Wondering
At
Lost
Thought
Wallowing
In
Laborious
Kinds
Inside,
Narrow
Sight
Walking
Around
Lodging
Tonight
Wishing,
Intellectually,
Lights
Killed
Into
Nearby
Stairs
Woodcutters
Always
Load
Tough
"Waves
Illuminater,
Lambs,
Kick
Idly,"
Noticeably
Said
Water
Allocates;
Land
Tangles
Wages
Intensify
Like
Kites,
Inversely,
Near
Sales
Wednesday, May 26, 2010
Sunday, May 9, 2010
49)
I arrived at home, where I will be spending the next 4 months, and immediately began thinking about what I should be working on. At first I rearranged my room, as I always do when I return home, and positioned my working space in front of the only window in my room. I knew by the end of the summer it would feel like I was in a tree house, but right now it still feels like I am looking out on a new world that is unsure of itself: cold, yet green with life; dark, but light enough to illuminate everything.
I sit looking out on this world that I know will change. I am sure without a doubt.
But back to what I want to write this summer. Last summer I attempted to write a standard string quartet. I was a little more aimless last summer, so this time I knew I needed something to keep me grounded. The idea of a programmatic piece came to mind. I spent a couple hours scouring images in my room and on the internet, but to no avail. As I was in the middle of my scouring the power went out. So I listened/studied the Rite of Spring by candlelight: a powerful example of supreme orchestration. I read then went to bed at 9.15. I woke three times. Once to someone saying goodnight. Once because I was thirsty. The last time I woke up I do not remember why, but I remember what I saw. I looked out my window and saw this world covered in mist. I knew then where the program to my music would come from.
I woke up with a plan, a purpose. I would write a complete string quartet this summer based on my ideas of set theory, 12 tone theory, and division. I would also begin work on more piano sonatinas to keep my piano skills up.
I already have 4 pages of notes. More on this subject to come.
Fuhton
I sit looking out on this world that I know will change. I am sure without a doubt.
But back to what I want to write this summer. Last summer I attempted to write a standard string quartet. I was a little more aimless last summer, so this time I knew I needed something to keep me grounded. The idea of a programmatic piece came to mind. I spent a couple hours scouring images in my room and on the internet, but to no avail. As I was in the middle of my scouring the power went out. So I listened/studied the Rite of Spring by candlelight: a powerful example of supreme orchestration. I read then went to bed at 9.15. I woke three times. Once to someone saying goodnight. Once because I was thirsty. The last time I woke up I do not remember why, but I remember what I saw. I looked out my window and saw this world covered in mist. I knew then where the program to my music would come from.
I woke up with a plan, a purpose. I would write a complete string quartet this summer based on my ideas of set theory, 12 tone theory, and division. I would also begin work on more piano sonatinas to keep my piano skills up.
I already have 4 pages of notes. More on this subject to come.
Fuhton
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