Progress, of a kind (Day 102/365)

As is often the case when I’m stuck, I retreat to the printed word.

After my recent frustration with my attempts to orchestrate the central passage (mm. 62-71) of Milky Way, I decided to do some academic homework. I pulled out The Study of Orchestration, Samuel Adler, second edition, and actually read some of the sections on orchestrating different sections of the orchestra.

While it’s not as funny as Norman Del Mar’s Anatomy of the Orchestra, let’s face it, few books are, the Adler is nonetheless well written and useful. I sat beside my fire in the living room and read the chapters on woodwinds and brass as deployed in a full orchestra, and I began to think through these measures.

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Some computer work (Day 101/365)

Today, still basking in the glow of our having retaken Congress, I began to think ahead to the future of the 100 Book Club.

Let me back up a bit. While anyone of any seriousness was working hard to restore progressive sanity to our government, I’ve been trying to establish an alternative to the Accelerated Reader™ program.

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I wish there were more (Day 100/365)

The 100th day. Probably it’s time for one of those soul-searching assessments.

On the whole, I’ve accomplished a lot: finished the composition for William Blake’s Inn, started the orchestration of same, putzed around with the Hwy 341 poem, mused (before I got heavily into the William Blake problems) about a putative symphony, and ranted liberally from time to time.

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Nothing (Day 99/365)

Today was Masterworks Chorale, so I guess I can count that, but otherwise it was a day of voting and worrying.

After Masterworks, Ginny and I went to Mike McGraw’s post-election party. By the time we got there, there was no suspense, alas. Despite the fact that most people in the nation seem to have tumbled to the Republican Party’s bottom-feeding nature, the Third District chose to send our particular plecostomous back.

I think if I were in charge of Democratic messaging, my main point would be, “If you re-elect Republicans, they will keep doing the same things.” And then list those same things: cut income for necessary government spending while borrowing money to pay for increased government spending; support a unitary executive without question or oversight; support disastrous foreign policy; indulge in rampant cronyism and incestuous lobbyists; and push a Taliban-like socioreligious agenda.

But that’s just me.

After giving Mike (and Renee) our condolences, we went home, and I went to bed. I couldn’t watch the election returns. I just couldn’t. I would have to wake up to a new world, for better or for worse.

Milky Way (Day 98/365)

I went back and reworked the measures I had blocked in last night. They’re getting there, although I still can’t hear exactly what they should sound like because of the computer. I tried switching over to the SoftSynth sounds, since they don’t have the memory issues, but they sounded very strident.

I’m now into the first part of that climactic portion that gave me so much trouble nearly 60 days ago. It’s got to sound exactly right, and I have a feeling I’m going to have to work with it a lot… and with a computer that doesn’t have the power to give me what I need. Feh.

Slogging away at Milky Way (Day 97/365)

I got a few more measures done on Milky Way today. It wasn’t as much as I had hoped, because we had to clean the back porch off for the painters to start pressure washing the house tomorrow. I had some maintenance kinds of things to do as well. I felt like poor Niggle in Tolkien’s Leaf by Niggle.

It was headway of a sort, however. I got into that little interlude part that I was afraid was going to be difficult to do. It doesn’t seem to be, but the piece is now getting to where it is absolutely too much for my laptop to handle. I got buzzy overload through the whole section I was working on tonight, so I can’t really tell whether it was working or not.

Nothing (Day 96/365)

The only creativity in evidence today was a couple of notes I made in my notebook about some changes I want to make in some of the pieces I’ve already orchestrated.

Otherwise, I cleaned house and rearranged the kitchen cabinets.

I finished reading Miss Hickory, a Newbery Award winner from the 1940s. A very, very odd book. She’s a doll made with an apple twig for a body and a hickory nut for a head. Very hard-headed she is, a point made repeatedly by Squirrel. She normally lives in a corncob house near the Old House, but the family has up and gone to Boston for the school year, abandoning her.

Through the kindness of several animals (which she barely appreciates), she finds a new home in an old robin’s nest, and the rest of the book concerns itself with inching through the fall and winter months, observing all the animals and Miss Hickory’s interactions with them. She’s a stubborn busybody and not very likable.

Still, it is incredibly shocking when, in the spring, she is forced out of her nest by Robin’s return. Seeking shelter, she goes into what she thinks is Squirrel’s abandoned cleft at the base of the apple tree. He’s there, nearly starving, and after she chides him one too many times for being an idiot, he eats her head. And it keeps talking while he’s eating it!! It sums up her failings for her and finally gives her a taste of her own medicine.

Headless, she climbs back up the apple tree until she comes to a limb with a split in it. She sticks her neck into it, and that’s where the little human girl who abandoned her in the fall finds her, now part of the apple tree as a grafted scion.

Ewww. It’s one of the creepiest endings I’ve ever read.

A rant (Day 95/365)

So is there untoward glee in my reaction to evangelical-yet-oh-so-queer Ted Haggard’s precipitous fall from his pedestal?

You bet your ass there is. I am sneering with undisguised and unmitigated delight. And here’s why: he deserves it. Not only he deserves it, but everyone linked to him, either in his Colorado Springs hellhole of conservative theocons or through his presidency of the National Association of Evangelicals or through his Republican get-out-the-vote machinery, they all deserve it.

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Halfway through Milky Way (Day 94/365)

Even though I didn’t have full time at the computer tonight owing to a social event, I have orchestrated more or less halfway through Milky Way. And this time I have an mp3 to prove it.

Lots and lots of tempo glitches in this one, since the orchestral sound is really too large for my laptop to calculate on the fly. Whenever there’s a dropout in the playback, it shows up as a hiccup in the recording.

Still, it sounds nice. I’m sure it will evolve further.

By the way, is anyone writing their novel this month?

More Milky Way (Day 93/365)

My luck holds with Blake Leads a Walk on the Milky Way. Tonight I got another 18 measures orchestrated, and although I think I still have some polishing to do, what I have is still fine. (I’m not ready to post it as an mp3, however.)

One thing I’m learning is to hold back my resources. I remember reading (in several places) that Schumann would never trust his winds to hold the line on their own and consequently muddied his textures unnecessarily by doubling them with the strings. I’m afraid I suffer from his fears. But as I listen to symphonic music these days, I pay particular attention to those times when the woodwinds especially are holding down the fort all on their own, and I try to force myself to use them as they were meant to be used.

I think I’ve been successful in that passage which follows the line “and I fear we will finish it old,” m. 31-34. I’ve sprinkled that melodic line all the way down the woodwinds section before picking back up with the strings at the end. It sounds like real music.

In fact, this represents progress on a problem that has been facing me since I finished Milky Way: how to orchestrate the nearly constant sixteenth note passages that drive most of the piece. I knew I would have to find ways to vary who’s playing them, or it would be insanely boring if not outright grating. Up to this passage, it’s just been the celli, which is fine, since it establishes the themes. But from here on out it’s got to be shared amongst the rest of the orchestra.