A rant (Day 129/365)

First of all, I have to compliment my readers for resisting commentary on the phrase “My father had Speedball nibs” which was nestled in yesterday’s post. Damned mature of everyone, I must say, unless Jobie hasn’t read the post yet.

Now we’re off to a hospital holiday function, but before I go, a liberal rant:

So Mary Cheney is going to have a baby. I think that is fabulous, and I wish her and Heather the best.

This is not to say that I am not watching with raised eyebrows and pursed lips the inevitable reactions from Cheney pere’s constituency. One can really not make this stuff up.

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Font Junky (Day 128/365)

I took a break from the music today and instead went to http://www.myfonts.com to browse and see if I could find a typeface that absolutely must be the logofont for William Blake’s Inn.

I got through 50-something pages of 177, each with 24 fonts on it. I’ll do the rest today or this weekend. I love fonts. I absolutely love them. I don’t know why I’m this way, but I recognized early, like fourth or fifth grade, that I was really turned on by Old English or calligraphy. It is not a choice, it’s the way I was born.

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Triumph! (Day 127/365)

Done, for a ducat!

The orchestration of 10. Blake Leads a Walk on the Milky Way is done. Or at least the first draft is done. There are still a couple of measures that I’m sure I will revisit, but for now, it’s finished.

Here is the mp3 of the completed orchestration.

So, what next? Here are our choices:

  • 5. The Man in the Marmalade Hat Arrives (mp3)
  • 9. The Wise Cow Makes Way, Room, and Believe (mp3)
  • 15. Blake Tells the Tiger the Tale of the Tailor (mp3)

I rather think I’ll leave Marmalade Man till last, since it’s already mostly orchestrated. What does everyone else think?

Another project to work on (Day 126/365)

I didn’t get to work on any music today, this is driving me nuts, because first I had a meeting at school with some parents, and then I had decorating duty.

The meeting at school was a good one: parents of students who are going to try the 100 Book Club project. It was informational, to answer any questions they might have about the whole thing. I’m assuming that those who didn’t come have already checked out the web page I set up for answers.

So I was working on something creative, just not THE PROJECT I NEED TO FINISH UP AS SOON AS POSSIBLE!

I have nothing scheduled for tomorrow night. Maybe I can sneak in those last six measures of Milky Way before decorating duty hits.

Humbug. (Day 125/365)

I did not get the last six measures of Milky Way done. I did, however, get the Deer and Lava Flow™ display put up in the front yard:

Deer and Lava Flow display

But I do have a liberal rant, to wit:

The Times has an article about a memorial put up in northern California Here’s a photo.

Needless to say, people have gone nuts. One lady, whose son is at West Point and will be heading to Iraq after graduating next May, does not consider it a memorial. “The hillside is painful,” she said.

Another man called the display “a travesty” and said the people who put it up were “despicable and morally bankrupt.”

Why is it that any time anyone brings our Iraq casualties to our attention by individualizing them, the pro-war nutjobs go berserk? You would think that they would be pleased that everyone was honoring our dead, or at least they might pretend that’s what the memorializers were doing even if they weren’t.

But that’s not what happens. Every time someone reads out all the names of the dead or puts up thousands of crosses or stones or whatever, the überpatriots have a hissy. I just don’t get it. I mean, my elementary school has a big display in the front hall, with the names of all the soldiers from Coweta County who died in WWI, WWII, Korea, and Vietnam. Is that a “travesty”? Are we “despicable and morally bankrupt”? What if we added the names of soldiers from the first Gulf War? Or from this one?

What is the difference? I’m going out on a limb here and suggest that the pro-war nutjobs understand, even if they don’t admit it even to themselves, that our current Iraqi situation is itself “despicable and morally bankrupt,” and that calling attention to the deaths of the brave men and women who have given their lives in this debacle underlines that fact in ways that not even pro-war nutjobs can avoid. And they don’t like it. They like their country right or wrong, their wars just, and their dialectics black and white.

Thus they see every attempt to call attention to the nearly 3,000 troops who have died as an attempt to undermine the war effort, to stab their patriotism in the back and to paint the United States as a villainous imperial power. Somehow they never think that perhaps it was their patriotic duty to oppose this war in the first place, and if not in the first place, certainly by now. It should now be their patriotic duty to support our troops by making sure no more die in George W. Bush’s blunder, the worst foreign policy decision by any American President, ever. And when other people point that out to them, and to the rest of the public, they scream bloody murder. Because they understand that even if the memorial is absolutely sincere, it’s an intolerable intrusion of reality into their pony-based patriotism, and that’s what the rest of the world will see as well.

Nearly there (Day 123/365)

Only six blank measures to go in Milky Way!

I’ve smoothed out the rat’s issues and moved into and through the final stanza, and even into the coda, which is just a repeat of mm. 68-69. Since the next two measures are just a repeat of those measures, transposed up a sixth, I should be able to finish this piece on Sunday morning.

I’ve developed this sense of completion, of being finished in some way, which is stupid, since although Milky Way is the last piece I composed (always excepting the Epilogue), I still have Marmalade Man, Make Way, and Tale of the Tailor to orchestrate. I have a long way to go before I sleep!

Still, I don’t expect any of them to have the issues that Milky Way has presented. They are pretty straightforward, without the shifting moods of this piece. They also don’t present issues of delicacy, transparency, grandeur, profundity, etc., that a walk across the night sky might.

By the way, anyone who is interested in hearing A Visit to William Blake’s Inn played through in its entirety is invited to come to the Newnan School of Dance on Wednesday, January 10, at 7:00. For full details, see the Lacuna Group.

Some interesting headway (Day 122/365)

Tonight was the Masterworks concert, so that was going to count as my creativity for the day, and it was a very good concert, but then something unexpected happened.

After the concert, Ginny was supposed to meet up with her book club buddies for coffee, but she had read the invitation wrong, so we came home and got comfortable. Soon, though, Bette Hickman showed up looking for Ginny, and we all went out for a late supper. While Ginny changed back into clothes, I dragged Bette upstairs to hear Milky Way and to let her know we were going to move on this starting in January.

She liked the music, and over supper we talked about getting all the necessary ducks in a row. So the piece of the puzzle over which I had no control, i.e., the machinery necessary to procure space/funding/backing, is in place.

All in all, a very creative evening.

Forging ahead (Day 121/365)

early morning: Many days when I report that I’ve done “nothing,” I’ve actually done quite a bit of work in my head, going over sections of William Blake that need work, listening to the CD in the car and making decisions about instrumentation or effects or stuff (that’s a technical term.)

Thus it was this morning that as I was finishing my toilette I decided that maybe the section in question in Milky Way needed some other sound completely. I think I’m going to yank the strings entirely. I can give the cello line to the bassoons and drop the horns into the bass clef to cover what the violas were handling. I keep forgetting that the horns have this ungodly range. In fact, I keep wondering whether I need trombones at all, just add another two horns and keep them in the bass clef.

At any rate, I’ll see if I can get this done tonight and report back.

late evening: Actually, I think that was it. I didn’t use the horns like I thought I would, but the woodwind choir fits the bill quite nicely. The strings join back in on the “gathered by fools in heaven” line, and it moves smoothly on.

So now I need to orchestrate the little descending star patterns leading into the final repeat of the “intro” theme, and then hopefully I know what I’m doing from there to the end.