This is one dopey video. But I put it up so that you can hear the song I have been spending loads of time on recently. I am putting as much of the recorded arrangement as I can into a Finale Doc. My idea is to use this tune as an opener on Aug 5th. I really like the writing and the arrangement and the fact that it uses so many musicians. It sounds kind of lame on Youtube, though.
The video completely misses the point of the song which is from the point of view of someone being re-accepted into a relationship not seeking re-acceptance. I guess that figures.
Finished reading this early Burgess novel last night. He is such a fine writer. And though his early work is not as good as I remember his later working being, it still is worth going back to.
I started reading Shalimar the Clown by Rushdie last night. I love the way this man puts sentences together.
She saw him fracture into rainbow colors through the prism of her love. She watched him recede into the past as he stood below her on the sidewalk, each successive moment of him passing before her eyes and being lost forever, surviving only in outer space in the form of escaping light-rays. This is what loss was, what death buy valium australia online was; an escape into the luminous wave-forms, into the in ineffable speed of the light years and the parsecs, the eternally receding distances of the cosmos.
Salmon Rushdie, Shalimar the Clown
I became interested in this book because it takes the reader inside the terrorist. Written in 2005, Rushdie uses his cred as an object of a death fatwa himself to an intriguing effect by proposing a love story in which the disenchanted lover, Shalimar, becomes a terrorist. At least that’s what I think the book is about. I’m on page 26.
And I’m on my third Stieg Larsson. Perfect summer reading for me.
I meant to lay out my harpsichord tools yesterday in preparation for tearing it down. Instead, I spent my harpsichord time playing harpsichord. I think I must be getting accustomed to this instrument’s mediocrity because it doesn’t seem that bad to me. Indeed, I am finding it a pleasure to play my beloved Bach, L. Couperin and Francois Couperin.
I have been pondering just what I am going to write for performance in August. I am considering making a bit of a collage (a la Zappa) of several shorter pieces that have popped out in the last year. I would tie them together with some musical ideas that would recur throughout and title the whole thing “Dead Man’s Pants.” This has real possibilities..