Tuesday, December 23, 2008

Christmas music

Wishing all readers a God Jul!

Here are some links to Christmas (and other) music by the Sibelian bloggers and our friends, and other composers and musicians I have found online:

Rod Moulds A Christmas Quarrel
Fung Lam has posted a pretty arrangement of "Silent Night" on his Myspace page.
Cedric Peachey See Amid the Winter's Snow
Patrick Ross-Ross Prelude on "Veni, veni Emmanuel"
Laurence Hughes Prelude on a Norwegian carol
Bernard Hughes Blue Window
Mary Rose Jensen O Lord, Our God, What Have You Done?
Richard Campanelli Carols for flute quartet
Juan José Ortega three pieces
Alan Hilton Deck the Hall of the Mountain King
Maria Ljungdahl Ljus, som i natten lyser
David Morneau Electric Xmas In the Window

A video with an arrangement of "White Christmas" by the jazz pianist Mika Pohjola

And a Happy Hanukkah greeting with this Tom Lehrer song:

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Thursday, October 23, 2008

Der Singende Wald

A new work was published by R.A. Moulds some time ago - Der Singende Wald - for 2 solo violins, strings, and piccolo obbligato.

From the review posted by Michael Morse: "The expression 'serious music' has become degraded through overuse and, latterly, underfamiliarity. But that's what this is, comrades: genuinely serious music, of high moral purpose and impeccable, devastating artistry."

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Thursday, August 14, 2008

The Song of the Lark

"It is always possible to learn when one likes," said Wunsch. His words were peremptory, as usual, but his tone was mild, even confidential. "There is always a way. And if some day you are going to sing, it is necessary to know well the German language."

Thea stooped over to pick a leaf of rosemary. How did Wunsch know that, when the very roses on her wall-paper had never heard it? "But am I going to?" she asked, still stooping.

"That is for you to say," returned Wunsch coldly. "You would better marry some Jacob here and keep the house for him, may-be? That is as one desires."

Thea flashed up at him a clear, laughing look. "No, I don't want to do that. You know," she brushed his coat-sleeve quickly with her yellow head. "Only how can I learn anything here? It's so far from Denver."

Wunsch's loose lower lip curled in amusement. Then, as if he suddenly remembered something, he spoke seriously. "Nothing is far and nothing is near, if one desires. The world is little, people are little, human life is little. There is only one big thing—desire. And before it, when it is big, all is little. It brought Columbus across the sea in a little boat, und so weiter." Wunsch made a grimace, took his pupil's hand and drew her toward the grape arbor. "Hereafter I will more speak to you in German. Now, sit down and I will teach you for your birthday that little song. Ask me the words you do not know already. Now: Im leuchtenden Sommermorgen."
Thea got her music-book and stole quietly out of the garden. She did not go home, but wandered off into the sand dunes, where the prickly pear was in blossom and the green lizards were racing each other in the glittering light. She was shaken by a passionate excitement. She did not altogether understand what Wunsch was talking about; and yet, in a way she knew. She knew, of course, that there was something about her that was different. But it was more like a friendly spirit than like anything that was a part of herself. She thought everything to it, and it answered her; happiness consisted of that backward and forward movement of herself. The something came and went, she never knew how. Sometimes she hunted for it and could not find it; again, she lifted her eyes from a book, or stepped out of doors, or wakened in the morning, and it was there,—under her cheek, it usually seemed to be, or over her breast,—a kind of warm sureness. And when it was there, everything was more interesting and beautiful, even people. When this companion was with her, she could get the most wonderful things out of Spanish Johnny, or Wunsch, or Dr. Archie.

On her thirteenth birthday she wandered for a long while about the sand ridges, picking up crystals and looking into the yellow prickly-pear blossoms with their thousand stamens. She looked at the sand hills until she wished she were a sand hill. And yet she knew that she was going to leave them all behind some day. They would be changing all day long, yellow and purple and lavender, and she would not be there. From that day on, she felt there was a secret between her and Wunsch. Together they had lifted a lid, pulled out a drawer, and looked at something. They hid it away and never spoke of what they had seen; but neither of them forgot it.

Willa Cather: The Song of the Lark (1915)

Saturday, July 12, 2008

News On Hughes

Bernard Hughes’ new opera Dumbfounded! will be premiered at the Tête à Tête Opera Festival on the 8 and 9 of August at the Riverside Studios in Hammersmith, London.

Dumbfounded! is said to be part of a projected longer opera setting other Saki stories currently being developed by Bernard Hughes and William Radice.

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Wednesday, July 02, 2008

Composer stuff online

Here are a couple of things I have noticed when I have recently checked out what our composer friends have on the web:

Patrick Ross-Ross has started to publish at SibeliusMusic. One of his first contributions is a piece called Prelude to an Imaginary Chorale

There is a fine collection of videos with Andrew Lowe-Watson's music on YouTube. For example this animation to an excerpt from his opera "Marianne Dreams", after Catherine Storr's book:

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Tuesday, July 01, 2008

Blog layout news

This blog now has a "subscribe" link, and also the improved blog roll function that Blogger made last month. Now we can read when and with what a blog on our radar has been updated.

Saturday, March 29, 2008

mercury playground

Mercury Playground

Suddenly shadowed, the heavens imploded again
Dark clouds, dark grey over a quiet grey village
Thick curtains of crystals, wet, dropped down in silver

Shockingly cold, wrapping all ground in winter anew
like some sweet-scented lace, or a veil of white lilies
Laid folded in layers, wet, draped on the surface

Sun-melted then, when spring came to its nature once more,
was changing reflection, rejecting the goodness
in children out playing, wet, dipped in the snow drifts

Mercury, mercury, changing forever its silvery wings
Projecting and fleeing, like letters and mirrors
The playground now poisoned, wet, drowned in the icing

Maria Ljungdahl 29 March 2008

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Friday, February 08, 2008


see also this and other videos on maljharbour's YouTube. 

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Tuesday, January 29, 2008

Composer diary by Fung Lam

Fung is describing his composition process in a diary on a BBC web page:

"I noticed that the section [at the museum] I spent most of the time looking at was the in the Ironwork Gallery. They have got a huge collection of locks and keys ranging from the 15th century to the 18th century. What fascinated me the most was the really detailed design. So that inspired me to write a piece that’s got specific shapes and perhaps lots of codes as well."

Monday, January 28, 2008

JS Bach remixed

(Also on YouTube, here.)

Sunday, January 27, 2008

Mere Rouge - a jazz tune by Michael Morse

Video also at YouTube, here.
Sheet music for "Mere Rouge" is available for online view and prints at SibeliusMusic.com

Program notes:

"I surely enjoyed finding out how odd it is that chance findings in the web can change one's life into a digital counterpoint, where the burden of senseless googling will crucify aching shoulders, smiting the wicked with pies and ridicule, while, on the road to Damascus, young Franz and my lovely daughter, Sophie here, from Elysium, Ohio, [line missing] which is the reason why the flowers never [lines missing; something about a donkey?].

At the last moment, the threatening beast jumped on the escape key, sat up at the typewriter, singing "all the works of Shakespeare!" to a melody in parallell thirds, faintly related to the lamb chop cooking song of the Dorians, who for thousands of generations believed their flat space ships would return to Pluto. However, with the recent increase in downtown sailboat incidents, we find that we must be prepared. Maybe those reported 'navigation problems' have a more sinister explanation.

They are here! Three blocks down, past the old railway station, and - watch their leader - the hairy spider next to the pink umbrella! She is morphing into - not the sun, nor the son - but a strange, dark shadow hovering over seven coal miners heading home from a hard day of chasing silent magpies through the stone age library.

If only there was some national policy on library book returns, said the first man - who was not afraid of mere rouge."