No work today either

Unless you count getting all sweaty and gross out in the yard.  But progress on the opera?  None.

As promised, I fixed the curve on the walkway:

I started the stone wall on the far end of the patio and got it about two-thirds done:

The ferns are Silver Lady Palm Ferns—from our very own Coweta Greenhouses—and they’re just placed there to show the final effect.  I have to go get another load of stone and then put in another couple of layers on the left-hand side.  This will happen Monday, since tomorrow I get back to the labyrinth.

After I finish the stone wall, there’s one more area to deal with:

It’s ugly.  I think what I shall do is use some large pavers and the little pavers (shown here) to build a kind of raised bed and then just plant Autumn Ferns there.  Maybe Dixie Wood Ferns.  Maybe both.  Something simple.

And now… MargaritaFest!

No work today

You know how on TV shows a crew will sweep in to a person’s back yard and move mountains of stuff and then by the end of the day there’s this gorgeous retreat where before there had been nothing but sand and crabgrass?

It might not work that way in real life.

Sure, that looks fine from a distance, but this is after I sweated my way through yesterday afternoon digging and mulching and tearing down old bamboo fencing.

Notice the five stepping stones.  I ran out of materials to reset the last three.  Back to the store.  And it still has to have landscape fabric and mulch.

And over by that fence?  I still have to move all the old pavers, clip the wisteria, install a little stone wall on the upper half, lay out pavers along the fence for an eventual wooden creation, plant, mulch, etc.

Then I have to trim the cherry laurel and install pretty little lights in it because lovely first wife.

And that’s not even getting the herb garden/side of house weeded…

What I’m trying to say is that I will not be attempting to solve Theseus’s aria problem today.

Update:

Here’s all I got done today, between all the errands necessary to get ready and an afternoon jaunt to invest in Apple stock.  Plus rain.

Yes, I will smooth out the curve.  Tomorrow, the far fence.

Nancy Willard

Tomorrow is Nancy Willard’s birthday.  (It’s also my son’s birthday, and that of my first girlfriend.  Anybody else?)

One of the greatest regrets of my life is that I have been unable so far to get William Blake’s Inn produced.  Nancy is such a phenomenal writer and artist, but more than that she is such an unbelievably warm and supportive human being that she deserves to have this work staged and performed all over the country.

When I asked her for permission to set her Newbery Award-winning book to music in 2003, she did not hesitate.  As a creative master, she was unafraid of what I might do to her “child”; indeed, she eagerly anticipated the completion of each song and has remained the work’s biggest fan.

In a perfect world, we would be able to workshop William Blake and then give it a full staging—soloists, chorus, adults, children, puppets, projections, orchestra—and present it along with an exhibit of her related artwork.  (She actually built the Inn out of cardboard.  It’s with all her papers at UMich/Ann Arbor.)  And then we would take it on the road to share with the rest of the planet.

I may be exploring new territory with Seven Dreams of Falling, and my magnum opus of SUN TRUE FIRE may be my future towering work of genius, but William Blake’s Inn will always be my favorite child.

To our children we shall say
how we walked the Milky Way.

(If you haven’t before now, go listen to the Epilog.  It is probably the best thing I will ever write.)

Dream One, “Hark”—really abortive attempt

Now that my doctor has transitioned from suggesting I might benefit from moderate exercise to insisting that I walk two miles every day (within 30 minutes, YOU GUYS!), I have the opportunity to listen obsessively to my work on Seven Dreams of Falling.

Thus it was that as I slogged around the park this morning I found myself really enjoying “Hark, the sound of screaming fans” as an entirely fun piece of bravado.

Which is why I set myself the goal of ditching it and writing something else.  I cannot shake the feeling that an audience of any sophistication would sneer at this snarky little tune.

side note: I’m having issues about melody.  On the one hand, I despise modern opera’s avoidance of a good tune.  There’s a reason why we keep scheduling the Top 40 years and years after their premieres and more modern pieces... not so much.  (For the record, I would love to hear and learn from each and every piece mentioned in that article.)

On the other hand, maybe it’s because of my lack of talent, but I don’t think bits like “Hark” are very strong.  It seems lazy to plop something in there just because it’s hummable.

Oh, who knows?  My inadequacy, my fear of not being thought one of the “cool kids,” or is it all just fine?  Discuss in comments.

So I wrote another version of “Hark, the sound of screaming fans.”  Not the whole thing, just the first two lines.  I’m not happy with it either.  It’s definitely got Theseus’s smarminess down, but if anything it’s even weaker musically than yesterday’s version.

Maybe I’ll keep pushing, writing ever more strenuously for voice and ear until I have something at which the cognoscenti will nod knowingly.  Or maybe I’ll just leave the gigue where it is.

Dream One, “Hark, the sound of screaming fans,” 2nd version | score [pdf] | mp3

Dream One, “Hark…”

I found a solution for the cheesiness of Theseus’s opening aria, and that is MOAR CHEEZEENESS YOU GUYS!

Seriously: I abandoned the lame attempt at polytonality in his first phrase and settled it into straight harmony, and then extended the first verse.  So now we have a full-on huckster approach, a kind of in-your-face/dare-you-to-diss-this-throwback attitude.

I’ve moved on to Daedalus’s objections, which will be in a kind of waltz mode over Theseus’s 9/8 gigue.

Dream One, “Hark, the sound of screaming fans” (06/24/14) | score [pdf] | mp3

Dream One: “Hark the sound of screaming fans”

I posted on Facebook how frustrating it is to compose something that is perfectly cromulent but which you know is not the solution to the problem, and after losing a whole week to grappling with Theseus’s first appearance, I was ready to slap down anything.

So I have.  It’s silly, silly stuff with a couple of good bits, but really, can you hear this being performed on a modern opera stage?  The faux-Baroque bit is too much to begin with, and now this lame bel canto?  I think it gets Theseus’s hucksterism right, but it’s just so unsophisticated.

But here it is.  Scoff in the comments.  I’ll be over in the corner working on a replacement.

Dream One, “Hark the sound of screaming fans” | score [pdf] | mp3

Alchemy (formerly Burning Man)

You may recall that my plans to celebrate turning 60 by going to live in an alkali desert for a week were scotched by the inability of my partner in crime to travel with me.

We have regrouped.  There are more than a couple of regional Burns, and we have decided to go ahead and establish our 3 Old Men ritual performance group and start with Alchemy, taking place here in Georgia Oct. 2-5.  We have tickets (more than we need, actually) and are putting together our team.

We are also beginning to move forward with all the practical matters that we would be in the middle of anyway were we still heading to Nevada in 10 weeks, i.e., the labyrinth, staves, and skirts.  We met a couple of weeks ago to discuss these things, and now that I’m not having rotator cuff surgery, I’m ready to get started.

This weekend my lovely first wife and I have been in Raleigh, NC, for a family wedding, and while here we needed to visit some kind of “largest” fabric store for private upholstery reasons.  I’ve already bought muslin to mock up the 3 Old Men skirts cheaply, and I’ve pretty much decided to make them of monks cloth because of its hand and drape, but since I was bored, I messaged the following photos to my fellows:

The fake fur is a Burning Man joke, of course.  I don’t see how people wear anything out there other than loincloths, frankly. The G.I. Joe fleece was likewise a joke.

The psychedelic fabric, though… There is some part of me that can see us standing in the woods of north Georgia, waiting at the entrances of the four-path labyrinth, clad in some pretty freaky skirts.  It doesn’t take it a lot of imagination to assign earth, fire, air, and water to them, either.

Also, I found as I wandered aimlessly around this largest fabric store that there could be many different interesting ways to build these skirts: brocades, sheers, etc.  I finally decided that I needed to get home and actually build the thing first, study how the skirt will move and flow, and then powwow with my fellows on what ritual aspect we want to present.

At any rate, we will now resume updates on the progress towards Alchemy/Burning Man.

Lynn Westmoreland and cannabis

It is a truth universally acknowledged that U.S. Representative Lynn Westmoreland is generally incoherent, so I suppose we should applaud his overcoming of such a handicap to become a member of the U.S. Congress.  Or is this one of those “necessary but not sufficient” situations?

This week I received an email from OpenCongress.org touting their new email system which allows you to hit both your Senators and your Representative with one click.  I hadn’t visited the website in a long time—in fact, I had forgotten I had ever joined—so I went over to check it out.

And there was H.R. 499, filed by Jared Polis (D-CO because of course), which removes cannabis from the federal drug schedule.  In other words, it would legalize pot in the United States.

Leaving aside for the moment whether the U.S. can do this in light of its signatory status of the U.N. 1961 Single Convention on Narcotic Drugs (spoiler alert: Yes, it can.  See Bolivia (also) and Uruguay), I think this is an important step for Congress to take, and I told my elected officials so.  I expected boilerplate responses, and that’s what I got from Isakson.  (Chambliss must have his mailbox set on Ignore.)

Westmoreland’s response, though certainly boilerplate, was at least responsive.  I quote it here in full (except for the introductory and concluding blahblah):

On February 5, 2013 Representative Jared Polis (D-CO) introduced H.R. 499 which would remove marijuana from all schedules of the Controlled Substance Act. The bill also eliminates marijuana from the classification of a dangerous drug under the federal criminal code and does not allow marijuana to continue to be a ‘targeted drug’ with respect to anti-drug marketing campaigns. H.R. 499 directs the Treasury Department to issue and revoke permits for marijuana commerce purposes, as well as direct the Food and Drug Administration to treat and subject marijuana to the same authorities and provisions as alcohol.

The Supreme Court decision in Gonzales v. Raich regarding medical marijuana made it clear that the U.S. Congress has the authority to regulate the use of marijuana within the states. Any change to the drug laws to allow medical marijuana would require a change in law passed by Congress and signed by the President.

While I am a strong believer in personal freedom, I do not support the recreational or medical use of illegal drugs, regardless of whether the drug is marijuana, cocaine, or any other illegal substance. Congress has made decisions to protect our nation from certain illegal drugs, and allowing each state to make its own decision would adversely affect the protections that exist against those substances.

In any situation involving marijuana and other illegal substances, the Supreme Court has made clear that Congress has the authority to regulate the use of these substances at the state level, which supersedes state laws that may allow for their distribution. I am unable to support a piece of legislation that would attempt to overrule the Supreme Court’s decision and allow the protections around these illegal substances to be broken down.

I know, right?

tl;dr: “I can’t vote to make marijuana legal because the Supreme Court says it’s up to me to decide whether it’s legal or not, and it’s illegal so I can’t vote to make it legal.”

::sigh::

Then there’s the argle-bargle about states making a mess of things if we don’t keep a tight rein on them.  Yes, this is a states-rights politician telling me that we can’t let states make these decisions for themselves, like they do for every other commodity in interstate commerce.[1]

(Also, too, Westmoreland may not be aware[2] that there is already a patchwork approach to cannabis laws.  See here for all the 50 ways you might be punished for possession.)

You will have noticed, too, the sleight of hand with ALL THE DRUGS when H.R. 499 legalizes cannabis alone.

I don’t know about you, but I am forced to conclude that something this obtuse cannot be an honest response.

If I were of a cynical turn of mind—stop that snickering—I might imagine that this article might suggest a reason why our representatives hesitate to derail the War on Drugs juggernaut.[3]

However, it would seem to me that there is a very simple solution to the budgeting woes of law enforcement agencies: convert the drug money to block grants for plain old law enforcement.  You might even consider embedding/combining social workers with law enforcement in order to treat drug issues as a public health problem instead of a criminal issue.  (I know—that’s crazy talk!)

At any rate, I find it very puzzling that a politician would buck a trend like cannabis legalization. Nationally, of course, a clear majority of U.S. citizens favor legalization, but even here in Georgia, 54% want pot legalized like Colorado.  It is only a matter of time before people like Westmoreland find themselves on the losing end of that election issue.

Oh well.  As I slide deeper into retirement, I figure I might as well pick up the Cudgel of Curmudgeondom and start belaboring my elected officials, none of whom are even close to representing my beliefs at the national level anyway.  For the time being, it keeps me off the streets.

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[1] For example, buy a lemon tree in Texas.  Now try driving home to a) Georgia; and b) California.  Write a paragraph comparing your results.
[2] When I say “may not be aware,” I mean “chooses to ignore.”

[3] Yes, I am fully aware that the Juggernaut was not on rails.

The Patio, Part II: The Harlequinading

Here’s a quick update for you:

We’re heading to North Carolina for a family wedding, so blogging—and composing—is going to be sparse.

Also, not to get too personal, but this is the week that everyone gathers in Valdosta to get GHP up and running—the students will arrive on Sunday.  As you might imagine, I may or may not be having a little trouble focusing on this version of reality.

Dream One, “Hark, the sound of screaming fans!”

I’ve settled down to work on the remaining bit of Dream One, i.e., the section that follows Icarus’s “I am alone.”  In it, Theseus reveals himself as more of a showman than a hero; Daedalus is practically a monomaniacal technocrat; and Ariadne… well, Ariadne has issues.

Mostly today I’ve tried to parse the text and decide what it is that the music needs to be telling us.  I did some work on getting from the “machine music” scene change into Theseus’s opening lines, but now I’m doodling on the main theme of his number.  I think on the whole we need to hear some kind of lounge lizard or advertising jingle in his aria, but that’s going to take time, because after Daedalus interrupts whim with some priggish rebuttal, I want that theme to return for the bit of stichomythia between Theseus and Daedalus.

That in turn will be followed by the machine music (lightly), and then Ariadne, eternal feminist spoilsport, pipes up.  From there it’s just a short jump to “My mother, bored and pampered.”

Short version: I piddling around trying to invent an advertising jingle for the Event.

And I won’t have it done by the end of the week.