Yellow | Emmit Fenn
This song is perfect.
Perfect for a dramatic moment.
A dramatic scene.
The type of scene where a character slowly begins to realize that maybe they’ve made the wrong choice. A scene that comes right after a voiceover - when the character finally hears what they needed to hear. A scene where the character realizes something about themselves the audience knew the whole time but watched in the hopes that they would figure it out. There would be some sort of running - through the street, through a crowd, through traffic, through the rain. Yes. There would definitely be rain.
When I lived in L.A. all I did was go to shows. I watched new bands, old bands, bands friends introduced me to, bands I found on the internet, bands I heard once on KRCW. Discovering new music was my favorite thing in the world. And to be honest it still is. If I could have, I would have spent every waking hour searching for new singles and exploring venues - all to find those perfect tracks for those perfect moments.
But I had to work. This girl with a degree in film, who didn’t want to work in the film industry had to make due with her uneducated education choices and work her way up the retail design ladder. And exploring music would just have to be something I did for fun because you don’t get paid to find those perfect tracks for those perfect moments.
And then a my friend Jason gave me a playlist of the music for the upcoming season ‘The OC’. At first I didn’t know why because I didn’t give a fuck about that show. (I didn’t just not watch ‘The OC’. I hated ‘The OC’. I loathed ‘The OC’. I was vehemently opposed to its existence. Because like the soul-sucking southern California high school drama that came before it (‘Beverly Hill 90210’) I thought its sole purpose was to make your average teenage girl overly envious of rich Californians and feel bad about themselves). But when I listened to the playlist, I knew why Jason gave it to me despite my extreme feelings towards the show - It was full of my music. It was full of music I had been finding, full of the bands I had been seeing, and full of the tracks I had been sending to my friends. And somehow this TV show I hated, found all the undiscovered music I loved.
The through that I discovered Alexandra Patsavas. The woman who had my dream job - music supervisor. A woman who saw music the way that I did - and had a team of music lovers who, I could only suspect, were going to the same shows I was, and searching the same sites I was, to find those perfect tracks for those perfect moments.
I was excited and angry at the same time. Excited that searching for the perfect track was actually a job. But mad that I had only heard about now - after I had already made my choice. The choice to not do anything with the music I had studied and performed in school, the choice to major in math, the choice to change my major from math to film, the choice to move to LA work for a studio, the choice to not work in Hollywood after the ups and downs didn’t seem worth it, the choice to explore my love of design, the choice to turn my part-time job into my full-time one, the choice to not make any more choices because it was time for me to commit to something.
So I committed to design. I went all in. I worked my way up, got a better job, went back to school, got a job, and another job, and another - each more kick ass than the first. I’m glad I committed to design. It’s given me an incredible life in so many ways. But I can’t stop the need to find those perfect tracks for those perfect moments.
This song is perfect.
Perfect for a dramatic moment.
The type moment where a someone slowly begins to realize that maybe they’ve made the wrong choice.
