Thursday, June 17, 2010

School's out for summer

David is taking the summer off.
I am bereft,
about to find that the true talent in my music is not mine.

Spent the morning copying my stuff from the recording session onto a CD

Finishing up the piano violin piece and posting that.
It's called "Aria" now.
I don't know why.
The file name is "eightball"
I don't know why that, either.
On the score It says "Fro Piano and Violin; behind the eightball"
Or maybe it says "FOR piano" et cetera.

Don't know why that, either, either

Spent the morning fooling with MIDI codes only to find that they don't work with my fantastic Garritan patches, but only with MIDI patches.

As far as I know.

Which isn't far.

Well the dynamic controller works.
The pitch bend sorta works.
But patch changes seem to be right out.

General MIDI instruments don't sound much like instruments at all, at all.

So I heave a great sigh and hope who or whatever is in control of the big machinery takes pity and emails me the solutions to it all.

8 Comments:

Blogger Glenn Buttkus said...

Well, I guess you will just
have to use your vast imag-
ination, and make up reasons
to go downtown, or over to
Queen Anne Hill, enit?
Several months without formal
structure could do irrepairable
harm to some part of your
fragile psyche, though.
Perhaps you should cultivate
a new hobby, like collecting
belly button lint, or making
a huge ball of tin foil, or
picking up string everywhere
and tieing it together, or
painting Fidelio a different
color each month until David
returns order to your life.
I like EIGHTBALL as a title.
It just sends me....
somewhere. "Fro Piano" is
also a fine typo and perhaps
an apt title for sure.
Remember, the Blue Angels
are coming over your house
soon, and the Seafair hydro
races are just weeks away,
and maybe some vintage planes
will fly over your yard again.
For me, however, reality takes
on a different mantle. Just
seven days from now, I will
turn in my name badge, keys,
and foreskin, handcuffs,
cop's baton, tazer, brass
knuckles, condoms, already-
been-chewed gum, a half package
of life savers, out of ink
pens, a ruler with VA printed
on it, three peacock feathers,
five very old peppermints with
green fuzz growing on them,
six peanuts from under my desk,
a quarter pound of dust and
lint on my desk, and my
inimitable legacy to the
Department of Veteran's
Affairs, and my life's grand
adventure in Leisure Time
will commence, starting with
our three week long road trip
first to Duluth, Michigan, then
kitty corner to Texas, then up
to Colorado, then racing across
Wyoming, kissing Mormons in
Utah, biting spuds in Idaho,
and back to the green people
here at home.
Ain't life grand?

5:49 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Hay, Moosebreath. I believe dat's
Duluth, Minnesota dat youse goin
to dere. Get a map and get youse
shit togedder dere.

..........Vinnie

5:51 AM  
Blogger Lane Savant said...

"Fro" is an important word in Beethoven's 9th symphony.
Only it's spelled different.

9:36 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

....pajamas, I dunno. So we decided to go to Duluth where the tusks duluther...um de loo...no I think we need a different word here..

S.J Perelman

9:38 AM  
Blogger Lane Savant said...

One fantastic thing I did this past week was to repaint our 2 dollar Goodwill kitchen stool and replace the cardboard top with a nice piece of varnished plywood.

6:39 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Hallo, Lane!!
Lookong forward to hearing this new CD after I get back to Redwing the afternoon of 25 July!!
Best regards to you, Meredith, and Keth (also from the LL)!!
Tschüß,
Anonomann

8:28 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Hallo, Lane & Glenn!!
Yes, Glenn, "Fro Piano" is a happy title!! In fact, "Froh" auf deutsch is "happy" in English!!
Tschüß,
Froher Anonomann

8:30 AM  
Blogger Glenn Buttkus said...

Here it is....the very last
Blue Monday workaday day.
Had a quiet week end at home
with Melva; both of us fighting
this cold going around.
Even Father's Day was quiet
and very wet for late June.
We went out to a movie,
watching THE GIRL WITH THE
DRAGON TATOO, and loving it.
Melva wanted to get the book,
and the series of books it
was based on at the library,
but found hundreds of requests
for them already extant.
I may try and buy a used copy
just for grins.
My daughters called me for
(Step)Father's Day, but no
one came over; busy lives.
Great news that your stool
is classed up. I will check
it out the next foray I have
at Redwing Manor, enit?
One of the nurses here baked
me a lemon cake for retirement,
and I am sharing it at work.
Another of the nurses made me
a "retirement quilt", and it
is gorgeous too. There seem
to be a million things I need
to get done this week before
final check out on Friday,
and the beginning of our trip.

5:50 AM  

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