Around lunchtime a few Sunday’s ago, I was privy to the fact that Boyd Tinsley would be doing a screening of some sort at Toad’s Place in New Haven CT followed by a meet and greet. By mid afternoon, my brothers grabbed some tickets to whatever it was and set the plan in motion. Just after dinnertime, I was picked up and off we went. What this screening was? We still had no idea. We were just excited at the idea that we would get to shake Boyd’s hand. Anyone that grew up loving the classic 90s/early 2000s Dave Matthews Band can most certainly understand the feeling. He shreds the fiddle. He is an amazing musician. It would be a honor…
While on the ride down from Hartford, I put my smartphone to use and found that Boyd had produced an independent movie called “Faces in the Mirror” and he was currently on tour promoting and screening it throughout the country. Same smartphone also helped me view this here trailer:
Once I realized what was actually happening, I grew more excited. The music sounded phenomenal and the film looked completely up my alley: dark and full of intense thought.
We walked into the venue and there were about one hundred chairs set theater-style facing a rather large screen. While trying to find a seat, I overheard a lot of memories. People reminiscing about their first live DMB experience and talking about all the “disgusting” (as in good) things that Boyd brought to the band with the “magic he makes on his fiddle.” Not soon after a trip down my own memory lane did Boyd breeze right by me, grabbed a mic and started speaking on some of his memories of making this film. I will have to paraphrase:
He explained what the movie was about, how it came to be and what it means to him. It was created by and with a very intimate cast and crew. It was in the making for three years and in editing for two years before the final product could come to the surface.
“We wrote the music first and then the movie came.”
“From my heart to your heart. Please enjoy.”
The film is a beautiful tragedy. It is about a young man who loses his estranged father and who was visited by an angel bearing a rare gift of home movies; a filmstrip depicting his memories. He appears to be an only child and that he lost his mother at an early age. The audience is led to follow this young man through the film as he lives through the loss and goes on a surreal journey through his past, reliving moments one might rather forget about.
The score/soundtrack was written and performed primarily by Boyd but with the help of some his band-mates as well as several other talented musicians. It was beautifully performed and as he suggested it would be, the movie fit right around each sound. It gave the film somewhat of a similar vibe to Pink Floyd’s “The Wall” wherein what we were seeing melted into the music we were hearing.