Hi folks. So, normally, I make a quick joke, and then I show you a picture of my notebook, and then I say some stupid filler catchphrase and we kick off the Top Gun results notes. However, I’d like to take a little time to really explain just what the hell you’re reading.
Are you aware of what we do here? It’s all laid out in The Experiment, but maybe you hate dangling the cursor over underlined text. Well, we’ve all been assigned a movie, and we have to watch that movie every single calendar week for the entire year of 2012.
I’ve been assigned Top Gun. I don’t really love it. I don’t really hate it. That’s one of the conditions of the experiment. Well, watching the same movie every week will start to affect the way you think. Whenever a noteworthy thought related to Top Gun glides through my skull, I jot it down in the name of science.
And here is where the jotting happens.
This is my notebook. It’s halfway full already.
What follows are the contents of that notebook that were written between February 12th and February 18th.
Yeah, I don’t know why anybody would want to read that either.
Feb. 12, 2012
11:20am EST -
“Hot Summer Nights” by Miami Sound Machine “Lead Me On” by Teena Marie stuck in head, specifically the horn riff. Mentally replayed the bar bet scene. [I put the wrong song title in my notes, then corrected it later. Also, enjoy.]
6:56pm EST – Somebody at work mentioned that a reporter in Boston was one of their station’s “top guns.” Tried to force myself to think of Young Guns; didn’t work, thought of Maverick retelling his inverted dive story. Top Gun/Young Guns crossover? What if they’re in the same universe? Maverick’s ancestors? Must research.
I feel the need. The need for steed.
Feb. 13, 2012
12:00am EST – While watching golf highlights, heard the word “bogey” one too many times. Suddenly had the weird piano score stuck in my head. Not on the soundtrack. Sounds crappy, like incidental music from Quantum Leap.
1:37pm EST – Saw a big ad for Maverick cigarettes near my bus stop. First time I noticed it, despite taking the bus to work twice a week since January. Thought of Maverick putting on his aviator sunglasses.
2:13pm EST - Alice Cooper’s “The Ballad of Dwight Fry” came up on my iPod. Mentions “the danger zone.” Tried to fight hearing Kenny Loggins. Succeeded, but still pictured jets shooting at each other.
I feel the need. The need to bleed.
Feb. 15, 2012
7:05pm EST - Just finished my exceptionally long poly review of Top Gun; whistled “Top Gun Anthem” victoriously.
Feb. 16, 2012
12:01am EST - Watching Star Trek: The Next Generation, “Q Who?” Some ensign spills coffee on Picard. Shouted, “I WANT SOME BUTTS!”
6:56pm EST - Started humming “Mighty Wings” while answering questions on OkCupid.
10:01pm EST - Watching The Help; a character mentions being “engaged.” I thought of the first MiG scene in Top Gun. Probably because it’s better than watching The Help. (We help John get through the extra painful Oscar noms.)
Feb. 18, 2012
7:11pm EST - Reading The Fantastic Four #47, “Beware, the Hidden Land!” Caption states that the Thing “had been one of the nation’s top combat and test pilots.” Pictured Viper looking over the plaque from Top Gun and finding Ben Grimm’s name.
I feel the need. The need for Reed.
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The first thing I notice is that I don’t seem to be having as much trouble with the music from the film as I did in previous weeks. I have a couple of theories as to why this might be. First of all, I could very well be learning to mentally block the soundtrack. For all I know, when I start to hum something, my brain might be actively saying, “Whoa, let’s make sure this doesn’t turn into Harold Faltermeyer,” even on the first note. Second, I have been absolutely flooding my life with music after the Cinema 52 project began. Since the first couple of weeks, I’ve dug out my synthesizer, loaded several CDs onto my iPod, bought new albums whenever possible, and finally started screwing around in ACID Pro again. It’s been at least a year since I’ve composed anything, and even then, I was just laying down some riffs for an interactive video adventure made by Portland Improv Experience. If you asked me a year ago what it would take to send me back to making music, I would never have guessed Top Gun.
My betting problems seem to have gone away this week. I think this experiment has me in a sort of “what’s gonna happen?” mood lately, and betting is the same thought, but with “and how much money can I make for being right?” coupled to it.
I also went out to the clubs again and drank too much, but this time, not a single Top Gun reference. (Unless you count Ty and I using “wingman” a few times.) This might lend more evidence to the “mental block” theory.
Lastly, and this is hard to record in my notes, I continue to remember my new philosophy of being less like Stinger, more like Viper. Whether it’s work, friends, family, stand-up, improv, sex, or even this hilarious and fascinating blog, it seems like everything that happens to me goes better if I just calm down and take command of the situation instead of yapping and chomping on my metaphorical cigar. Ideally, I roll Viper, Lando Calrissian, and Driver from Drive into a ball and, you know, be that, but if I have limited time, Viper is the guy who gets things done.
That is all.