LAX. Bain of my existence, with its lack of powerpoints, grumpy staff and overzealous security. I don’t even have time enough to leave the airport and have a drink with friends. I’m on my way back to Australia though, so there certainly is cause to smile, despite my frustration.
I’m pretty knackered. 6 countries (and countless stopovers) in 5 weeks. Airport food, jetlag, several foot of snow, some pretty heavy camera gear, nearly three days worth of footage, a recording session in Manhattan and the bulk of
The Songs They Sang is now filmed. There’s a few important loose ends I need to film in Melbourne, but for the most part, I’m ready to hit the editing suite.
In the last 5 weeks, I’ve met some amazing and inspiring people, heard inspirational and harrowing stories, listened to (and recorded) some beautiful music and survived -19C temperatures in Lithuania. It’s fair to say that the production of this particular project has taken me further geographically, technically and mentally than I have ever gone before, and has probably been the biggest challenge of my career (if not my life) to date. I’m feeling a little fragile, but am quietly satisfied that I managed to accomplish what I set out to do, if not more.
A big shout out needs to go to the people that helped me along the way, or offered accommodation – Hale and Yaara in Israel, Sean in Paris, Simon and the the community in Vilnius, (Mommies) Sylvia and Erma in New York and the cheeky boys of 2129 in Washington.
And of course, there’s been a slew of supportive people back home – the producers of the film, Pauline and Greg who set me on this journey in the first place and my long suffering mother who can find a webcam in just about any city (usually in order to check the weather). I hope the end result does you all, and the people of Vilna (those tragically lost, and those who survived to tell and sing their story) proud.
Alexander Tamir recalls composing Shtiler, Shtiler in Vilna Ghetto 1941, whilst interviewed
in Jerusalem, 2010.