Friday, March 06, 2009


So, lemme see, roof leak, gutters, CPA ,2nd mvt. 2vln concerto, school, that's about it, I guess.

Yesterday (Thurs) I wanted to got to Ann Cumming's performance at the piano store (Sherman Clay) but it started at 12:15 so I didn't have time to park at SCCC and get to town.
Parked in a lot next to Bananaroyal hall and went to Caffe Ladro for the coff&carb ritual.
I thought I knew exactly where the store was but I spent 20 minnits walking up and down 2nd, 3rd, & 4th before I found it just in time right across from Macy's.
I don't think it used to be there.
Anyway besides a collection of lesser composers, she also played a piece by Gavin Borcherd.
It was a nice meditative piece that was a major contrast to the rest of the program.
Especially the Henryk Goerecki, and the Bela Bartok,
Ann is a strong player and seems to like big full works.
I imagine that the keyboard was quite warm after the workout.

The Borcherd piece was quiet, colorful and gave me the sense of being in a vast uninclosed space waiting for echoes that came only to the imagination.

Also on the bill were Aaron Copland, Jean Sibelius, and Joe Brahms

So, after that, having a couple hours to kill before class, I ransomed the Prius and tootled on up to QA and some refreshments.

It's not what you are thinking, this time I tried out Peet's Coffee and Tea.
It's across the street from the S'bucks in the same general vicinity of the the Seattle Symphony related traffic incident.

Had a couple bags of Earl Grey and a croissant, then zipped back to Cap Hill and my 'Ol Alma Mater.

After getting my weekly dose of inspiration I slogged home again to find that the furnace had burnt out it's little spark plug.

Which wasn't repaired 'till this morning.

The weather is nice, if a bit cold, so I Took Fidelio out for a ten miler which aborted after a mile and a half due to a loose cable which cost me most of my back gears.

Brought it home and fixed it.

Works fine on the bench.

The weekend promises to be a musical one, tonight there's the salon, tomorrow there's the opera, "Bluebeard's Castle" by the aforementioned Bela Bartok on the same bill as "Ewartung" by Arnold Schoenberg.
'sposed to be a great show, won't miss it.

And If that's not enuff to curl your hair, tomorrow we once again parade up to the UW for the Seattle Phil's version of some American music.

Then, for those of us of the Book Group persuasion, there's a discussion of "Behind the Scenes at the Museum" written by somebody whose name escapes mt right at the moment.

Here's what the bike excursion was like.


Distance, 2.2 miles
Time on the trail, 16.29 minutes
Average speed, 8.3 miles per hour
Top speed, 28.00 miles per hour
Odometer total 1167 miles.
Ambient temperature 55 degrees

Nothing to brag about but a good time was had by all, I suppose.



Blogger butch said...

High in the 40's, lottsa wind, possibility of snow today, or tonight, 1 to 3" they say. Change the clocks ahead, Spring Ahead, at 2am--hell of a way to herald spring, enit? You and Fidelio may have to wait out the in climate weather, and stall those jets for a week or so.

Man, your triple dose of culture, classical music, composition, and your derring-do about parking near, and now actually attending something within the confines of Benaroya are simply overwhelming.

Many of us are not too familiar with Ann Cummings, but since she is a Seattle-based musician, perhaps you have mentioned her before here on FFTL:

Ann Cummings is a provocative, dynamic and exciting pianist who has won wide audience acclaim for her interpretative insight and her multimedia approach to concerts. Her work is appreciated throughout the United States and into parts of Canada, but it began in a small town known as Clearwater, FL. She began her artistic training as a pianist at age 8. By 16 she had her debut with the Florida Orchestra playing Mozart's 21st piano concerto under Maestro Irwin Hoffman. At the University of Florida, where she graduated with honors, Cummings was the recipient of UF's four-year scholarship in music performance and UF's Friend's of Music scholarship. She was also the winner of the 17th annual School of Music Concerto competition with Rachmaninov's first piano concerto under Maestro Raymond Chobaz. After her graduation, Cummings was offered the Edith Pitts graduate scholarship to continue her studies, but marriage and a move to Seattle created a different path for her musical career.

In Seattle Cummings began work as a freelance pianist, set up a private teaching studio and studied painting and philosophy. Her research in these fields led to her multimedia approach in presenting concerts now formally known as Inside the Music. Her Inside the Music concerts have included the smashing of mirrors, the blowing of bubbles, magic tricks, 12-tone sculptures, paintings, and masks. Cummings has been presenting Inside the Music as a soloist since 1994. She has released three CDs of Inside the Music which can be found at her website here or at In addition to her solo performances, Cummings is also artistic director for Inside the MusicClassical, a concert series in Seattle which presents other musicians and visual artists in multimedia collaborations of classical music.

Cummings is also noted for her work with new music. She has presented new works in collaboration with the Seattle Composers' Salon, the ProConArt Series at the University of Washington in Seattle, the Center for Advance Research of Technology in the Arts and Humanities at the University of Washington, recording projects for composers in the Seattle area, and world premieres live on radio station, KING FM.

In addition to her work in music, Cummings is gaining recognition as a painter in galleries in Boston, New York, Seattle, and New Jersey.

Cummings maintains an active performing career, teaching schedule, serves community outreach in the arts, and is often a guest lecturer on music and the arts

Cummings resides in Seattle, WA with her husband.

It is cool that you still make music with those magic wrenches. Fidelio is grateful to be sure. Having to bench her for a bit was probably embarrassing to
such a steed, but there it is. Loose cables have to be dealt with. A man needs his back gears.

I have some friends who went to see "BlueBeard's Castle" last night. On the radio ads, they make it sound like the Second Coming, like Cirque de Operatus. Be curious to get the Savant slant on the production. What are the ticket prices these days for such an event?

Melva ran off to a meeting with her professional group down at the State School for the Blind in Vancouver. They are having their annual conference next week in Portland. She'll be gone for that too.


1:22 PM  
Blogger butch said...

Doing some poems of Hart Crane's over on FFTR, and I stumbled onto this one:

To Emily Dickinson

You who desired so much--in vain to ask--
Yet fed you hunger like an endless task,
Dared dignify the labor, bless the quest--
Achieved that stillness ultimately best,

Being, of all, least sought for: Emily, hear!
O sweet, dead Silencer, most suddenly clear
When singing that Eternity possessed
And plundered momently in every breast;

--Truly no flower yet withers in your hand.
The harvest you descried and understand
Needs more than wit to gather, love to bind.
Some reconcilement of remotest mind--

Leaves Ormus rubyless, and Ophir chill.
Else tears heap all within one clay-cold hill.

Hart Crane

Pretty cool, enit?


7:28 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

How sweet that poem was too, back in 1928. Just seems like yesterday to me. How time flies when it no longer exists.


6:35 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I like the poems Larry Levis wrote about me a lot more, Emmie. Levis was not a fag, and he wrote so clearly and powerfully. Crane was always turgid, flowery, limp-wristed, and class conscious.

..........Edgar Allen Poo

6:37 AM  
Blogger Jannie Funster said...

Buckets of rain.
Buckets of tears.
Got all them buckets,
coming out of my ears...

1:39 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Buckets of tears
Buckets of pain
Buckets of time
Till I see you again

........Eddy Emerald

1:51 PM  

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