Yesterday was one of the most musical packed days I've had in a long time. It began at the Sync Up conference presented by the New Orleans Jazz & Heritage Foundation which is a program created for the Louisiana entertainment industry. I came across this conference on April 22 when I was browsing the internet trying to find more information about the music used in the new HBO series Treme. When I found information about the conference, it said they were bringing "top leaders of the international music festival industry and key figures in the world of film, television, videogames and other media", they didn't realize that those "top leaders" just so happened to be ALL my idols. The key leaders: David Simon (creator of Treme), Blake Leyh (music supervisor for Treme), Kevin Griffin (lead singer of Better Than Ezra), John Comerford (producer of "Icons Among Us: jazz in present tense) and the man who exemplifies everything I want to be....Gary Calamar, music supervisor for True Blood, Six Feet Under, Weeds, House, Dexter, etc. Music supervision is my ideal job, and when the description for the conference was finding or making the right music for film and TV is an abstract art with real-world changes - tight budgets, tighter deadlines and the daunting task fo making images sing with emotion, I knew I had to go. So I went, and I don't think I've ever focused so intently on anything in my entire life. Every word that came out of Gary Calamar's mouth is permanently imprinted in my brain. This man is who I strive to be, just listen to him talk:
After Jazalsa, I worked my way to catch a bit of The Meters, but left after only a few songs to reserve a front row center spot to see My Morning Jacket. Now, I've seen a lot of shows and heard all types of set lists for bands I enjoy, but no set list was better than MMJ. The first few songs in order were: "One Big Holiday", "Gideon", "Off The Record", and then "I'm Amazed". It was just hit after hit. Then the Preservation Hall Jazz Band came on and jammed with MMJ for the last few songs. It was a dream come true to witness this. But Jazz Fest came to an end, we walked the long way back to our car, headed back to campus, and just before I was about to call it quits for the night, I decide to see one more thing.
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Overall, yesterday was a pleasant day. Got to see my idol, not a drop of rain fell on my head while at Jazz fest, got front row spots to see MMJ and supported some of my favorite local bands.