All posts tagged: Music

Music…

Well… I mean… Ch’uh!!! What did you think I was gonna use for my “M” post? Murgatroyd? As in “Heavens to – exit, stage left, even?” Not a chance… I will, however, take it in a direction that some would not have predicted. Unless you’re paying particularly close attention to what has come before. Of course, if you’re paying that kind of attention to this particular blog… Perhaps a hobby might be in order. Might I suggest gardening, or genealogy, or any number of things that begin with the letter “G”? See my post from the 8th of this month if you need additional ideas… But I digress… 

Laredo…

The Streets of Laredo has been called possibly the most recorded cowboy song of all time. It’s also one of the finest folk songs of all time. Now, when I say ‘folk song’, I mean a song practically swimming in sincerity – a quality that most, for some reason, find rather tedious when mixed with their music. It’s a genre that many turn to when they need music with which they can say something about society. It’s a style that was immensely popular, in an age gone by, because so many people were able to personally participate. All you needed to do was pick up a guitar. But that was before the industry decided that we simply can’t allow the common people to besmirch our glorious profession. “Music for the Musician” is their cry. And anyone who isn’t a member of the club can just sit quietly in the audience, applaud politely when indicated, and give up all their money… But I digress… 

Faun….

… as in the Prelude to the Afternoon of Said Faun… I find the concept of these animations fascinating (another very good “F” word), if not always entirely accurate. But some pieces are so deceptively complex, that to put everything in would only defeat the purpose of the animations’ existence. This animation is one of those times.

Egad… what starts with an “E”?

I’m not really in the mood to post today. Which is fine… I suppose. I would imagine that people need a break from the nasally twang that is that overriding undertone of subtly overt harmonics of a windowless drone that is mine own voice. Or… something like that. My voice isn’t really nasally… or twangy… I’ve been told that it’s really rather soft, and the ‘most non-threatening voice’ one person had ever heard… You got a problem with that? But my college choir director would come back from the grave if I ever affected anything even remotely resembling an adenoidally-flavored southern accent, unless it were adopted purely out of spite… or perhaps because a certain musical performance absolutely demanded it. A performance such as, say… Oedipus Tex, by P.D.Q. Bach.