The Lovers, The Dreamers, and Me

When I decided I was going to go to Art Center, I kinda went into creativity overload. I was constantly analyzing movies, dreaming up commercials and music videos in my head, writing stories and scripts, etc, etc, etc. It got so intense at one point, my friends couldn’t stand to be around me cause I was speaking as though I was a cartoon. Not voice wise, but as in talking about anvils falling and dodging raindrops and slipping on banana peels. (Okay, that last one wasn’t so cartoony, but I’m not in that mode anymore, so lay off.) Well, during that period, I came up with something that still “haunts” me. I came up with this kick ass music video for the Gorillaz song “ Dare.” I mean I came up with the choreography, the characters (it was a bear dancing and singing with daisies… I’m not going into specifics. I still may do it) and all of the main shots, lighting and location. I was a woman obsessed! So, every time I hear the song, even now, I picture my video, and not the horrible one that the band actually put out for it.
I honestly thought I was the only person who did this. Last night at dinner though, I was informed that not only am I not the only person that does this, but that their “video” is all they picture when they hear the song too. And now, when I hear the song (which for some reason was a TON of times today) all I can “see” is their interpretation for it. And their rendition, even if it only really exists in my head, is 10 times better than the actual video for the song.