Showing posts with label Matthias Grunewald. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Matthias Grunewald. Show all posts

Monday, March 31, 2008

March 31 - Above and Beyond


Record Credo of Genre Implosions No. 1 and do orchestration of Variations on Americana, astoundingly through page 16.




Before this, help Nick Montes re GarageBand, and do a demo recording of Difficult from Vocal Sonatina No. 1 ("Spitzer"), ultimately with Helium Voice which maybe, possibly, kinda is a keeper -- actually finishing it at home.



Previous to that, Richard Rodgers Sound of Music: Do-Re-Mi first 16 bars in Theory for dictation, sight-singing, and harmony -- how can one resist the apparently only other song to feature solfege on sequential notes of a scale since Guido d'Arezzo's Hymn to St. John? One can't.

Sunday, March 23, 2008

March 23 - Resurrection Symphony


Rise up, rise up,



we look unto the hills, from whence come our salvation. Powerful gasoline, a clean windshield, a shoeshine, and redwoods-hard-up-against-chaparral help.



And music, always music, maybe Mahler maybe Mark mayhem and mild -- birds, the rustle of leaves, an occasional vehicle -- sounds rising from the riparian depths to the high oak savannas.



(one hopes, however, for the absence of certain strains, warned in the mossy slopes,



of cause and response, call and effect).



Naturally Napa for this ninth and final official day of spring break, in a symmetry of knarled limbs



and a symphony of elfin overhangs;



a verdant Vermontian, Verdian tunnel --



Stravinsky sinuously soaring to the sky.



Out of the canyon, heading back down south toward Orchard Road, there's Mt. George again,



across a sea of vineyards, and



looking back to the east side canyon checkerboard of vegetation,



even a few digger pines.



Back in the car, we cruise up canyon again and down into Oakville again, south Route 29 again,



dining at Mustards, across from a mansion in the Yountville Hills, ordering beer (of all things)



chez Budweiser Fairfield (of all places), which we pass on the way back, the wind so severe that even the horizon, atilt, is moving up.



Shadows are moving up, too, on the Fairfield Pyramids and



Poverty


Hills,



and the North Lagoon Mountains near Vacaville,



where sycamores,



palms and tulip trees glow for an instant, then it's night once more.



Record instrumental version of Vocal Sonatina No. 2 ("Vatsyayama"): III. "On the Means of Attracting Others to Oneself"









All the rest is silence. So far.