REXFORD Written By Craig Clyde, screenplay writer - Ben's Angels.  I first came across the enimga that is  Rexford, from a colleague associated with the Philharmonia Orchestra in the UK. The Orchestra, conducted by Allan Wilson, had just finshed recording Rexford's film score for his film Ben's Angels. Nothing astonishing about that you might think. But his story is beyond belief. Rexford was a  humble barman/cook in a country pub, with no knowledge of music or the film industry. He was certainly devoid of money. His son, died tragically, and from that moment dedicated his life to ensuring Ben did not die in vain. By making an intention to create wonderful music, and help poverty stricken people in Africa, his life would never be the same again.   He composed the film score, entitled  Angeli Nel Cielo/Spirit of Pinewood, which I believe is up there with the best.  His Album, Date with Destiny ( all tracks composed by him) is one of the most exciting albums I have heard in many years. His ability to convert powerful jounalistic prose, and a  poet's look at the goings on in this world,  into stunning music of all genres, is unique in my experience. You have a great selection of Rexford's music here to experience, including Angeli Nel Cielo and Spirit of Pinewood, parts one and two.  Be patient when loading this very large film score for Ben's Angels.  It may take about a minute, but it is well worth the wait. The film Ben's Angels, which I have been privileged to write the screenplay, is something no fiction writer could dream up. Look out for it in the next couple of years. It's in pre-production at the moment at Pinewood Studios in the UK, (Producers John Quilty and Maria Leus) and The Director is yet to be appointed. The Producers are looking for that special human being, who can weave together in film, this amazing true story, where music is the key. Composing the film score, the theme songs, the incidental music, the rock/pop tracks, singing on some of them! and paying for for the world's best musicians, including The Philharmonia Orchestra to record them, prior to the film being completed, has to be unheard of. But for any prospective Director, knowing that Rexford owns all his own music, and  yet to be published, has to be a phenomenal bonus.  No sponsors for Rexford. He travelled a journey from being homeless in London to achieving the making of his "dream movie." Eventually he found a job as a night porter in a hostel for the homeless. Pretty fitting for him at the time. He went on to work seven days a week, three sixty five days a year, to finance the film's ever-hungry cash requirements. This is only a small part of the story. Dramas in Africa will have the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. You'll  have to watch the film to find out what happens next. It is a testament to Rexford's unbelievable commitment to his son's leagacy, that he has nearly completed this almost impossible task. I know Rexford will keep you posted. Just thought you should know that he has been supporting the Blind and Disabled in Zambia, Africa for the past 16 years. Most of his earnings goes in that direction. Look out when the film hits the world circuit! This film has all the elements that would grace a true thriller, and will keep an audience of the edge of their seats. Scroll down for a little taster of the story.  Regards Craig Clyde Ben's Angels ( A true Story) Written Treatment Cook, James Tyler,(Rexford) was trapped.  Long nights, working behind hot ovens, seemed never-ending. It was seven days-a-week of purgatory. Life merged from one evening of cooking and drinking to another. He rarely knew what day it was. He hated it. But, that's how it was, making the best of a bad job. With a family support, there seemed no way out. He had worked from the age of seven, taking on many odd jobs to earn himself pocket money. Living in an isolated village in the middle of nowhere, money was a scarce commodity. He thought about those days as the chicken sizzled on the griddle. He dreamed of being successful. Somewhere in his heart he felt he could be, and then the next screamed order for steak and chips woke him from his eternal day-dream. In between orders he remembered an emotional moment in a farmer's field where he worked as a labourer at the age of ten. He cut grass and thistles with a sickle bigger than himself. A miraculous find during the hay-making session, was to alter the course of his life. December 5th, 1975 It was the Christmas party season. The pub was bustling with happy local farmers, booked in for their yearly get together. James had prepared early in the day. It was going to be a very busy night and a double celebration. The young chef was awaiting the birth of his first son. The crusty, weather-beaten farmers were eargerly awaiting the birth also. An excuse for much more frothy beer to flow. James was a popular, happy go lucky character, and all seemed set for a glorious night, but their trusty cook was now very late. It was not like him. He was always on time. Eventually he arrived, but was sullen, depressed, unsmiling and would not talk to anyone. After the Christmas mayhem he collapsed in tears and hid behind a giant fridge in the kitchen. His beautiful son had died earlier that day and his wife was hanging onto life by a thread. His previous twleve hours had been one of hell beyond description. Following the funeral he had an extraordinary dream. Suddenly he was back at the graveside re-living the events of that disastrous day. Being a hard-bitten atheist he was not prepared for what he was about to witness. He began to hear music, wonderful music and kindly distant angelic voices gave him comfort.  For James this was a singular point in time. The dream would not let go. Over the next weeks and months, his mind became a reservoir of amazing and preposterous thoughts. Gradually, the fragmented visions formed one giant moving landscape, and he saw the future before his eyes. "It was a film ," he thought. The dream was so powerful it provided fire for his imagination. Talking about such frivolous and idiotic ideas to his family and friends, would have been met with sympathetic scorn. It would have been attributed to his escalating drink problem. He tried to dull the pain with alcohol, and thrashed about wildy in an effort to come to terms with his changing personality. The " Dream Movie," gave him an escape route from his terrible reality. The script continued unabated. Colourful and detailed, he saw himself travelling the world on an incredible odyssey. The visionary film had a beginning, middle and end. As he reluctantly started another long session in the kitchen, his heart sank. The cold light of day hit him hard. His wife had returned from a year in hospital, and yearned for a simple life with her husband and four year old daughter.  But James had changed dramatically in that time. Months of heart-wrenching deliberations culminated in a decision. He would pour out his "heart of dreams," and lay them before his wife. Then, the bombshell. He would follow them... wherever they would take him. She dismissed his ramblings as a requirement for therapy. An explanation of supporting the family through the dreams, was met with derision. James set a date for leaving his job and effectively his family. Re-creating the movie in his head seemed so simple. It was a big vision and saw it clearly, but he had no knowledge of such things and was without money. However, he felt convinced it would all happen as he had seen it in his dreams. Within a year James found himself penniless and homeless on the streets of London. His wife had re-married and he stepped into hs own movie for real.... now the journey began...............