Oh no, not again
Yeah, so what?
I outlined the 2nd movement of my trombone concerto this morning
1st movement is blocked in.
Once I get the 3rd or maybe even 4th sketched in, then comes the details.
The details are supposed to make the difference.
The Devil is in them.
God is in them.
Way too much pressure for me!
If someone should ever happen to want to hear this stuff, I suppose I'll polish.
Unfortunately, then one needs to create a readable score and that's just work!
Yesterday I went to the Beacon Hill neighborhood festival to hear a friend play piano.
You've heard of her on this site before (search "Being Ann Cummings")
A fearless artist!
She also wears masks that fit the theme of the piece she's playing (ooh, ooh, I have a picture. I'll post it later, cant do it from here anyway)
The festival was held on a tennis court.
Absolutely fearless!
A Steinway outdoors is kind of a novel concept inasmuch as she plays classical music. Prokovief, Liszt, Rachmaninoff, Shostakovich and the like.
The other band was keyboards, guitars, and trumpet playing a kind of mellow jazz or something.
Fortunately, there was amplification for the piano.
Looking at things from different angles is always informative and hearing this kind of music in casual al-fresco with screaming children, passing cars, jets overhead, etc., did offer a new perspective.
Listening existentially rather than intellectually.
I don't do emotiomnally (can't even spell it)
Most of the composers were late 19th or early 20th century and some of them had to suffer "The Dictatorship of the Proletariat"
Having thier music (and often thier person) condemned by the simple minded jerks who always seem to float to positions of power.
(I can't seem to let this Seattle Symphony thing alone, can I?)
Anyway, it does seem to bear out my scientific theory that intelligence has mass and therefore weight since it always seems to be so rare at the upper reaches of society and so rife here where I am. (I have another scientific theory that I may post someday)
Everyone I know is smarter than I and everyone I hear about in the news is not.
What else?
O yeah, there were also several childrens acts including tumblers, acrobats, unicyclists, and double dutch jump ropers.
The main feature of these acts seemed to be falling down.
They were charming and a tough act to follow especially with Rachmaninov.
There is a large Chinese population on Beacon Hill and thier children did some dancing. They're kids and anything they try is beautiful.
Surfing around in my ennui (a little known east european 3 cylinder automobile some say is just a cheap copy of a Trabant), I found a site apparently devoted to my secondbest loved novelist, William Gaddis.
Love his work
He is more cynical than I (not tooo hard to do)
He can also write novels (way toooooo hard to do)
Well not any more, being dead and all.
Go check some out of the library.
Some titles are "The Recognition", "JR", "A Frolic of His Own", "Carpenter Gothic", "Agape Agape" maybe there's more, I dunno.
I liked "JR" the best.
The Seattle Library (yet to evict me from the premises) had a booth. the gir...person man...personing the booth handed me a card to fill out challenging me to read three, yes that's right three whole books this summer!
If I can manage to do that, and log them in the aforementioned card, they will give me something, and I'll be entered in a drawing for a "Book Lovers" book bag.
I don't know if I'd call it love, but I do think of them a lot and am almost always in the presence of one or more.
I outlined the 2nd movement of my trombone concerto this morning
1st movement is blocked in.
Once I get the 3rd or maybe even 4th sketched in, then comes the details.
The details are supposed to make the difference.
The Devil is in them.
God is in them.
Way too much pressure for me!
If someone should ever happen to want to hear this stuff, I suppose I'll polish.
Unfortunately, then one needs to create a readable score and that's just work!
Yesterday I went to the Beacon Hill neighborhood festival to hear a friend play piano.
You've heard of her on this site before (search "Being Ann Cummings")
A fearless artist!
She also wears masks that fit the theme of the piece she's playing (ooh, ooh, I have a picture. I'll post it later, cant do it from here anyway)
The festival was held on a tennis court.
Absolutely fearless!
A Steinway outdoors is kind of a novel concept inasmuch as she plays classical music. Prokovief, Liszt, Rachmaninoff, Shostakovich and the like.
The other band was keyboards, guitars, and trumpet playing a kind of mellow jazz or something.
Fortunately, there was amplification for the piano.
Looking at things from different angles is always informative and hearing this kind of music in casual al-fresco with screaming children, passing cars, jets overhead, etc., did offer a new perspective.
Listening existentially rather than intellectually.
I don't do emotiomnally (can't even spell it)
Most of the composers were late 19th or early 20th century and some of them had to suffer "The Dictatorship of the Proletariat"
Having thier music (and often thier person) condemned by the simple minded jerks who always seem to float to positions of power.
(I can't seem to let this Seattle Symphony thing alone, can I?)
Anyway, it does seem to bear out my scientific theory that intelligence has mass and therefore weight since it always seems to be so rare at the upper reaches of society and so rife here where I am. (I have another scientific theory that I may post someday)
Everyone I know is smarter than I and everyone I hear about in the news is not.
What else?
O yeah, there were also several childrens acts including tumblers, acrobats, unicyclists, and double dutch jump ropers.
The main feature of these acts seemed to be falling down.
They were charming and a tough act to follow especially with Rachmaninov.
There is a large Chinese population on Beacon Hill and thier children did some dancing. They're kids and anything they try is beautiful.
Surfing around in my ennui (a little known east european 3 cylinder automobile some say is just a cheap copy of a Trabant), I found a site apparently devoted to my secondbest loved novelist, William Gaddis.
Love his work
He is more cynical than I (not tooo hard to do)
He can also write novels (way toooooo hard to do)
Well not any more, being dead and all.
Go check some out of the library.
Some titles are "The Recognition", "JR", "A Frolic of His Own", "Carpenter Gothic", "Agape Agape" maybe there's more, I dunno.
I liked "JR" the best.
The Seattle Library (yet to evict me from the premises) had a booth. the gir...person man...personing the booth handed me a card to fill out challenging me to read three, yes that's right three whole books this summer!
If I can manage to do that, and log them in the aforementioned card, they will give me something, and I'll be entered in a drawing for a "Book Lovers" book bag.
I don't know if I'd call it love, but I do think of them a lot and am almost always in the presence of one or more.
posted by Lane Savant at 6:03 PM
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