Pilot’s Address
(A little in the style of a true king, The Pilot makes an annual address. It is like casting a stone into a deep pool. Many gather and a silence falls in the Storiverse to hear it…)
“Yeah, I am the Pilot of Bee Patrol.
“Long journey!
“No past, no future, there’s only the Now.
“That’s how you get through – there’s only Now.
(Background sound falls silent for the Pilot’s Address to the conscious and yet-to-be-conscious beings of the Storiverse…)
“Men and Women of Imagination!
“Let the story out!
“Men and Women of Imagination!
“Plus or minus, what is it you’ve got to lose?
“Nothing to lose!
“The stone is in the plum.
“The plum is in the stone
“Men and Women of Imagination!
“Let it out!
“Men and Women of Imagination!
“Let me out!
“There is no past, there is no future, there is only the Now.
“That’s how you get through it”.
(His sweet words create a growing broadcast honeycomb.)
(fade)
Now watch the movie:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bgTWslRSkl4&feature=related
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Saturday, 7 May 2011
Friday, 6 May 2011
Script: The Pilot of Bee Patrol: Series 1 - Episode 3
The Scream
(Sometimes the interminable length of his journey can get to The Pilot of Bee Patrol, especially when he wakes up in a fire-fight to find that something has written the word ‘Bee’ in the condensation of his window. This sends him into a seemingly endless scream like a figure from a Munch painting. He has been trained to use his voice in very special ways. He begins to ruminate on his life and nature as a wave-formed instrument of pure music…)
“Yeah, I am the Pilot of Bee Patrol.
“Long journey!
“No past, no future, there’s only the Now.
“That’s how you get through – there’s only Now.
“My bones drummed the bass.
“My muscles bore a rhythm.
“Melodies on veins.
“A tambourine my skin.
“When I was born, an instrument was fashioned.
“When I was one, a tuning fork walked the world.
“When I was two, I played a merry tune.
“When I was three, the world played me.
“Now I am older, I have been through many hands.
“I’ve played one-night stands.
“Had fans.
“Sang city songs
“Books’ songs.
“Wrung songs.
“Political songs.
“But now I sing the song that I am.
“The tune I was born to be”.
(His scream has become silent, he calms.)
(fade)
Now see the movie:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fm6D0SHnbkc&feature=related
(Sometimes the interminable length of his journey can get to The Pilot of Bee Patrol, especially when he wakes up in a fire-fight to find that something has written the word ‘Bee’ in the condensation of his window. This sends him into a seemingly endless scream like a figure from a Munch painting. He has been trained to use his voice in very special ways. He begins to ruminate on his life and nature as a wave-formed instrument of pure music…)
“Yeah, I am the Pilot of Bee Patrol.
“Long journey!
“No past, no future, there’s only the Now.
“That’s how you get through – there’s only Now.
“My bones drummed the bass.
“My muscles bore a rhythm.
“Melodies on veins.
“A tambourine my skin.
“When I was born, an instrument was fashioned.
“When I was one, a tuning fork walked the world.
“When I was two, I played a merry tune.
“When I was three, the world played me.
“Now I am older, I have been through many hands.
“I’ve played one-night stands.
“Had fans.
“Sang city songs
“Books’ songs.
“Wrung songs.
“Political songs.
“But now I sing the song that I am.
“The tune I was born to be”.
(His scream has become silent, he calms.)
(fade)
Now see the movie:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fm6D0SHnbkc&feature=related
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