Self Reflectance, Inspiration and The Immortality of Edge.

It's funny what happens over the days as you work side by side with the same people sharing a similar vision, passion and drive. Over the past few weeks my fellow directors and myself have worked diligently on creating a grammatically correct and, if you will, lyrically consistent shot list with the hope that we can finesse our way onto the envied pedestal of the 'wow factor' and crush our competition (aka classmates).

Yet a funny thing happened along the way. As we were finalizing our final shot list on Sunday at the end of another 8-hour meeting, the dvd for the U2 concert tour of The Joshua Tree came on. While we were hammering out the details and exploring new and unique camera angles to visually illustrate our story we were suddenly caught off guard and treated to the sounds of my favorite band and their own unique and awe-inducing sounds; U2.

As the song Where The Streets Have No Name came on we paused. Although it's not my absolute favorite song on the Joshua Tree album (however it maintains its position as one of my favorites), I caught myself giddy as a 10-year old and covered with goose bumps as if I'd never heard it before. As the immortal beauty of the whimsical brilliance of Edge cast a inspiring reverb throughout the room I couldn't pull myself away as it's very nature brought about a feeling I haven't felt in a long time. it's almost like his guitar speaks it's own language that pulls you in and generates an awe inspiring, jaw dropping butterfly turning experience of its own. Comparatively, it was on par with when I made the incredible discovery of what Skittles were for the first time - so different, strange, unique yet compelling that you find yourself thirsting for more even when you're stuffing your face full of them.

As the song ended we got back to work, but for those 6-minutes or so, I was transfixed into another world - a place I haven't been in a long long time. There are not a whole lot of adjectives that I can think of that would justly satisfy my "awedness" if you will. It was just something that took me away from the realities of my life and what I was doing and brought me to a place where the streets truly have no name.