neversremedy8: (Instrument of Pleasure)
Like many desires to write a song, I find my longing hits a wall when I realize how little experience I have in writing music. Lyrics? Gotcha covered, but the music? Not so much. I've filked for fun, parodied on improv, and even heard some strains in my mind (or hummed spontaneously) of something original I can only attribute to my grandfather trying to communicate with me through his own seldom-realized desire to write music (he wanted to be a composer, instead he was the head writer and contributing screenwriter for many a television show).

At present, I'm struggling with my desire to do a mash-up of "Gloria", "Gloria", and "Gloria". Quite specifically, I want to have three groups of singers, a few choral sopranos, a handful of women, and a handful of men, each with their own interwoven parts from Branigan, Morrison, and the Christmas traditional, "Angels We Have Heard on High".

Anyone with musical experience have any tips on how to proceed? I certainly have books (and a few classes, years in choir and musicals, etc.) to assist me in the most basic of technical aspects. But I could use a tip, a pointer, or even a resource or two. Blank sheet music and a pencil at the ready, just tell me how to press go!
neversremedy8: (Ziggy Ciggy)
So this morning while Craig was getting dressed, he handed me his laptop and had me read this article on why "Chinese" mothers are superior (the author explains the loose term of "Chinese" within the article body, hence my quotation marks). It reminded me of my drills with my own mother when I had to stay up until 3am to nail down a speech, or when I'd sit there with her trying to win a class contest by finding every permutation of an anagram. I always won those, thanks to her. I also spent a few class days in the nurse's office catching a nap after the assignment was complete, but no matter.

As much as I hated her in the moment for the drilling, and the demanding nature, there was a certain level of quality expected of me, and I met it whether I liked it or not. Sometimes I wonder if it didn't add to the anxiety I feel on a daily basis now; I certainly feel worthless and like garbage every day that I go through life feeling as though I'm not living up to my potential thanks to my health issues or whatever mental blocks hold me back when my energy and mobility aren't in my way. But I also know that there was a certain refinement of thought, behavior, and being that I wouldn't have had without being pushed to do my best. Hell, we both knew it wasn't even close to my best, but it was good enough for A level work.

Reading the article reminded me of what I ought to be doing with Ana. While I'll never be entirely unwilling to let her make her own choices, in our plan for the school year, I explained that there were certain areas of study she had to complete, whether or not she liked them, and the rest were open-ended; I gave her a broad subject (like Science), and let her pick the form it would take (Chemistry). But between holidays, chronic bouts of illness, and other unforeseen obstacles (like a week of fighting her just to get her room completely clean), I'm seeing just how much I'm willing to be hated, despised, and loathed for getting her to do the right thing. After all, she only just earned back her shoes Saturday (it's a good thing we didn't go out earlier in the week).

An hour ago, I had Ana clean off the piano bench, put away the Yule ornaments and decorations that were hanging around the piano, and get out the books I bought her for the holidays. We flipped through them, and then I told her she needed to get through the original book I'd given her two years ago so I could stop hating everything she played and she could move on to the good stuff (a "Classics" book that's a step above the primer she's using now).

After Craig got home, Ana ran upstairs to spend some time alone, and I sat at the piano. I refreshed my memory on "Heart and Soul," played a round of "Chopsticks," and then did the first few measures of "Ode to Joy," with a number of mistakes before I nailed it down again. Craig made some comment, and then he realized it was me to playing, not Ana.

"You should sing along," he said.

I went over to sit next to him. "I hummed it earlier, and Puss came to me crying. She walked all over my shoulders and head butted me from behind."

C: That means she liked it.
Me: Uh-huh. It's not that hard. At least not the first bit. It's mostly in the middle octave, starts on E. When Ana got her harp, it took me five minutes to figure out how to play "Ode to Joy" on it. There you go, Ode to Joy! You're welcome!
C: [laugh]
Me: That part's easy. [Hummed it while "playing" it on the table.] But then you add in the bass clef, and then all those other instrumental parts, and then it's--waaah! Beethoven is fucking metal!
C: [snicker] You should sing with it, too.
Me: I did earlier, or I hummed it.
C: You sang it in German?
Me: I hummed it in German.




[WARNING: My memory may not provide you with an accurate picture of this scene. It's certainly not verbatim, and my memory may also have made me into a funnier being than I am. I'm fairly certain Craig didn't laugh all that much. Never the less, the last two lines are dead on, as well as the comment about Beethoven being metal.]
neversremedy8: (Freedom Dancer)
I kept trying to find this on YouTube, but this video wasn't labeled with the song, only where and when of the performance. This is even better when Vixy joins in to sing, so Sooj and Alex can do a round. It's spring, are they coming back to Soulfood soon?

For those not in the PNW, you don't know what you're missing. ^_^



[Consider this your Monday Zen after weeks without.]

Lyrics:
(sung in the round)
lyrics
Sleep of the Earth of the land of Faerie
Deep is the lore of Cnuic na Sidhe
Hail be to they of the Forest Gentry
Pale, dark spirits, help us free
White is the dust of the state of dreaming
Light is the mixture to make one still
Dark is the powder of Death's redeeming
Mark but that one pinch can kill

Sleep
Poison in your dreams
Some will not awake
Nothing's as it seems
Iron bonds will break
Hearts will be set free
Wrongs will be made right
Sleep and death will be
Justice in the night
Sleep will be
Justice in the night
Death will be
Justice in the night
neversremedy8: (Tummnus and Lucy)
I forgot to post this, but Joel sent me this video of he and Clint playing at Isadora's. For those not familiar with Soulfood Books, Clint McCune is the co-proprietor of the wonderful space, and Joel Gamble frequently plays there with his knee-drop-worthy electric violin (which I intend to marry, and Joel is aware that we'll be sharing the violin in the future). ^_^

While this took place at Isadora's and not Soulfood, it gives you a good idea of what kind of energy these two men bring to a space; Clint can lift the energy of any place he plays just by joining in, and Joel will make your feet tap and your heart weep with the broad strokes of his bow. If you're in the Greater Seattle area, Soulfood is a place you MUST check out. It's more than a bookstore, more than a place for free, all-ages music, it's a community center and one that must be preserved and supported.

neversremedy8: (Soap Box)
Was responding to a post by [livejournal.com profile] wingedelf about the SciFi (now SyFY) Channel and its slippery slope into the land of convoluted, themeless garbage being churned out as programming much like MTV and VH1.

Part of my response, I feel, needs to be shared, because it's been a source of frustration for me for some time:
Has the music video as a media form become functionally obsolete in a televised form now in the YouTube era?

As for music videos, I have to wonder what the music producers are thinking these days. Music videos that we loved in the 80's and 90's as well as those that continue to be made today (although, like you, I wonder when they ever get played), can be found on YouTube. Unfortunately, the record labels are now going through YouTube pages and threatening copyright infringement on a number of old and current music videos displayed by fans. Some of them are just ordered to remove the music from the video, but even people using said music for parody are suffering with similar attacks.

What's the point? Weren't music videos designed to get consumers more interested in a band? Wasn't it just a form of informercial for rock? I can't figure out what message they're trying to send by taking these actions. "We want you to buy this music, but you don't get even a free taste of it through a music video, unless you wade through poorly constructed sites like MTV.com and wait twenty minutes for a thirty second buffer that will invariably be interrupted by a Burger King commercial, thereby killing any potential for you to give this band a chance."

Seriously. Get a clue advertisers and record labels. You're destroying what helped make you money in the first place. Hey, [livejournal.com profile] wingedelf, can I borrow that Clue-by-Four I made you?
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We Started This Op'ra Sh*t



Band Leader:
Everybody, everybody!

Everybody:
Get up! Get up!

Band Leader:
Oh yeah! S-s-s-stand up!

Everybody:
Don't be shy!

Band Leader:
Hah, hah! People, people, people!

Everybody:
Get up! Get up! Get up!

Band Leader:
Whoo! Everybody, everybody...

Everybody:
Testify!

Band Leader:
...everybody!

Band Leader:
Get down, get down now. S-s-s-stand up!
Don't be shy. People, people, people! Cut up, get up, get up! Everybody testify!

Singers:
(Vocalize)

Band Leader:
Testify!

Singers:
(Vocalize)

Everybody:
Testify!

Singers:
(Vocalize)

Band Leader:
Testify!

Singers:
(Vocalize)

Band Leader:
State your name!

Genterns:
Genterns...genterns...genterns...(orgasmic sounds)

Luigi:
S-s-s-s-s-s-saved!

[ Repo The Genetic Opera Lyrics are found on www.songlyrics.com ]
Band Leader:
Everybody, everybody get down get down now! S-s-s-s-stand up!
Don't be shy! People, people, people! Get up, get up, get up!
Everybody, everybody test-i-fy!

Single Mother:
I needed a kidney transplant desperately. Genco showed this single mom sympathy.
This makeover came for a small added fee. Now I look smashing on live t.v!

Rotti:
Be healed!

Band Leader, Pavi, and Luigi:
You know you want it baby, Genco's got it! You know you want it baby, Genco's got it!

Rotti:
(Vocalizes)

Genterns:
I really need it.

Band Leader, Pavi, and Luigi:
You know you want it baby, genco's got it!

Genterns:
I've got to have it. All I need is surgery.

Everybody:
I was infected by my genetics.

Rotti:
Testify!

Everybody:
Now I'm perfected by your cosmetics.

Rotti:
Testify!

Band Leader:
Hey hey, hey hey! Hey hey, hey hey!
Hey hey, hey hey!

Genterns:
All I need is surgery!

Band Leader:
Hey hey, hey hey!

Everybody:
I was infected by my genetics.

Genterns:
All I need is surgery!

Band Leader:
Hey, hey, hey hey! Everybody, everybody make your genetics your bitch!

Rotti:
Testify!

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