Friday, March 25, 2016


Two things happened recently to remind me of this fact of how much I love truly great music. I bought some nice headphones...and I inherited a bass guitar. 
(Still at the shop being repaired.)

 Jonsi-Grow Till Tall

But what is at the heart of music that really grabs an individual?

Years ago a great friend of mine who is a producer said of MTV that the reason they gravitated away from music is how divisive it can be and they can't consolidate their demographic because music so often speaks to the individual.

I can listen to Thom Yorke, Robert Smith, Sigur Ros (*Jonsi seen above), Primus, Richard D. James (*Aphex), Tool, Joy Division, and Tom Waits with almost equal zest.  Every last one of those artists probably couldn't be more different but the longer I listen the more patterns I find and the reason I love them all reaffirms why I love great music in the first place. Why we all love our books, movies, t.v. shows, and fiction...we love stories. And great songs are either journey's or stories and for this art form and for me the more abstract the journey the more it becomes a uniquely indescribable adventure into a moment in time otherwise incomparable to anything else. It can barely be described. Being lost in the abstraction of beautiful sounds sober or otherwise is an individual experience. When you are in the moment and truly transfixed by a song there isn't much to say that can intellectualize it even with all the words we seem to know. It's that power of abstraction that takes me away to a point where I realize that there is something more to being human than just existing. If the inevitable is true and we all die and eventually the sun burns out like all great stars do then why do we keep creating such beautiful art if not for the sheer pleasure and sense of awe it gives us.

(I edited this Montage yesterday. It doesn't at all work on a visual level but the images chosen are for one reason or another are where my imagination takes me to when I listen to this song. I feel like I'm peacefully flying through space. But someone else might not hear at all that...but still love the song. ***Oh I wasn't on any kind of crazy drugs by the way when I edited this...I realize that may appear the case. I just wanted to be like Ghee and clarify.) Yes I know. It is a bad joke. <- bad="" get="" if="" joke.="" nbsp="" p="" props="" really="" this="" you="">

If you don't like "15 Step" we can't be friends. (Kidding.)

If you don't like "In Between Days" we can't be friends. (Just kidding, lets be friends.) 

 We can be friends at "Bob's Party Time Lounge".

(I'd suggest listening to these two songs in a row.)

I've been thinking about this for a while...I just inherited a Hofner style bass. The person most famous for playing it is a little obscure musician named Paul McCartney. 

It's weird. I never thought of bass as an instrument I'd get into. Until I started thinking about a simple bass lick written that transfixed me and made me fall in love with a band. 
This is Peter Hook...the bassist for Joy Division. 

 This is the bass lick he wrote for "Disorder" off "Unknown Pleasures" by "Joy Division". It's simple but deep and effective. That incredibly simple lick caused me to appreciate this instrument.

I mean I can learn how to play this bass right? According to Thom...anyone can play guitar. I'm anyone.

But it's songs like this that helped me appreciate the complexity of a bass. 

 (Now close your eyes and listen to this bass wash over you.) 

Sigur Ros, Tom Waits, Joy Division, The Cure, Radiohead, Aphex Twin, Philip Glass, Goblin, and so many more are the types of artists that aren't afraid to push their individual styles and sounds to the realm of the surreal and strange to touch that pure umami state of music in your ears that creates a level of bliss other things can't seem to match. You can't explain it, intellectualize it, or even understand it. Great music is at times like a perfect slow kiss. The moment before and the moment after are washings of adrenaline but that moment within the moment, when you lose your sense of time and your grip on reality for the briefest of moments is that pure thing that only music, sex, and truly sublime food can do. 

It is said of Orson Wells that he had a disorder that whenever he ate food it wouldn't taste like you and I would taste food, it would taste many many times better and that's why he got so big in his old age. Food was as addictive as any kind of serious drug to him. (That's a legend I heard that I'm still not sure is true. He of course could have just been a big dude in his old age.) 

If one could get fat from listening to music all the time you'd have to roll me out of bed every morning. 

This scene perfectly encapsulates someone trying to explain why a song moves them. I've always loved it for its complete honesty. It is the greatest representation of this idea in film that I can think of. 

Maybe I have a fat soul. 

"The only truth is music" 

Jack Kerouac. 

Friday, November 13, 2015

"Family Game Night" : A Twisted Short Film.

Sunday, September 20, 2015

Wednesday, September 2, 2015

Lyn Stanley - Interludes

 I helped shoot the B-Roll on this with producer Mark Lewis.

Sunday, March 1, 2015


Fare thee well to my blog of many years. I will miss you. You have been my good friend. I'm not sure if any of you have been paying attention but I've been writing this blog for the past several years.

My blog is now like a dingy old house I go back to sometimes. It is purposely sloppy. It is as vapid and empty as a nostalgic old toy devoid of the reason why I really loved it in the first place. I have come here time and again to vomit my thoughts in the form of tedious bizarre rants and just recently had the epiphany that I don't need it anymore.

I started this blog soon after I received a job for "The Tonight Show with Jay Leno" and it has functioned basically as writing practice. Sketches. Just getting ideas and thoughts out of my system. It has functioned well but as I said it is tedious. On that show I used to write reports on various things daily. All that tedious report writing numbed me from the passion I used to have for writing as an art form. But now I'm sick of being numb.

This blog is like a nostalgic old haunted house, a relic of dreams, memories, ideals, writing styles, tastes and thought patterns I used to have. It is a time capsule but no longer a reflection of my own personal zeitgeist.

Goodnight great beast. I may slip into you in the far future, but for now I bid thee well. For now I must concentrate my mind and life on other things.


Daniel Louis Krone - March 1 2015.


I think this movie is a masterpiece.

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I'd been putting off writing a top 10 of this past year because I never felt compelled to write it. I have conversations with my good friends about what I like but I just felt like this year I didn't need to keep a record of the things I enjoyed. It seemed like a tedious exercise.

I'm not even going to do a full on review of this film I'm just trying to get these particular thoughts I'm currently having out of my system and in the form of a blog entry.

This will be my second to last blog entry on "Daniel Krone's Film Blog" and my very last film review or 'thought-rant on a particular movie'. 

I have seen "Whiplash" 3 times now. The first in a theatre, the second on blu-ray, and third on blu-ray commentary. "Whiplash" is exactly what I want in a film. Passionate. That's all. I want a film that is more conscious about its subject matter than most film's seem to be and I got that with this.

The film's plot is razor thin and its idea is so stunningly simple but the film is conveyed with such meticulous passion to every line of dialogue and every edit to milk every moment to a point so perfect it feels interpretive, and free-style, much like the jazz in the film.

I only really need and want to talk about 2 things I think are stunningly well executed in this film. JK Simmons's character "Fletcher" and the editing. The story of the film is good but basic. Kid joins a jazz band, is psychologically tortured by his composer, and continues to drive to be one of the best drummers in the world. The cinematography is good looking but basically everything has either a pastel green or glowing gold color too it. It is not bad but not mind blowing either. I think this film is a masterpiece but basically on the strength of just two things when boiled down. Those two things are like the main ingredients of a dish with many ingredients that work well but none that overpower the flavor of these two alone.

JK Simmons as Fletcher.

JK Simmons won an oscar for this performance so there isn't much more praise I can give it than most who've seen this film have already done. His performance so flip flops with emotion and a raw anger force that from my seat it is something worthy of deep admiration. It is a delicate balance of perfectly timed emotional moments and unexpected spurts of dread summoning outbursts and back again. His performance is a wonderfully timed roller coaster and in a way, much like the editing is like free form jazz in its ability to surprise me all 3 viewings.

"Black Swan", "Perfect Blue","All That Jazz","King of Comedy", and "The Wrestler" were all films that came to mind when I saw this. For some reason I love films about the struggles of artists. But the main one, in terms of editing, this film reminded me of was "All that Jazz". Both films earned an oscar for it. To me it was the best film of the year because of the culmination of the editing. The director knew the perfect amount of coverage to get but I'm astonished that most of the sequences in the film are so powerful yet made up of basically b-roll any editor could in theory move in many different ways to tell the story but in the way it is presented here seems to heighten every moment in an unpredictable free form kind of a way with its own flare for montage and style. It's very difficult to explain. For me it's an emotional thing. I fell in love with this movie the moment the editor and director decided to cut to a spit valve being opened and spit falling on the floor. The characters and dialogue are fun but the attention to details in such a limited space and the ability to make each sequence with the band seem nuanced and fresh while only concentrating on 1 of 2 characters in the mix could have easily been tedious but in the final cut of the film is anything but. The film ends at an emotional climax that's built up to its exact boiling point, it's heartbreaking but exactly what I'd wanted at my most ambitious ideals about the film I thought when I first bought my ticket. It's exactly what I wanted and needed. It reinvigorated my love for the art of storytelling simply through editing techniques, coverage, and a unique take on a performance I was in awe of and refreshed by.

So that's my two cents.