (which coincides with the ballerinas from the Lullaby League and the fellows from the Lollypop Guild...us and them??) "Any Colour You Like" signifies a switch in scenes, as Dorothy begins her journey on the Yellow Brick Road.

Then she meets the Scarecrow as "Brain Damage" plays. I kid you not, "Brian Damage" comes on when she meets the Scarecrow, the one without a brain. Lots of talk about a lunatic in this song, as the Scarecrow bounces around, like a lunatic. Weird.

Not as weird as the next song. "Eclipse" is playing when the Scarecrow and Dorothy encounter the Tin Woodsman. The song fades with the sound of a heartbeat...yes, they are taping on the Tin Woodman's chest as this is playing. Very strange.

As per the instructions, we had the cd on repeat...and it opens with a heartbeat, too. The heartbeat thumps as the Tin Man sings, "If I Only had a Heart." A lot of things continued to match up, but I will skip ahead to some main things I noticed.

When "The Great Gig in the Sky" played the first time, I felt the anticipation of the impending tornado. The song is heavy at first, but almost feels dreamy (as Dorothy is dreaming). It feels mellow. The second time around, the song plays as the Wicked Witch of the West is releasing the flying monkeys. The song seems to bring a feeling less mellow, and more of despair.

The same thing happens with the song "Money." On first pass, it's whimsical and makes you feel awe as the colors flood the screen. The second pass makes the song feel heavy as it plays when the Witch spells out Surrender Dorothy in the sky and the hunt is on to capture Dorothy.

Unfortunately, I didn't know the lyrics to the songs and I couldn't really make a lot of correlations on that end, but I caught a few at the end of the movie. As the lyrics "The time is gone, the song is over" plays (from the song "Time", now playing for the third time) Dorothy's trip to Oz has ended. As the singer sing's "Home, home again" Dorothy is back home in Kansas. And we hear "to hear the softly spoken magic spell" as Dorothy chants "There's no place like home."

There are literally dozens of other things, both big and small that I didn't mention (I think I have said enough already). Some have to do with the lyrics, and some have to do with the changing moods of the film and the introduction of characters (or character's speeches) corresponding with the changing tempos of certain songs. Overall, I have to say it is quite an experience. While there were a lot of moments that didn't match at all, there were more than a few that did. And we just had to let our imagination control the rest.

(As a side note, I've read that instead of looping the CD, you can play other cd's once "Dark Side" ends, like Pink Floyd's Animals and Meddle. Anyone care to test these theories with me??)

Thursday, January 17, 2008

Maybe You Can Go Home Again

Volleyball is in my blood.

It always has been, probably always will. My dad still plays, and he's 58 years old and just had a hip replaced. He's played longer than I've even been alive, and I have to say, playing with him is one of my favorite things in this world.

It's kinda weird that I began to reflect on my life in volleyball this year. I definitely am a sentimental kinda guy, so of course I still have the first t-shirt I ever won (from 1992), I still have the bronze medals from the White River Games (92-94), the Gold medals from the USVBA Regional Championships (1995 and 1998), other various newspaper clippings, photos, awards, etc...of course you are going to keep all that. But this year, I really started thinking about my roots as a player.

Dad would always take us to the Greensburg Armory and the YMCA for various volleyball leagues when my brother and I were just kids. I practically grew up at the Armory, and I still consider that gym my "home court." But my brother and I never got a taste of the action until one fateful night in a little town called St. Paul.

My dad had been going to open gym at St Paul forever, and we would tag along, run around the gym screaming and causing trouble while dad played. But one night they didn't have enough to field the teams, so dad asked if we wanted to play. The year is debatable...I figure I was older than 10, but dad reasons that Andy (my brother who is 2 years older than me) won his first tournament at age 12 which would mean, since we began playing at roughly the same time, that I was younger than that. Anyway, the moral is, I got my start at St Paul.

Now, first of all, I must tell you St Paul is not your ordinary open gym volleyball playing. St Paul was, back then, a rough group of mostly older players whose motto was: "IT'S ALL LEGAL IN ST PAUL."

Sounds like a nice bunch, right? Well, for the most part, I have fond memories, but I still have no clue how dad ever got hooked up with the barnyard play of St Paul. I guess volleyball is in his blood, too, and he played whenever he could, against whoever he could. I understand it now, because he never played illegally. He played to make his game better. And Andy and I emulated that, and made our games better.

Well, we played at St Paul for years and years. Even after we started winning legitimate leagues, we still went back. It was like the Armory...it kinda felt like we belonged. It kinda felt like home. We knew the people, we knew their style of play, but somehow, we transcended that and tried to bring some legitimacy to the newer groups that came. We tried to give back to the younger generation, just like dad did for Andy and me.

When we started playing USVBA (United States Volleyball Association) ball around 1994, 1995, I decided to give up St Paul. Now I can say it was to save wear and tear on the ailing knees, but in all honesty, I quit going there for open gym because I was scared I would get hurt. This was a place where the net was frequently torn down by an opposing player hanging on it trying to make a play. And center line??? It didn't exist at St Paul, which made twisted ankles and knees likely, if not expected.

Andy and dad continued the tradition, but I gracefully bowed out of the St Paul limelight, and never went back.

Until a few weeks ago.

It had been 12, 13 years since I played a game at St Paul, but the new Co-Ed Greensburg league season was starting, and Becky really wanted to get some practice in before it began. Our only option was St Paul. Dad convinced me that the play had improved greatly, and the injuries and the torn nets had decreased in frequency. I was nervous...about playing there, about getting hurt, and most of all, I was just nervous to go back after all those years.

When we pulled up to the gym, all the old memories came flooding back. I couldn't believe I was there again, it felt good to be back. I walked into the gym to see it hadn't really changed much. A new floor, new ceiling, same old St Paul gym.

Only one of the original St Paulians that I knew from back in the day still made the trip, most of the others were too old, or lost interest. But one guy still kept the whole thing going, and he welcomed me back with a hug and almost a tear. It was like a family reuniting after a long absence.

We played our games, won some, lost some, but laughed the whole time. Don't know if it helped Becky or my game any going into this, my 18th season of Greensburg Volleyball, but I know it felt good going back...if just for one night.

See you again in 10 years, St Paul...

Wednesday, January 09, 2008

Two Double-O Eight

Two double-o eight. And thus, a new year begins. It's January 9th, and I feel ahead of the game as I usually don't get my first new year blog in until closer to the end of the month...let's review:

January 2005: First blog, 28th
January 2006: First blog, 31st
January 2007: First blog, 24th

I rest my case.

Ok, I'll be the first to admit this blog doesn't quite have the substance that those past, late blogs did, but just take what you get, alright? Sorry, I didn't mean to yell at you, you know I love you, dear readers, and I appriciate your support. (Special shout out to Sue, my number one blog fan!!)

I really don't have much to say, as it is early in the am (for me anyway) and I just felt the need to reach out and speak a few words. I promise more meat on the next blog's bones.

Happy 2008!!

(PS...Why doesn't regular X Box have Guitar Hero?? That just pisses me right off. X Box 360 has it, Playstation 2 (or is it 3??) has it, Wii has it, but NOOOOOO X Box doesn't. That just burns my biscuits!)

Ok, that's it.