Your Beauty

It occurs to me that I have never uploaded what may or may not be the finished “Your Beauty,” the art song I wrote for John Tibbetts, the wonderful young baritone from Georgia State.  John was a Social Studies major at GHP in 2008 and for some reason decided I would make an adequate mentor/friend for his youth.  Well, better than Socrates, I suppose.

Anyway, for two years I’ve been promising him a song for his senior recital, and since he’s now making decisions about that performance for next year, it was time for me to put up or shut up.

I scribbled a mad text, and then had a horrific time making it work.  It was at least a 6 on the LSCA.  And I’m not sure it works.  Neither is John, so we’re even.  I’ve made him promise to dig into it and report back from his lofty perch at the Central City Opera Summer Festival. If it can be fixed, so; if not, I’ll try again with something different.  (The third possibility, that it just works, has not really occurred to me.)

The problem is with the middle section, when the text breaks down along with the narrator’s thought process.  The narrator is musing to his lover that she is so beautiful that he feels he’s never really seen or touched her, just her beauty.  The idea drives him slightly insane there in the middle until he reaches what seems to be a startling conclusion for him.  And before anyone objects to that passage, I’d like to point out that the baritone in question asked for that F#.  So there.

The sheerly technical problem with the center section is that the computer can play eighth notes only in rhythm.  It can’t, as John and an accompanist would do, break free of the meter and let the notes/words rush out in a torrent, only to be pulled up short by the “full value” segments.  The computer can’t sound crazy.  It can’t sound as if it’s having an orgasm.  (No, I don’t know whether John can either, so shut your filthy mind you pervert.  Yes, Jobie, I’m looking at you.)

So there are my misgivings.   Comments in the comments.

“Your Beauty” | score (pdf) | mp3

Dream One, no such luck

So yesterday I figured out multiple accompaniments to the “bridge section” of Icarus’s first dream aria, none of which worked.  My gut feeling is that it needs to be some kind of melodic adaptation of that bass line at the beginning of the aria, with Icarus just kind of doing that opera singer skating above it all thing, but working that out is bothersome.  I may skip to the next scene, which is going to be even more of an issue, and get started being stymied there.

Or I may skip to the end of this aria and write that, then connect the dots.

Decisions, decisions…

update:

I skipped to the end.  It was cheating, because I planned to use the “Flying in the sky” motive as the basis for Icarus’s ecstatic cries of “My father! My flying! […] My wings!” anyway.  So all I had to was copy and paste the accompaniment, add in some notes to suggest the final orchestration of Icarus’s melodic line from the first passage, then give Icky—no, really, that’s what Scott has Daedalus nicknaming his son—new notes for his new words.  Probably hackneyed.  We’ll see.  I’m not posting it yet.

Still stuck on the middle.

Dream One, “I am alone”

I’m making real headway on this, but I’m at a point where it’s now just grinding out what I know has to be on the page for the bridge bits, so I’m going to go ahead and post what I’ve got so far.

You will hear the basic building blocks for the rest of the aria: the plaintive “I am alone” motif; the accompanying cello line for that; the sincere “Flying in the sky” motif; the wistful “Aloft on pinions” motif.  Expect them to return as signposts.  (At the end of this version, you can hear the cello line making its entrance for a sustained run, over which Icarus will sing what I’m calling the “bridge” text.)

Something I didn’t talk about yesterday was the issue of sixteenth notes.  We’ve been slammed with them from the opening, nearly six minutes of them, and so it was really critical to back off for a while.  But an aria about flying without whirling sixteenths or sextuplets?  What to do, what to do…  I think you will be pleased with the solution.

Dream One, “I am alone” | score (pdf) | mp3

Dream One, “I am alone”

Yesterday and today I worked on one of the main phrases of Icarus’s first dream aria.

A little background: Scott’s text for this aria is nowhere metrical, but it does have three repeating elements:

  1. “I am alone” bits
  2. “I am flying in the sky” bits
  3. “Aloft on pinions/ Of hope and magic” bits

Part of the puzzle for me as a composer, therefore, is to make sure that whatever I come up with for one of these bits will bear repeating in a meaningful (and hopefully increasingly meaningful) way.  For the past two days I’ve been churning out crap—that’s the technical term—seeing if I could come up with something for the “I am flying in the sky” theme.  I started using the moving bass line from “I am alone” as a basis, but none of those attempts really grabbed me.

So when an approach isn’t working, go for the opposite approach.  Just drop your baggage and head in the other direction.  One of two things will happen: you will find an answer, or something you’ve written already will make more sense.

This time, I think it worked.  I won’t post the results today; I want to crack the “Aloft on pinions” puzzle before I post the next version of this aria.  But I will say that the transition from the “I am alone” recitative into “I am flying in the sky” really works.

P.S. to Scott: We are not giving a tenor the line “In my singular solar solipsism.”  That’s just daring the audience not to giggle at his lisp.

update: Just to double-check some harmonies, I switched the voicing on the piano score to French horn and strings.  Oh my.  Y’all are in for a treat.

Back to work

I’ve been out of town at a wedding in Galveston, TX, a mostly harmless resort town along the lines of Panama City Beach or Myrtle Beach, so I haven’t been able to work or to blog.  In fact, I’m procrastinating getting started again on Icarus’s first dream aria…

To make up for the lost blogging, here’s a drink recipe.

My friends the Honeas gave me for my birthday a nice little liqueur called  The King’s Ginger, and it wasn’t hard to come up with something delicious.

It doesn’t have a name.

Unnamed Ginger Cocktail

1 oz Karlsson’s Gold vodka

1 oz King’s Ginger

1/4 – 1/2 oz fresh lemon juice

That’s it.  Very very simple, but you have to use the named liquors: the Karlsson’s Gold has this sweet earthy flavor that mixes perfectly with the ginger.

Also too: remember the “labyrinth tone row”?

One thing I’m going to play with today is inverted and retrograde versions.  Because why not?

Dream One, “I am alone”

Here’s our first look at our hero, Icarus.

After the Baroque splendors of the adoring crowds and the glories of his father’s pride, Icarus finds himself alone in his trajectory.

As a side note, I keep thinking of that Red Bull stunt of a couple years back, where Felix Baumgartner dove from the edge of the stratosphere.  (Cool video here.)  Of course, Icarus is kind of like a reverse Baumgartner: lots of telemetry/assistance going up—only with no suit, of course—but not so much coming down.

Anyway, musically speakingwise, after five minutes of nearly solid sixteenth notes in the opening, it’s time for a break.  We get a still, quiet statement of the first five notes of the labyrinth tone row, and then Icarus begins the first of his seven arias in this opera.  The entire thing will be about five minutes long by my roughest estimation, and no, it’s not going to stay this quiet and slow.  In fact, in the very next section we’ll get more movement as Icarus meditates on his relationship to flying and his father.

Dream One, “I am alone” (05/15/14) | score (pdf) | mp3

Note: there are some staccato markings in Icarus’s part that are there just to separate the notes in the recording.  They will be omitted in the actual score.

Dream One: Ariadne’s trashy mom

I am a little concerned that work on Seven Dreams of Falling continues to be in the 2-3 range of the LSCA, but take it and run, I always say.

Today’s work is from the middle of the fourth section, “Hark, the sound of screaming fans,” in which we’re in the control center for the Event.  It’s a bit of exposition, filling us in on the background of the overall myth.

For those who don’t know the whole slutty story, Pasiphaë is the wife of Minos, king of Crete, and Ariadne’s mother.  (She is also the daughter of Helios, the sun, which is cool but not relevant to our story.)  She managed to offend Poseidon, who sent a fabulous bull to Minos and then cursed Pasiphaë so that she was consumed by lust for the animal.  She forced Daedalus to build her a sex sling that looked like a cow so that she could lure the beast to her.

The result was that she gave birth to Asterion (“starlike”), otherwise known as The Minotaur.  Daedalus was then coerced into designing and building the labyrinth to hide the Minotaur from the outside world.

So that is the exposition Ariadne sings for us in today’s work:

Dream One, “My mother” (05/14/14) | score (pdf) | mp3

Ariadne herself has issues, needless to say.  (So, mezzo it is.)

Another appearance of the labyrinth tone row at m. 13.

I would like to point out how not comfortably diatonic this passage is, thank you very much.  As a self-taught composer, I am sensitive to the charge that purely tonal music is a) too easy; and b) unsophisticated, so the fact that the first five minutes of the opera just wallows in “pretty” music had me worried that it was dismissible.  (Not to worry: I quite like my opening.)

Dream One, “Let us joyfully gaze”

I’ll be honest: this is the fifth version of this opening number that I have written, and I’m still not sure this is it.  However, as Frank Gehry always says, let’s let it sit there and annoy us for a while.

After whatever I work out for the plunging motif, we are presented with the chorus.  As it says in the libretto: The Event is on.  Observers attend the moment in amazement and delight.

A brassy Baroque anthem launches right out of the gate, and the chorus sings.  It’s all extremely standard harmony, except for their paean to Apollo, the bass line of which is the labyrinth 12-tone row.1

At the very end, you can hear the Zadok-arpeggios beginning, and in performance we would head straight into Daedalus’s “Fly and fall.”

“Let us joyfully gaze” | score (pdf) | mp3

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1 I promise it gets more “modern” with Icarus’s first dream aria, right after “Fly and fall.”

60. Why do you ask?

Once again I have failed to blog on my birthday.  Bite me.

I can say that kind of thing now because I’m 60.  I can do anything I like now because I’m 60.  It’s like being 4, only with gravitas.

I can say things like people who are opposed to gay marriage are completely mistaken in whatever it is they “believe.”  Their “beliefs” are invalid and should not be granted the kindness of respect.  You think God wants you to behave like this?  No.  You are wrong.  It’s not OK.  Stop it.

The tax rate in the U.S. on the rich should be confiscatory.  Corporations are not people, and their charters should be temporary with a prejudice towards non-renewal.  Also, your copyright should not benefit your grandchildren.  All those fabulous societies in Hunger Games, Elysium, etc.?  They are based on our own foolish dispersal of the Commons.

International drug policy is flat out wrong.  Society should be treating drug problems—when they are problems—as health issues and not criminal issues.  Every substance, from caffeine, nicotine, and alcohol—to cannabis and psilocybin—to heroin and krokodil—can be placed on a continuum that goes from sacrament to recreation to abuse.  Our laws and policies should be aimed at preventing abuse, not sacrament or recreation.  (No, that’s not what we’re doing now.)

I do not understand guns and I do not have a solution to our nation’s sickness, but I do know that it would not be a bad thing if every gun in this nation were ground into little pieces.

There are probably other issues about which I could say whatever I liked, but I have the opening chorus of an opera to keep failing to write.  Yesterday I wrote four separate failed attempts.  I’m going to try to write at least three more today.  Bite me.

Useless

So I came across The Useless Web.