It’s Bernard Herrmann’s 100th birthday today. He’s been one of my favorite film composers since I was a wee little lad when I saw the 1959 version of Journey to the Center of the Earth starring James Mason and a completely ridiculous but surprisingly effective Pat Boone. As a kid, I was absolutely enraptured by the idea of a “fabulous world beneath the world,” as the promotional posters of the time boasted, and Bernard Herrmann’s wonderfully mysterious score is a big reason the film worked for me then and still works for me today. Journey to the Center of the Earth is, I think, one of those rare cases of a movie that is better than the book–no offense to Jules Verne.
Bernard Herrmann is also responsible for composing the film scores to many of Alfred Hitchcock’s best movies. Ever seen Psycho, North by Northwest, or (my favorite) Vertigo? All feature Herrmann’s work. There was none like him. Happy birthday, Bernard!
I’m forever slacking on the whole blog thing. My apologies. Wanted to give a brief update on life. After 12 years in Virginia, eight of them in professional ministry, the radio bug has bitten again, and I’m back in my home state of North Carolina, working as a classical radio announcer for WDAV in the Charlotte metro. The station is actually in Davidson, NC, a small college town. Since I did the whole small-town America thing for a decade, a city life sounded good, so I opted for a small commute by renting a loft in Uptown Charlotte. Yes, they call it uptown, not downtown. Sounds pretentious, I know, but it’s really not. The center of Charlotte is on a bit of a hill, and in the city’s early days, people would say, “We’re going up to the town.” We southerners can be a lazy folk, so we shortened it. Fewer words, less effort: Now we’re going uptown.
So far, so good. I love my loft and my job. What’s not to love? I play the best music in the world, the kind that doesn’t come and go with the pop charts, as my friend Seth Williamson says. And I have a sweet little place to rest my head in the evenings–a modern, New York-style loft. Watching Carolina storms roll in over the skyline from my living room window at night is something you have to see.
Most importantly, God and I are doing well through all the change. I wish I had time here to write of how he provided throughout the transition, a financially tricky time for me. I never had a need he didn’t meet.
Now that I’m settled (or settling), perhaps I can turn my attention to more writing. But what to write? Stay tuned.