Nostalgia for the Motherland

In Chapter 6 of Part II (we’re talking War & Peace here), we see Kutuzov and the Russian army falling back towards Vienna. (Kutuzov does a lot of falling back in this novel.) It’s October 23 (!), and the army is crossing the Enns River at Enns.

The day was warm, autumnal, and rainy. The vast prospect that opened out from the height where the Russian batteries stood, defending the bridge, was now suddenly covered by a muslin curtain of slanting rain, then suddenly widened out, and in the sunlight objects became visible and clear in the distance, as if freshly varnished. At one’s feet one could see the little town with its white houses and red roofs, the cathedral, and the bridge, on both sides of which streamed crowding masses of Russian troops. At the bend of the Danube one could see boats and an island, and a castle with a park, surrounded by the waters of the Enns falling into the Danube; one could see the left bank of the Danube, rocky and covered with pine forest, with a mysterious distance of green treetops and bluish gorges. One could see the towers of a convent looming up from the pine forest with its wild and untouched look…

This is, of course, the southernmost corner of Hofvonstein.

It was almost exactly at this time that Carl IV died under the usual Hofvonsteinian circumstances. Evidence points to Queen Mother Therese, Carl’s stepmother and lover, as being somehow responsible. His half-brother Georg took the throne as Georg II.

This is a rather obscure portion of our nation’s history, but perhaps my readers will remember Georg II’s son, Maximilian II. It was Maximilian’s assassination in 1879 that set off his son Leopold III’s liberal reformist tendencies, as well as his grandson Maximilian’s reactionary ones, culminating in that awful night in Vienna, December 31, 1899.

The castle in the Enns, in fact, was property of Karl Magnus von Ludwighof, Leopold’s prime minister and eventually king himself.

I know that there are still some who thrill at hearing this.

A little work

I got a tiny little bit done this evening on Moonlight, just a couple of lyrics and some accompaniment for “Dream Land.” I’m in one of those phases where nothing’s coming and I don’t have the focus to make it happen.

In other news, I am extremely disappointed that David Wilson’s new play, John Wallace and the Vampires, is not being performed this Friday night after all. It’s only being performed on Saturday night, and I have a social engagement for then. Dang it.

On the other hand, I now own autographed copies of Curse of the Vampire and Wrath of the Vampire. I went to Scott’s Bookstore this afternoon and had the author all to myself. We chatted about Mrs. Marjorie Hatchett, our drama teacher in high school and a tremendous inspiration to us all, albeit clearly in different ways. David was ebullient and chatted freely about the issues the Grantville Playmakers have been encountering in their creative journey. Shame on the Grantville City Council! And shame on those no-loads who commit to a production with the GPers and then back out at the last minute. I cannot imagine such shoddy behavior.

I have read the first page or two of Wrath of the Vampire, and all I will say is that this roman à clef is living up to its predecessor right off the bat. It is everything you think it might be.

My reading of Tolstoy may be interrupted for a while.

Dream Land

Lest you think that all I’m doing these days is summarizing Proust Tolstoy, I did work last night. I plugged my lyrics for “Dream Land” into a simple little schottische, which will at least give me something to work against.

It’s funny that Jeff should proffer a verse about tooling around in a car, since one of the skeletal verses in my notebook is exactly that. He missed one of the subtleties of my rhyme scheme, which is OK since I personally find it difficult to understand lyrics on the page in terms of what music lies underneath them, unless they’re totally strophic.

So far, I’m not overly happy with these songs. They’re just filler, which I know is all they are anyway, but I’d like them to be a little better quality than just styrofoam pellets. The melodies are not resounding with me yet. I will persevere.

Some work

Spent some time getting Day in the Moonlight back in my head, and then I buckled down to write something, anything.

I played with a melody that I thought might work better for the opening of “Sheer Poetry,” but I decided to stick with the old one.

Then I worked on a bridge passage for “Sheer Poetry,” but that ended up not fitting that song, so I turned my attention to the other projected numbers. The phrase I had written sounded like a ballad, but at the moment there don’t seem be any ballads in the lineup. This is a serious flaw that Mike needs to fix ASAP, I’m tellin’ ya.

At any rate, I ended up writing the lyrics for a couple of verses for what used to be called “We’ll Run Away” but is now entitled “Dream Land.” The gist of it is that when Garrison and Elizabeth elope, their married life is going to be absolutely perfect… in Dream Land.

GARRISON:
In Dream Land I will wake you up
with a cup
of coffee or two
Then I’ll head off to my den to write
a great new play for you to star in

ELIZABETH:
In Dream Land I will keep the house
as a spouse
is delighted to do
Then I’ll head off to learn my lines
in that great new play by you I star in

CHORUS:
Life’s good
as it should be,
Everything’s peaches and cream,
xxx
xxx in
Dream Land.

Now off to read my Tolstoy. B&N still doesn’t have the new translation. They have fourteen copies “on order.” Feh.

Another birthday

It’s dear Oscar’s birthday! One feels the need for champagne (or Champagne, as the NYT would have it.) Perhaps later, when I get home from school. The stuff they stock at the Crossing is so appallingly cheap.

Favorite quote time:

“I think it shows an extremely low moral standard to be so easily shocked.”

“All bad poetry springs from genuine feeling.”

Stopping and starting

I worked again last night on the “Least of These” piece, and I can’t make it work. I did four different settings of the text, and none of them pleased me. Yeah, I know, Edison made 999 light bulbs that didn’t work, but that took years and I’d rather not do that.

So I’m filing that idea away and abandoning the Outside the Bachs this year. I had been getting the feeling that I was using it to avoid working on Moonlight anyway, and I really want to get a lot of that done by Christmas, mostly because I feel the lure of the symphony calling me and I want to clear my desk before starting on that.

Unless, of course, I get notification from the Welcome Christmas folk that “Sir Christémas” didn’t win that competition, in which case I can turn around and submit it to Bob Burroughs.

Let’s see how productive I am tonight in getting back into Marx Bros. territory. I think I’ll start by cleaning up the songs I’ve worked on so far, which are… ::checking the files:: “Sheer Poetry,” “Love Song of Thurgood J. Proudbottom,” and of course, “I’d Never!” Also, I need to get my head in that 1930s soundworld, which I don’t think I’ve really done yet.

Yep, that’s what I need to do, all right.

Future me

Remember this post?

I certainly didn’t until I got email from myself today. As promised, futureme.org allowed me to email my future self to check up on me.

So how have I done?

  • shepherd A Visit to William Blake’s Inn to a stage. It would give me great pleasure not to have to be in charge of this, but I know that’s what’s going to happen.
    • Well, we know how that one turned out. Brave attempt, total integrity. No backing.
  • get Lacuna jumpstarted, with its own domain and website.
    • We did that. What we’re doing now is another story.
  • make great strides towards starting and finishing A Day in the Moonlight for Mike Funt.
    • I’m still working on this, and I think I can get a lot of it done by Christmas.
  • compose at least one movement of my symphony.
    • Probably not going to happen, although if I can get a lot done on Moonlight, I might take a stab at sketching a movement out in December, thus making it just under the wire.
  • get the Newnan Crossing 100 Book Club off the ground and functioning.
    • It’s functioning, but not at the level I’d like. Still, it’s functioning.

So what’s my score? One yes, one maybe, one meh, one probably not, one absolute no. I am not impressed.