Only a tad relevant, but I was listening to The Wickerman on my ipod on the bus today - twice. Once on the way there and once on the way back. I love the way this track takes me off into a wonderful little daydream and away from all the humdrumness of what's going on outside. Sorry, I know that's not as exciting as all the wonderfully creative ideas emerging on this thread, but I felt the need to share it anyway.
This thread has also got me thinking about a comment from Jarvis I recall hearing/reading at some point (no idea when or where), something along the lines of how having a soundtrack playing at important moments in your real life (as in the movies), would make everything seem far more significant and touching, as opposed to mundane and stupid (I am using my own words here, cos I am struggling to remember anything other than the gist of it). I suppose this is what The Wickerman does for Sheffield, so on my bus journey, with this song playing into my head, I was imaging how a Southend-on-Sea version of The Wickerman would sound. How every little mundane thing I was passing could be transformed into something touching, maybe even magical, if only someone could write a song about it.
I guess that's kind of what I had in mind. I don't know how you'd go about populating Google Maps with points-of-interest (without paying any money anyway), but certainly if we had somewhere were we could go to add such sites in graphical form, a 'Sex City Tour' would gradually take shape... and it'd be a beautiful thing...
Do you mean a self guided one? I had in mind the type where someone leads a group around points of interest and tells stories. They've both got their benefits.
Going back to the film idea I once saw a film that was just still photographs to music (don't ask me the name) sometimes static images, sometimes slowly zooming in etc. Then in the first episode of matt smiths doctor who they had a section that was a sort of cartoon made from a series of similar photographs all laced together.
I'm not making much sense... Just trying to think of a way of making it seem magical... Yeah.
I reckon creating some sort of walking tour however brief of spots listed in pulp songs is a really good idea (only been to Sheffield once but took a lot of pleasure listening to wickerman while walking back to the train station along the don - then the gps on my phone messed up and with 10 minutes to spare until my train left I found myself walking along a motorway for quite a while before realising I had missed the footbridge. If you go to Sheffield and decide to walk by the river, don't make that mistake :P)
It's true waht you say about Wickerman Anet. I completely fall for seeing the romantic in the tiny mundane details of everyday life. It's great to see the sights but the journey around them would be just as interesting, it's nice to have a little bit of context whilst moving from one site to another. I've been doing these guided tours in my head for years anyway, I just get completely wrapped up in it. On the subject of the Wickerman film the 'still photo' concept was what I had pretty much settled on. I might even give it a go soon.
I'm such an idiot! I was describing this photo video thing in another pos, somehow it didn't fully register with me that the video you linked to was exactly like I was describing... Sometimes I'm so dozy it's beyond a joke!
I have some experience but I have also been storyboarding it out, making a list of locations etc. Hopefully it will go quite smoothly. However, I have no idea when it will be finished!
Hi superchob, do you mean just for Wickerman or for all the songs with Sheffield references? I've just got back from my first day out photographing and it's been pissing it down here in Sheff. I also managed to cut my finger on some razor wire while standing on a wall, leaning on the fence that now surrounds the concrete channel under which the river flows, so I couldn't really recommend a trip there! Got a couple of good pics though. As I suspected I think the picture of the channel on pulpwiki is wrong. I have to say though; that was bloody good fun.
I was so pleased to read that last sentence! When you were saying about cutting yourself I was thinking "that's sort of my fault!" go to the doctor if it starts to swell!
I have questions: is each location clear from the lyrics? Are you using all new photos or will you mix in archive shots if something changed (ahem) from when the song was released?
It's pretty obvious where the places are from the lyrics. The biggest problem is how much they've changed over the years. Which means; I am undecided about using archive shots or not. For example the warehouse Jarvis lived in is gone and the Trebor factory is now simply called Cadburys amongst other changes. I can use either modern pics or try and find archive ones but as the song says 'the river flows on'. What would you suggest/prefer?
The vision in my head, outside of the purely practical, is to simply do the song justice. It's more a matter of finding the right photo and of a good enough quality. It's being done on the cheap but I wouldn't like it to look cheap. I still wanna be staring at the stars while lying in the gutter.
-- Edited by saw119 on Wednesday 14th of September 2011 05:39:27 PM
Could putting a slightly weathered effect on the shots using a computer add to the feel? I don't know much about photography so feel free to ignore any of my ideas!
Also the more I think about you on that wall clutching that razor wire the more I feel morally responsible for your wellbeing!
I hope you'll allow me a 'lol' at that. The wall wasn't that high and I was trying to squeeze the camera inbetween the gap betwixt top of fence n razorwire and caught my finger. If the council ever bothered to trim the trees it wouldn't have been a problem. At various other times I climbed over the wall onto the bank to take pics, you're not really supposed to do that either. But there was never art without suffering; someone must have said that once. I'm a big boy and I can swim, although to be honest the water's only a few inches deep! It'd be the drop from the bank that would kill me.
A long wretched death as you sink slowly into the mud, your mobile phone three miserable inches out of reach. After the screams in vain have given way to dry rasping breaths there'll be nothing left to do except hope the bitter tears of regret drown you before the mud can, but of course they won't. Your last pitiful words as your pathetic tear stained face disappears below the surface: "Why Fred, why?"