All day long... day after day... the burning...
the burning...
I don't know how I get
myself into these situations. It seemed like a harmless bit of fun. Little did
I know then the pain that would
follow.
It was just last week when he
was brought to me, with a tale of woe about how he needed my special talents.
It seemed the chapel was sponsoring a Gospel singing, and the chaplain wanted to
know if I would film it and burn it onto DVD for them. It was no big deal, I
thought. I have one of the few Mac's around, I'm fairly good at editing video,
and burning a few copies of a gospel show wouldn't
hurt.
It was at our next meeting that
the chaplain gave me the 90 blank DVD's, upon which he wanted the show copied.
The show wasn't bad, and I actually
enjoyed the music (more on that later, when I finish bitching), and 24 hours
later I had finished rendering the DVD disc
image.
The 80 minute show and 40-slide
slideshow together reached the 3 gig mark. The 90 DVD's are the cheap kind that
come on spindles -- my DVD burner is very careful, and since it can't seem to
determine the speed of the DVD's, burns them at a laborious 2X speed. It takes
25 minutes to burn one copy.
Do the
math. 90 DVD's times 25 minutes each = 2250 minutes. 2250 minutes = 37.5 hours
of constant disc burning.
It's not a
complicated procedure; a trained monkey could do it. I pop in a DVD. I push
one button, then another button. Then I wait 25 minutes, remove the DVD, and
repeat. It's just going to take forever.
Sometime during this whole process
(the process involves viewing the entire show at least 3 times), I began to
think about singing, and how important music is to me. Song is one of the most
powerful forces I know; it can bring diametrically opposed individuals into (at
least short-term) harmony. It can make the most hardened individual feel things
they've missed their entire life.
I
wish there were more music in heathenry. It doesn't have to be religious stuff;
I'm not talking hymns or gospel songs of praise (this choir was amazing, though.
I am glad I went, even if it's not my particular religious ideal). Just
singing. One of my favorite memories from the Southwest Moot in 2005 was during
the steam/sauna event. Someone got out their guitar, and some of us started
singing (and maybe it was only me, and maybe it was the beer and the altitude,
but that doesn't really matter), and it just felt right.
Poetry and song are mentioned in the
Lore, of course. Maybe this is an area that needs to be further developed in
the re-realized worldview.