Another Wedensday
The usual pre-lims Bus ride, Coffee Ladro, Library, check out the things on the Library computer that I cant check out at home.
Oh, well, yeah a book store in the market, Leonard Bernstein, couple a books. Then the library. Ives, life with music, by Swafford, Spafford, something like that, I'd have to go into the next room to find out.
Walk up the hill stop at Olympic frame, where I last had the Volvo's wheels aligned.
Order a tall drip and biscotti.
The place in the Roosevelt district is now a coffee shop "Cloud City".
Actually Olympic frame is now "Victrola" I've been meaning to drop in for a while. I've been watching it morph over the last couple a years.
Inasmuch as all i drink is coffee black, I can't tell you whether it is any better or worse than any other coffee shop in town.
At home I drink Taster's Choice instant.
I was reminded of this shop because of Think Denk's mention of a "Cafe Victrola" on
15th which is further up the hill.
Bach and Handel never met either.
Lesson was typical, I continue to inch my way toward geniusosity.
I did get a little frisson of excitement, however, when David mentioned that the Salon was going to be held at Good Shepard instead of Soundbridge.
The salon this month will feature David Mesler, Keith Eisenbrey, Elizabeth Falconer.
Elizabeth was present at the Salon when I presented a trio for piano, bass and flute
She told me that she liked the piece, which struck my thunder, 'cause she is a real musician, and I am apparently some kind of scary clown.
This was also the event at which the exquisite Christian sweetheart of a flutist thanked me for "letting her play my music" never saw that one coming. She continued her blind siding tecniques and now I can't go there any more. Life, as we all know, is a meaningless pile of shit. Nothing new there.
But it's not true, the Salon will be at Soundbridge, and will be at Good Shepard in the future.
No good news comes without a swift kick in the ass accompianing, eh?
I doooo wish I had a recording of that performance, but I didn't have a recorder at the time. When I did, It didn't work, It would record rehearsal and test but when I got it home, nothing on the card. That was the Joyce poems that Bryan Stratton sang so well. I would truely love to have both those pieces to link. Pfaugh!
So I went home.
Changed clothes
Put on the new shoes I got at Macy's in the morning between the Library and the frame shop.
Drove up to the festival and listened to Jeremy (I hope I'm not getting too familiar
by using only the first name here but it saves space)(hah) play a four handed piece by Joe Mozart.
Something by Kodaly and some Brahms.
I may have had some opinions about the stuff, but why bother.
Good Italian roast beef sandwich.
Oh, well, yeah a book store in the market, Leonard Bernstein, couple a books. Then the library. Ives, life with music, by Swafford, Spafford, something like that, I'd have to go into the next room to find out.
Walk up the hill stop at Olympic frame, where I last had the Volvo's wheels aligned.
Order a tall drip and biscotti.
The place in the Roosevelt district is now a coffee shop "Cloud City".
Actually Olympic frame is now "Victrola" I've been meaning to drop in for a while. I've been watching it morph over the last couple a years.
Inasmuch as all i drink is coffee black, I can't tell you whether it is any better or worse than any other coffee shop in town.
At home I drink Taster's Choice instant.
I was reminded of this shop because of Think Denk's mention of a "Cafe Victrola" on
15th which is further up the hill.
Bach and Handel never met either.
Lesson was typical, I continue to inch my way toward geniusosity.
I did get a little frisson of excitement, however, when David mentioned that the Salon was going to be held at Good Shepard instead of Soundbridge.
The salon this month will feature David Mesler, Keith Eisenbrey, Elizabeth Falconer.
Elizabeth was present at the Salon when I presented a trio for piano, bass and flute
She told me that she liked the piece, which struck my thunder, 'cause she is a real musician, and I am apparently some kind of scary clown.
This was also the event at which the exquisite Christian sweetheart of a flutist thanked me for "letting her play my music" never saw that one coming. She continued her blind siding tecniques and now I can't go there any more. Life, as we all know, is a meaningless pile of shit. Nothing new there.
But it's not true, the Salon will be at Soundbridge, and will be at Good Shepard in the future.
No good news comes without a swift kick in the ass accompianing, eh?
I doooo wish I had a recording of that performance, but I didn't have a recorder at the time. When I did, It didn't work, It would record rehearsal and test but when I got it home, nothing on the card. That was the Joyce poems that Bryan Stratton sang so well. I would truely love to have both those pieces to link. Pfaugh!
So I went home.
Changed clothes
Put on the new shoes I got at Macy's in the morning between the Library and the frame shop.
Drove up to the festival and listened to Jeremy (I hope I'm not getting too familiar
by using only the first name here but it saves space)(hah) play a four handed piece by Joe Mozart.
Something by Kodaly and some Brahms.
I may have had some opinions about the stuff, but why bother.
Good Italian roast beef sandwich.
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posted by Lane Savant at 8:07 AM
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Maybe it was Northwest Frame
Dougie:
As the weeks thump by many of us, your loyal bloggers and blogettes, feel that we are right there with you on your "Wednesdays". We know that the Coffee Ladro is one of may using the same name; kind of a franchise don't you know. On one of those Wednesday you bumped into a very "nice" and helpful person at the library. Whatever happened to them, or am I hallucinating?
Charles Ives: A Life With Music (Paperback)
by Jan Swafford (Author) "THE MUSIC OF CHARLES IVES, which on first acquaintance generally strikes listeners as willfully eccentric, grew from "a long foreground"-as Emerson said of Walt Whitman's..."
This is a scholarly assessment of the American composer Charles Ives, whose life and work have remained enigmatic since his death in 1954. A successful insurance executive in Hartford, Connecticut, Ives used a considerable part of his tidy income to promote serious modern music, and despite his day job maintained a prolific output of scores himself. He was a robustly opinionated and confident individual who eschewed easy listening; his atonal works were considered almost un-American. Yet he also sought recognition that just eluded him in his lifetime. Ives is increasingly known around the world. Jan Swafford, himself a composer, should help win even more interest with this sympathetic biography. --This text refers to an out of print or unavailable edition of this title.
Charles Ives (1874-1954) was the first great composer of American serious music (though he would have hated that phrase) and also, paradoxically, a pioneer in the nascent life insurance industry around the turn of the century, whose approaches are still known and followed. Inspired by his bandmaster father, he sought always to hear more acutely and to render a music at once popular and profound; and in his experiments with atonality and polyrhythms, he long anticipated the discoveries for which European masters like Schoenberg and Stravinsky are renowned. In his later years, as his own creative gifts faded, he lavished much of his considerable wealth on the promotion of his own, and others', music?as long as it wasn't "sissy" music, by which he meant anything too soothing to the ear. The perceived performance difficulty of much of his work, and its very different sound from what audiences were accustomed to, meant that his life was almost over before he began to be appreciated as a master, a profoundly American original. Swafford, himself a composer as well as a superb writer, has worked brilliantly on Ives's behalf: the depth of his research, his insights and his constant empathy have brought the old curmudgeon (and to many modern eyes, Ives must seem an absurdly anachronistic figure) to vivid life, at once a comic and a tragic figure?and in terms of his significance in American artistic life, on the level of Twain or Whitman.
Hey, are you sure you wern't in some other state when you had your Volvo aligned?
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I don't think this lady is the one you are referring to:
Elizabeth Falconer
Santa Fe, NM
United States
Member Since: Dec 2001
How about this lady?
Koto master and storyteller Elizabeth Falconer combines the folk art of storytelling with the classical art of koto music with her own original style of puppetry to create "Koto Tales".
Elizabeth’s numerous recordings have received Parents’ Choice, NAPPA, Iparenting and Storytelling World Awards. She perform frequently in schools, libraries, and at festivals throughout the Northwest, and is artist in residence for several Seattle-area organizations. She earned a master’s license from the Sawai Koto School in Tokyo, a BA in Japanese from the University of Oregon, and holds a Ph.D. in International Education.
KEITH EISENBREY
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My recent e-mail exchange with Keith Eisenbrey reminded me why this whimsical yet penetrating Seattle composer/pianist is a "composer's composer." Eisenbrey writes, "Three attributes are essential to music: engagement, eloquence, and incandescence. Each participant in a musical activity, be they composer, performer, or listener, must be fully engaged--body, soul, and mind. Eloquence is the notion that however difficult or subtle an utterance might be, it must actually accomplish what it intends. Incandescence is the perception of a music being exponentially greater than the power of its parts. If music is hitting on all three of these cylinders then it doesn't matter what 'kind' of music it is."
Much of Eisenbrey's music explores the inner sonorities of the piano with spiky notes, unusual chords, and confounding forms. I still vividly recall a performance of his Slow Blues. This solo piano piece elongates the blues into a time-dilated haze where loud clusters of chords ring and decay as if compact clouds of granulated chalk could swim inside the piano and scour the strings.
Though I don't quite understand, old Doug Palmer got his name included with Mesler on line:
Composers Salon Past SalonsDavid Mesler Gavin Borchert Doug Palmer Doublends Vert Keith Eisenbrey, Untitled ... David Mesler Doug Palmer, Sonata Trois Visage Alone and Not Alone ...
www.composersalon.com/SalonPast.htm - 71k
#27 March 26, 2004
Soundbridge at Benaroya Hall
Tom Baker
Rick Bidlack
Colt Valenti
Doug Palmer
#26 December 5 , 2003
Soundbridge at Benaroya Hall
David Mesler
Gavin Borchert
Doug Palmer
Doublends Vert
Keith Eisenbrey Untitled
Canon
Diabelli Variations
Improv
Song of Solomon
Season 4: 2002-2003
#24: July 25, 2003
Soundbridge at Benaroya Hall
Michael Chealander
Robert Henry
David Mesler
Doug Palmer Sonata
Trois Visage
Alone and Not Alone
36 Variations (on a theme of Diabelli)
Season 3: 2001-2002
#19: July 26, 2002
Soundbridge at Benaroya Hall
Linda Antas
Brad Anderson
Gavin Borchert
Christopher DeLaurenti
Liz Falconer
Doug Palmer A River from the Walls
13 Pieces for Piano (8-13)
Prelude
Day Tripper
Chocolate Suite
Untitled
It appears that from 2001-2004 you were in Fat City at Soundbridge. It helps to explicate how you are friends with David Mesler, Liz Falconer, and Keith Eisenbrey as well. I must admit, the image of you as the "scary clown" is a bit haunting. We all have our dark side, and it is bread and butter for Stephen King; even though it does not work so well for Lane Savant and his alter ego, Doug Palmer.
Glenn
Glad the Salon is moving out of the basement of the Cuckuck's Nest, but tonite's (27 July) Salon will be in Soundbridge; poor Will had to set up a room full of chairs for it alone (I don't have the muscles to lift SeaSymph's leaden chairs; he'll [probably ] be inwardly happy not top have to do this in the future.
--Anonomann
Doug:
Hey senor, I received the CD you sent me. Amazes me that you could send a package just to "Glenn" and your return address was sans name as well. I could listen to the CD on my computer at home, but I think I will finally go out and purchase a cheap CD player so that I can enjoy it wherever. The computers at work (mine at least) have been "updated" --and now I can no longer play CD's on it. Pretty sneaky old Big Brother. It probably listens to me, or spies on me, or both.
Looking forward to listening to the Trombone work.
Glenn
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