I went to see Jenny and Johnny at a Baltimore venue Monday night. I was going to write about that, but what are you going to say?  I shot some flip camera stuff, but everybody was shooting with phones and flips.  I saw Rilo Kiley at the Wiltern in L.A. a bunch of years ago (with my niece, who turned me on to them when she was like 12) and it was pretty great. I remember we were sitting behind Kirsten Dunst, and how everyone in the packed house held up cell-phones-as-candles, replacing the traditional matches/ cigarette lighter offering of old. Three and half years ago we saw the Rabbit Fur Coat/ Watson Twins incarnation at the 9:30 in D.C. Fantastic also, but not the same sense of excitement. Now it’s Jenny and Johnny in four-piece rock band mode at a club, with a small turnout.  I used to wonder why Jenny Lewis was not more popular than say Taylor Swift (at least in my naïve aesthetic worldview that would have made sense). One big difference: Taylor Swift is focused.

But so anyway, that day before the show I was listening to Fresh Air: Terry Gross interviewing Keith Richards.  Ms. Gross is a dutiful interviewer, and was sort of trying to get Mr. Richards to say something controversial or revealing (talk about Venus and Mars…) She failed on both counts, but it was enormously entertaining. Like Mr. Richards trying to explain the importance of  “vowel movements,” or when she would complete a thought for him and he’d say, “you’ve got it Terry, that’s it.” And it’s always cool to hear cryptically disjointed groupie stories from a dude pushing seventy. Ms. Gross wanted to stir up some tales of acrimony between Richards and Jagger, but Mr. Richards said: “rubbish.”  You work in a band fifty years, of course you have fights.

So I’m watching Jenny and Johnny, and remembering about Keith Richards, but mostly I’m thinking about the sound track music that I don’t have for the movie trailer I am editing (ROWS, a scary psycho thriller).  Film music is so hard to get just right. Small differences in nuance can make your film seem mysterious and cool, or cheesy and flat. If there is anybody out there that wants to send me some music, I’m all ears. There’s an excellent film composer named Jeff Grace (check out his score for The House of the Devil and other movies (http://www.jeffgrace.net/audio.htm), but this is local and for the love. Local alternative/ electronica composer Rick Strittmater (http://www.cdbaby.com/Artist/rickstrittmater) does some awesome stuff too, and there are others I’m checking out.  All for a two-minute scary movie trailer.  Maybe I need to focus.

— david warfield