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Sep. 24th, 2008

Special Day

Yes, it's true. Today, I am officially in my 59th year of life! 
[Sorry, I've been a little lackadaisical with LiveJournal recently; hopefully, I'll be more attentive in this new year of life.]

Here's my birthday pose at today's luncheon:



I've had a great day!
There are more photos WITHOUT window glare behind the cut:

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Sep. 15th, 2008

Happy Birthday, Jessye!


[A continuation of my "Birthday du Jour" Musicians Series]

Yes, today is Jessye Norman's birthday, beloved operatic soprano. One biographer described Jessye in these terms:
"In opera, in recital and in concert appearances with symphony orchestras and chamber music collaborators, Jessye Norman’s thoughtful music-making, innovative programming and fervent advocacy of contemporary music share equal acclaim with the majesty of her voice."

I place "Jessye" along with Dame Joan Sutherland and Dame Janet Baker at the top of my personal list of operatic/oratorio vocalists. Sorry, Janet; I missed honoring you on your August 21st birthday. I particularly remember Dame Janet Baker's characteristic mezzo in a 1970s recording of Mendelssohn's Elijah. There's something about the "J" names and music performance, "J" Brahms, "J." S. Bach, "J" Pachelbel, "J" Walther, etc. [Pardon me, I seem to be slipping into an "organ lit." mode.]  Here's to my current "J"s of the vocal world: Jessye, Joan, and Janet! 
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Sep. 10th, 2008

...if only in my dreams!


Arranging, Stylizing, Improvising, Creating ...

These are some words describing my annual September through November practice of preparing new piano settings of Christmas carols for upcoming seasonal recitals and holiday concerts. For 19 years, during the fall, I used to devote hours composing pipe organ, harpsichord, or piano variations in preparation for my annual "Christmas Around the World" concerts. Each year, I would force myself to stretch the bar (so to speak) in stylizing two particular Christmas songs for piano: "I Heard the Bells on Christmas Day" and "I'll Be Home for Christmas."  I wonder why these specific songs fascinated me so!
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Sep. 9th, 2008

New Computer Prompts Reminiscing


A little over a week ago, I replaced my old computer. Attempting to adapt to new technology ... the new feel of the keyboard, new software, new look of monitor, etc. ... I find myself pining for those simpler, less technological times (only for an instant). Still, this recent computer set-up saga has prompted a recall of my (shall we say) vintage years (an adaptation from an earlier LJ post). Even though I’m not THAT old, it’s revealing to list (at random) “things of my past.” Here goes:

Electricity reached my street just a few years before I was born. An 8-house “party-line” telephone service arrived around 1953. [Our ring was “one long and two shorts.” Of course, we NEVER picked-up the phone to listen to one of our neighbor’s conversations. It’s hard to believe that back then each neighbor in the community was aware of the other’s phone calls, etc. Who needed TV with this kind of entertainment?] But, about that time, my father brought home our first TV, a (need I say) black & white 10” RCA (housed in a beautiful mahogany cabinet behind two ornate folding doors). As with the “battery” radio of the 40s, this entertainment center was actually the finest piece of furniture in the parlor (I mean “living room”) and, as such, demanded its central and commanding placement in front of the room’s main window. But, of course, we spent part of the time waiting for the "picture tube" to warm-up and the other part aligning the horizontal and vertical lines, i.e., tuning in “The South’s First TV Station” from Richmond, Virginia 25-miles to the East.

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Sep. 8th, 2008

Concert Publicity Photo

Music and Grieving


Sorry, I haven't been too active on LJ lately. I'm still grieving over the loss of my dog Cappie. Yesterday, while visiting with my next door neighbor, the emotions overwhelmed me. I miss my little boy. When you least expect it, the tears start flowing. Cappie used to "sing" for his dinner. I miss that. I miss his frequent cuddles and the pressure of his curled-up body next to mine while watching TV at night. Yes, he was a very nice dog and close companion!

But, recently I've affirmed music's charm in soothing the soul, especially during this grieving process. Last night, I attended my biweekly rehearsal in this large Richmond chorus. On October 4, we will be performing Rutter's "Mass of the Children" and a number of Paul Halley's works, including his collaborative masterpiece with Paul Winter in "Earth Mass." Isn't it fascinating how composers find innumerable ways to interpret the texts of "Kyrie, Eleison" or "Agnus Dei." Most of the music is 8-part divisi, which many of you know is my preferred style in composing.  For the first time since conservatory days, I am singing a chorus part in some very complex music, rather than conducting. To make matters more concentrated, I chose to sing 1st bass (instead of 2nd) for the first time. There is a completely different mindset with inner voice reading. As organist-choirmaster, I used to find the outer voices extremely easy to hear, to sing, to articulate, and to rehearse singers (sopranos/basses) in forms of counterpoint or harmonic structure.  Of course, an organist is trained to connect to that lowest vocal line for "feet coordination."  Now, my natural instinct to connect to the lowest low must move up a bit!  I'm glad this music discipline comes during a difficult personal time.  Music breathes new life into the void left by Cappie's death.  The necessary focus on music (especially those inner notes) seems to parallel a requisite attention on inner self.

Music and Grieving ... they make great partners!

Sep. 5th, 2008

A Casual Bob in 1985

Count Your Blessings


Today, while perusing some newspaper clippings, I found a powerful message about “blessings.” Unfortunately, there is no author listed for this writing. It is called “Count Your Blessings…” If any of you are aware of its source, please let me know.


COUNT YOUR BLESSINGS…


* If you woke up this morning with more health than illness… you are more blessed than the million who will not survive this week.

* If you have never experienced the danger of battle, the loneliness of imprisonment, the agony of torture, or the pangs of starvation… you are ahead of 500 million people in the world.

* If you can attend a church meeting without fear of harassment, arrest, torture, or death… you are more blessed than three billion people in the world.

* If you have food in the refrigerator, clothes on your back, a roof overhead and a place to sleep… you are richer than 75% of this world.

* If you have money in the bank, in your wallet, and spare change in a dish someplace… you are among the top 8% of the world’s wealthy.

* If your parents are still alive and still married… you are very rare, even in the United States.

* If you hold up your head with a smile on your face and are truly thankful… you are blessed because the majority can, but most do not.

* If you can read this message, you just received a double blessing in that someone was thinking of you, and furthermore, you are more blessed than over two billion people in the world that cannot read at all.
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Sep. 2nd, 2008

Cappie Solo Shot

Cappie's Death

I had to put Cappie to sleep this morning around 9:00.  Two weeks ago, he was diagnosed with thyroid cancer and given two months to live.  [He went fast!]  I stayed up with Cappie most of last night and early morning, holding and caressing him.  He was gasping for breath for hours, trembling in pain.  I was helpless, not knowing what to do.  Anyway, my little boy is finally at peace.  He tried so hard to give "the best of himself" during the three years I had him in my care, always by my side with his head on my lap ... so affectionate.  I miss him!   

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Sep. 1st, 2008

Mom and Bob 2007

Mom's Birthday Luncheon

My mother's birthday was Thursday.  In honor of the occasion I hosted a formal luncheon at Rainbrook for family and friends ... a total of eleven, including "moi." [I wanted to post something about this earlier but my computer finally DIED!  It has taken Saturday, Sunday, and most of today, to set up and transfer files to the new computer.  Now, maybe I can enjoy these LiveJournal offerings to their fullest, i.e., downloading files, etc..]  What joy to honor mom, while sharing my newly decorated (rearranged) home with others.  Rainbrook's additions include the recently completed RGS Archival Library on the 2nd floor (a mandatory stop on the house tour).  After toasts, the meal, birthday cake and  presentation of gifts, my guests moved to the living room where I entertained at the grand, featuring some Beethoven, Rachmaninoff, Grieg, and Gershwin ... but concluding with Broadway Show Tunes and movie themes. 

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Aug. 25th, 2008

Cappie Solo Shot

Death is part of life

... a difficult part.

I should have suspected something when I arrived at the veterinarian hospital this morning with Cappie and immediately was ushered into this very plush room with quiet, ethereal music and aqua painted walls adorned with gold-framed seaside landscapes. They took Cappie from me the moment I walked in the door. Meanwhile, I was left alone in this immaculately cleaned space to peruse inspirational pamphlets on "man's best friend." It was only about a minute or so that I looked up to read this plaque above the entrance portal: "Pet Chapel." That's nice, I mused, the other rooms must be occupied today. 

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Aug. 19th, 2008

Bob Beach Close-up

What's in a name?

Even though this year I didn't make it to our family's summer cottage near Smith Point, Virginia, I have been remembering summers past ... the swimming, the boating, the fishing, and my unsuccessful attempts at water-skiing.  I am reminiscing today, thinking of the 4th of July parades on the country road above Marshall's beach, and those fresh crab cakes mom served at the end of the day.  

From the late 1960s to this day, we have enjoyed a summer place ... each cottage with its unique nooks & crannies to explore. One day, two summers ago, I discovered an intriguing children's bedtime storybook, stacked with a number of mismatched items high above a linen closet in one of the cottage bedrooms. 

Aug. 16th, 2008

Bob Poised at the Grand

A Teacher ... Mediocre, Good, Superior, or Great

The mediocre teacher tells.
The good teacher explains.
The superior teacher demonstrates.
The great teacher inspires. 

William Arthur Ward (1921 – 1994)
- one of America's most quoted writers of inspirational maxims 

Recently, I have been reading the writings of William Arthur Ward which were published in Reader's Digest, This Week, The Upper Room, Together, The Christian Advocate, etc. throughout the United States and abroad. He is one of the most frequently quoted writers in the pages of Quote, the international weekly digest for public speakers. His biography appears in Who's Who in American Education, Who's Who in Public Relations, and Who's Who in the South and Southwest. He was a member of the International Platform Association. 

There are many quotes which I like, but the above descriptors/qualifiers for a teacher were especially profound.  I hope I learn to move through the pedagogic ranks with inspiration my ultimate goal.

Aug. 14th, 2008

Harpsichord

A Well-tempered Scale of Grace

Bob's Reflections on: 
Well-Tempered Tuning & Praying

As a former tuner of harpsichords and pipe organs, it took a number of years for me to realize that the solution to creating a “well-tempered” scale was to systematically alter what initially seemed perfect. You see, after successfully tuning the fourth or fifth music intervals perfectly in tune, without any beat or waver, the last stage of tuning required the shading or modifying of each “perfectly” tuned note. For years, my problem was not that I misunderstood the physics involved, but that I lacked the courage to change those intervals which I believed to be perfect.

In the fine-tuning of life, prayer is that quiet time of tuning one’s spirit without fear of God’s well-tempered scale of grace. The courage to change and the willing acceptance of the unknown enables opportunities for turning on (or tuning into) the frequencies where God’s Spirit operates. That “single sound track of the Counselor’s Spirit” becomes a unifying force, while concurrently resisting channels of mistrust or unbelief. The encompassing registers of mutual love and affection are treasured jewels awakening the senses and luring us from misdirected plateaus of solitude. 

Aug. 11th, 2008

Howdy Doody

It's Howdy Doody Time!

OK ... I couldn't resist!   

Back in December, I made an LJ userpic icon of my favorite childhood marionette for the 60-year anniversary of NBC's "Puppet Playhouse" and included it in a journal entry dedicated to the puppet character, Howdy Doody.  This is a re-posting of that tribute.  [Forgive me, LJ friends who have seen this before.]  I just remembered that in August, The Howdy Doody Show always would gear up for the children returning from vacations in time for school.  Each year at this time Howdy Doody ratings would soar!

Aug. 7th, 2008

Bob after 1988 Concert

Immortal Beloved


OK ... so yesterday I watched the 1994 film "Immortal Beloved" (a Beethoven biographical sketch) and all last night and most of today I can't stop playing the "Pathetique" Sonata (at least the 1st and 2nd movements). This film reminded me once again of music's mystical power over my being. Last night's viewing of "Immortal Beloved" was a mysterious revelation of sorts. In Beethoven, I humbly recalled the sensations I felt while composing my last symphonic/choral piece. Here is an excerpt from my composer's diary three years ago:

"This merging of multiple choral and instrumental voices became a mystical touching. It wedded my senses, intertwining and crisscrossing to create a picture of ever-changing and perfecting textures. Through it all, I patiently experienced a primitive sense of nature, an action which became a process of anticipating and interacting, and a transformation of remembering and visioning which turned my memory into the present and my dreams into reality." 

Music moves us; it enchants us; it energizes and heals us. In a moment, music can arouse within us compassion, comfort, and love. It clears our minds while stirring our intellect. Interestingly, until last night, I had almost forgotten how powerfully these musical attributes played upon my soul. I shall continue to relearn the "Pathetique." Even my meager pianistic endeavors grant ample dreaming, with much hope and aspiration. 

Aug. 6th, 2008

Things to Forget ... Things to Remember


Today, I honor my Aunt Doris who died in August, 2004. She was born June 20, 1920. Here is an excerpt from one of her scrap book clippings. I believe Doris was successful in following the wisdom of these writings.

THINGS TO FORGET:

Forget each kindness that you do
as soon as you have done it.

Forget the praise that falls to you
the moment you have won it.

Forget the slander that you hear
before you can repeat it.

Forget each slight, each spite, each sneer,
wherever you may meet it.

THINGS TO REMEMBER:

Remember every kindness done to you
whatever its measure.

Remember praise by others won
and pass it on with pleasure.

Remember every promise made
and keep it to the letter.

Remember those who lend you aid
and be a grateful debtor.

Remember all the happiness
that comes your way in living.

Forget each worry and distress;
be hopeful and forgiving ...

and you will find
through age and youth
that many hearts
will love you! 

Aug. 5th, 2008

June 2008 Outside on Deck LIGHT

Time for Some More Anonymous Quotes


Cheerfulness ...
will open a door
when other keys fail.

A song in the heart ... 
gives the day a good start.

You will never stumble 
onto anything good
while sitting.

The ordinary today
is the wonderful yesterday
in tomorrow's memory.

Friendship and true love
fill up all those little ruts
in the road of life.

 

Aug. 3rd, 2008

Bob after 1988 Concert

HAPPY FRIENDSHIP DAY!

Earlier this afternoon, I was informed that the first Sunday in August has been designated "Friendship Day" ... just the day to share an anonymous writing I have saved through the years. If anyone knows its source, please let me know so I can credit the author. [Now, I need to set these words to music!]

Feeding, Weeding, & Watering

As documented in my July 24th entry, Farmer Bob has lost all his tomatoes to the squirrels or (as my father believes) to creatures of the two-legged variety. So, now, I'm concentrating on the rest of Rainbrook's estate. Yesterday, I gave plant food to several north and south gardens, weeded the rose gardens, cut the grass in both front and back lawns, and watered. This is a big place to keep up by myself, but I enjoy the exercise. There's also the pride in seeing things flourish (or at the very least ... survive).

Aug. 1st, 2008

An Introduction to a Concert

How does one excite an audience to listen attentively to music?

These are my concluding words while introducing a concert back in 2003. Once again, I quoted from Don Campbell's "The Mozart Effect." The exquisite "primal breath of creation itself" metaphors seem to put music's mystical powers into perspective.

Jul. 30th, 2008

The Ending of My Day

I began my day with a peaceful time on the deck, sitting at the table under the umbrella reading the paper and drinking coffee. [See previous post.] It was a peaceful start to the day. Since that time, I have taught some piano lessons, cleaned house, shopped at the local mall, cared for the dogs, enjoyed some delicious meals, walked the neighborhood, etc. I returned to the deck this afternoon for some sun. My first lesson this morning ended with the student exclaiming "You are SUCH a good teacher!" [I needed that.] Now, I'm enjoying some music from our local classical station.

Let me conclude the day with a video of me playing organ and conducting the choir in Mozart's "Gloria" from the "12th Mass" for an evening service a few years ago. I'm glad I recorded it. We were quite energized by the music!

 

Let Me Be Joy!

Let me be joy!
Let me be hope!!
Let my life sing !!!

I know I have posted this before, but today I feel the power of these words inspiring and discerning. [Sorry, I don't know the author of this writing nor the source of its discovery a few years ago.]

Make me too brave
to lie or to be unkind,
make me too understanding
to mind the little hurts
companions give,
and friends, the careless hurts
that no one quite intends.
Make me too thoughtful
to hurt others so!

Help me to know
the inmost hearts
of those for whom I care,
their secret wishes,
and all the loads they bear,
that I may add my courage
to their own!

May I make lonely folks
feel less alone,
and happy ones
a little happier yet.
May I forget
what ought to be forgotten,
and recall each kindly thing,
forgetting what might sting!

To all upon my way,
day after day,
let me be joy,
let me be hope,
let my life sing !!! 

Jul. 28th, 2008

Bob's Last Concert

MUSICAL CLOCKS

... a lighthearted Haydn

Today, I share some selections from "The Musical Clocks" by Franz Josef Haydn. In a March 1992 concert, I decided to program five of the Musical Clocks pieces (including "The Song of the Quail") to add a jovial "lightheartedness" to the concert. The music is taken from a suite of seven short works written in 1792 for a famous clock in Vienna, Austria. [I visited this clock in August of 1971 while attending an international choral symposium at the Academy of Music.] As with many "music clocks" of the 18th century, music was played automatically on a small flute organ, operated by the clock mechanism.

Jul. 27th, 2008

Proportion ... 35 Years Later


It is proportion that beautifies everything. 
This whole universe consists of it, 
and music is measured by it

- Orlando Gibbons

Yesterday, I continued to sort through some old family scrapbooks. These precious, archival jewels afforded a splendid afternoon of reminiscing! Later, I began to recollect (and locate) some of my own diaries, years before LiveJournal. Here's an excerpt from July 27, 1973. I was in my second year as full-time director of music ministries, serving a Virginia church with multiple choirs and a large private studio of piano/organ students. That particular summer Saturday afternoon found me in the living room quietly reflecting and recording in my journal: 

July 27, 1973
"I had trouble with control knobs of the television today; attempted to repair using glue and duct tape. Hope that by tomorrow the glue will have set and I will be able to change the channel. At present, it's stuck on Channel 6."

My comment 35 years later
Realize, there were only three television channels available anyway. The remote control? What remote control?

Let's return to that 1973 diary ...

"I am sitting in the living room listening to some pipe organ records. Very pretty day outside! The town is busy with shoppers crowding the streets, pushing and shoving to be the first to save on bargains. This weekend is "Bargain Day Sales" in most of the stores. I'm content with the things I have. Why should I wear myself out shopping on my one day off? But, it's interesting to watch others from my apartment window."

My comment 35 years later
This ... from someone whose only multimedia home theater option is to view a 12" black and white (rabbit ear antenna) television with the channel knob stuck on Channel 6!

Back to 1973 reflections ...

"Regarding music ... I learned early in life that music had a great hold on my being. I'm a conservatory graduate; yet I must constantly develop new skills. There is so much to explore! Each day, I encounter new barriers to overcome, new challenges to meet. My mind is constantly pondering deep thoughts but I don't dare express them. In theory, I am close to understanding answers to many of life's questions. I desire symmetry, order, refinement. I am fascinated by the arts, the humanities, history, philosophy. For the present, I am edified by observing others who have mastered these skills and attained these goals. Maybe in time! It will be interesting to see how my feelings and aspirations of July 27, 1973 change with time. Possibly what I write is not truly what I feel."

My July 27, 2008 comment
Well, 35 years have past since these writings. I'd say the word "proportion" summarizes my yearnings of 1973. What was that quote of Orlando Gibbons? ... "It is proportion that beautifies everything." Maybe my 1973 "symmetry, order, refinement" descriptors were calling for a life of equal temperament (perhaps, not unlike a Bach pipe organ tuned to that "well-tempered" scale), or a life mentored and modeled by well-proportioned values and truths. I'm encouraged that Gibbons chose to use proportion as the subject of the verb "beautifies". Better yet, consider "beauty" to be the object of proportion! However one perceives beauty or proportion, let's acknowledge their presence in life. I, for one, give thanks that ... just as music is measured by it ... our lives receive beautification and qualification through "proportion."

Jul. 26th, 2008

Three Cheers for Triplets !!!


[Inspired from a 2006 LJ post. ]

Konzert ohne Orchester en F-Moll
Concerto without Orchestra
Third Grand Sonata in F Minor, Op. 14

by Robert Schumann
(composed in 1835 and 1853)


Recently, I have been busy attempting to relearn (from "Conservatory" days) the "Third Grand Sonata" in F Minor by Robert Schumann. Actually, my primary focus has been on the movement: "Quasi Variazioni" Andantino de Clara Wieck. I love these four variations on Clara's original theme. One could accurately describe them as pensive, yet with rippling vigor! Even though all are composed in duple meter, I find the second variation's use of (inner-voiced) triplets to be my favorite.

This love of triplets reminds me of my original choral-symphonic setting of Psalm 103. [At one point in the work, I scored for organ, full- orchestra, two solo violinists, a solo vocal quintet (ssatb - featured in front of choir and orchestra), and the eight-part divisi choir ---all playing/singing simultaneously.] The music took three months to compose/score/computerize and another three to print/fine-tune/rehearse, but finally everything was ready for its November 1994 premiere. A week or so before the BIG day, I shared my manuscript with a musicologist (elitist-type) who had informed me she would be unable to attend the premiere. After quickly thumbing through the first and second movements, she remarked: "I find it 'interesting' that you would choose to compose Psalm 103 in triplets. Doesn't this text require the strength of duple meter?" To this day, I don't remember my response. [I'm sure it was gracious.] But, I believe subconsciously this comment (from someone who never heard my music) prompted me to compose more and more in triplet meter (3/8, 6/8, 9/8, 12/8, whatever). Two years following the Psalm 103 premiere, I employed a 6/8 meter in a setting of Psalm 121. Then, in 2004, I returned to the melodic and rhythmic motifs of Psalm 103 in a setting of "The Great Thanksgiving" responsorials (Sanctus, Memorial Acclamation, and Amen). [How presumptuous of me to use triplets at The Great Thanksgiving!] But, what vigor, what presence, what joy! That's the way I feel when playing Schumann's second variation. As I say in today's title, "Three Cheers for Triplets" !!!

What a Difference a Day Makes!

This post is a follow-up to yesterday's journal entry.  To make sure the photos are not too large for community margins, I've placed them under a LJ-cut. 

Jul. 25th, 2008

Deck Painting Time Again!

I've just returned from picking up the painter this morning. Yes, Rainbrook's deck needs resurfacing (painting) again. Apparently, last year I used inferior paint resulting in the high traffic areas peeling. It was explained to me by the professional at Lowe's that I need to use a "solid color stain" formula, especially designed for decks (also, especially designed to be expensive).  But, maybe this will get me through a couple of years without repainting. Here is the obligatory before photo to be followed tomorrow with an archival after photo documentation. 

Jul. 24th, 2008

Bob Beach Close-up

Where Have All the Flowers Gone?


When you finally discover WHY I'm quoting words from this famous Peter, Paul, and Mary song, you will insist that I offer an apology. In the meantime, let me share my fond remembrances of this folk genre. I use to own an album of the Kingston Trio singing it back in 1962. They were my favorite group. [I understand the Kingston Trio recorded it one day after hearing Peter (Seeger), Paul, and Mary sing it.]  I must also give credit to Joe Hickerson for the 4th and 5th stanzas. I love the music, but the words are powerful ... a call for us to reflect on peace and justice: 

Where have all the flowers gone?
(Long time passing.)
Where have all the flowers gone?
(Long time ago.)
Where have all the flowers gone?
(Young girls have picked them, every one.)
Oh, when will they ever learn?
Oh, when will they ever learn?

Where have all the young girls gone?
... Gone for husbands, every one. 

Where have all the husbands gone?
... Gone for soldiers, every one. 

Where have all the soldiers gone?
... Gone to graveyards, every one. 

Where have all the graveyards gone?
... Gone to flowers, every one. 

Where have all the flowers gone?
... Young girls have picked them, every one.

Oh, when will we ever learn? 

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Now, the rest of the story:

This morning when "Farmer Bob" went out to check on his tomato plants, remembering five fairly large tomatoes on the vines the day before, (see my journal entry from July 12) I found no signs of my prized homegrown produce. "Where have all the 'tomatoes' gone?" I said (and began to sing). I completed the ragged meter of my beloved 60s song with: "Gone to 'the squirrels' ... every one!" Why didn't somebody tell me this would happen? !!!   OK, apologies for everyone are forthcoming! 


Jul. 20th, 2008

Marie-Joseph-Alexandre Déodat de Séverac


Heard melodies are sweet, 
but those unheard are sweeter; 
therefore, ye soft pipes, play on;
not to the sensual ear, 
but, more endeared, 
pipe to the spirit ditties of no tone.

~ John Keats, (1795–1821)
a principal poet of the
English Romantic movement.


Personal Reflections on my “unheard” melodies:
I find these words by John Keats intriguing, yet a little scary! Ironically, the essence of music’s “unheard” melodies can be disturbing as well as comforting. As a composer, the inward “spirit ditties of no tone” ultimately control my outward creativity. It is as if I am given the option of selfishly hording the music of my soul, or freely releasing it. Over the past three decades, I poured all my being into the composing of sacred music, desiring that others might realize for themselves unique mystical and spiritual senses, often juxtaposed through periods of physical pain and jarring dishevel. I sought to transform the mundane into the extra dimensional.

Today’s Composer/Musician du Jour:
Marie-Joseph-Alexandre Déodat de Séverac (born July 20, 1872) exemplifies the kind of transformation and freedom to which Keats refers. De Severac was a French composer noted for his vocal and choral music, including settings of verse in Catalan, as well as his compositions for solo piano. It is said that upon graduation from music school, he declared his independence and refused to associate himself with any other musical group. De Severac was a composer characterized by life and freedom. Refusing to confine himself with the limits of others, He created music that was unrestricted by pressures to conform to a certain style, resulting in refreshing and lively compositions. As John Keats would say, De Séverac piped to “the spirit ditties of no tone.” 

Jul. 19th, 2008

Outside on the Deck darker

O Danny Boy!


I will be playing the pipe organ and singing in church the Sundays of August 17 and 24. This week, I selected the organ music … no problem. However, the first vocal selection poses some dilemmas. My thoughts have wandered (wavered) between choosing from a classical, sacred style or something less formal. [This is a non-liturgical setting.] Finally, my wandering led me to this “Danny Boy” Irish setting of an old hymn text by John Edgar Park. My research indicates that Rev. Park was born in Belfast, Ireland, March 7, 1879 and died in Cambridge, Massachusetts, March 4, 1956 (just shy of his 77th birthday). He was ordained a Presbyterian minister in 1903 and later served as president of Wheaton College, Norton, Massachusetts from 1926 to 1944. 

Why, pray tell, am I giving all this attention to Rev. Park? Because of what I consider an interesting merger of a native Irishman’s text “We Would See Jesus” with our present-day American composer, Craig Courtney’s musical setting of (for lack of better inclusive title) the “Danny Boy” Irish tune. If only I were an Irish tenor! 

Here is Rev. Park’s original text. [For August, I’ll will not be using stanza one.]

Bob Poised at the Grand

Bach's Double-Clavier Concerto in C Minor


1. Bach’s "C Minor"
2. Lachner's Letter
and ...
3. Brahms' Trombones

Well, I’m still practicing my part from Bach’s Double-Clavier Concerto in C Minor. The plan is to perform it sometime in September. What a joy to revisit this keyboard masterpiece! I look forward to comparing my phrasings and articulations with the church organist-choirmaster.

Today’s “Musician du Jour” is Vincenz Lachner, a German organist, conductor and composer, born July 19, 1811. Here’s an interesting story concerning Lachner’s correspondence with the great master, Johannes Brahms:

It seems that Lachner had questions concerning parts of Brahms’ Second Symphony, specifically, the first movement … which goes on in a standard sonata development style until this very odd cadence with trombones. Lachner didn’t understand the inclusion of these trombones. [Quite a few of Brahms’ friends were puzzled by the passage as well.] Lachner wrote to Brahms. Brahms wrote back and said that indeed it was a strange passage and that he had tried to manage the entire movement without trombones but, “Black birds fly around our heads. I am a profoundly melancholy man. And I must I have my trombones.”

This makes me think of the Bach C minor concerto and my yearning sometimes to play in the minor key. I say this not out of any melancholy state of my own, but out of a mystical sense of mature awakening … a deep longing to connect with nature’s hidden mysteries. Yes, for many reasons, as with Brahms' trombones, we MUST have our Bach “C MINORS” every now and then! 

Jul. 17th, 2008

Outside on the Deck darker

PETER SCHICKELE


Onward and upward (or downward) to today's Musician/Composer's Birthday du Jour ~ Peter Schickele, born July 17, 1935 in Ames, Iowa.

The “onward” applies to Schickele (composer, musician, and author) recognized as one of the most versatile artists in the field of music. According to John Rockwell of The New York Times, "his works, now well in excess of 100 for symphony orchestras, choral groups, chamber ensembles, voice, movies and television, have given him a leading role in the ever-more-prominent school of American composers who unselfconsciously blend all levels of American music.”

The "downward" refers to his creation of PDQ Bach, making him America's premier classical music satirist of the past 40-years. For me, his creation of PDQ Bach in the mid-60s was unspeakable joy! [Not because I was ashamed to share such frivolity, but rather for the lack of words to describe such comedic relief.] I remember spending hours of laughter with each newly released "PDQ Bach" LP. As Dr. Schickele's web site states: "Imagine a world without cell phones, chocolate martinis and Paris Hilton. That’s what it was like in 1965, when the first public, above-ground, government-sanctioned (although not encouraged) P.D.Q. Bach concert took place." My favorite (and Swift's first Schickele album in the early 70s) was: PDQ Bach's "Half-Act Opera: The Stoned Guest" featuring The Orchestra of the University of Southern North Dakota at Hoople Heavy Opera Company under the direction of John Nelson; Marlene Kleinman, mezzanine soprano (Donna Ribalda, a high-born lady of the lowlands); Lorna Haywood, off-coloratura (Carmen Ghia, a woman of ailing repute); John Ferrante, bargain counter tenor (Don Octave, an itinerant nobleman) Bernice, houndentenor (Dog). And, how could I forget the "Amateur Musica Antiqua of Hoople"?

Thanks (and Happy Birthday) Professor Schickele for all your gifts of laughter (past, present, and yet to come)! 
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Jul. 14th, 2008

Outside on the Deck darker

Happy Bastille Day!

In honor of France (and continuing my theme of music quotations), I offer the following words by French author Jean Cocteau:

All good music resembles something. 
Good music stirs 
by its mysterious resemblance
to the objects and feelings which motivated it.

And, since I am of English ancestry, here are some words from Walter Pater, 19th century English essayist (also with a music motif):

All art constantly aspires towards the condition of music. 

Now, enjoy the day!

Jul. 13th, 2008

Recitalist Bob 2004

I Wish I Were A Tenor!


This was my baritone chant intoned many times while conducting choirs and coaching vocalists. I believe my tenor obsession began following the 1966 death of German operatic tenor, Fritz Wunderlich. I love the tenor German Lieder, French art songs, cantata and oratorio repertoire, English and Irish song ballads. I could go on and on.

And so, today as part of my Musician/Composer Birthday du Jour series, I honor tenor, Carlo Bergonzi. Born July 13, 1924 in Vidalenzo/Parma, Italy (the vicinity of Giuseppe Verdi’s hometown), Bergonzi was the most stylish Italian tenor to emerge since World War II, with the longest and most distinguished careers of any singer of the past sixty years.

Here’s a picture of Carlo Bergonzi: 

 
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Jul. 12th, 2008

TPR ... Tomato Progress Report

This is an update on Farmer Bob's tomato plants. 



Peggy Sue

4 Years and Counting!

Four years ago, I lost two of my dogs to the frailties of old age … Brittany (a 15 year old Springer Spaniel) on July 12th [this very date, actually], and Princess (a 14 year old Cocker Spaniel) on October 25. But, the day before Brittany died, I adopted a little black Cocker Spaniel. She was found by the Northern Virginia "Oldies But Goodies" cocker rescue agency, wandering the streets in Culpeper, Virginia following an obvious abandonment. Somehow, through this organization, little Peggy Sue found her way to my home. Today, I offer gratitude for Peggy Sue’s life as I remember Brittany's passing four years ago. 


 

Jul. 10th, 2008

Outside on the Deck darker

Why NOT to WORRY ...

This will be brief; I normally do not devote much time to the subject.  

WORRY ...

Worry pulls tomorrow's cloud 
over today's sunshine. 

Worry doesn't empty tomorrow of its problems;
it simply empties today of its strengths.

and WHAT TO DO ABOUT IT ... 

Some people think it is holding on that makes one strong;
sometimes it's letting go. 

Some people dream of being something; 
others stay awake and are!

Now ... ENJOY THE DAY !!! 

Jul. 9th, 2008

Bob after 1988 Concert

Ottorino Respighi, born July 9,1879

How good it is that today's Birthday Musician/Composer honoree is Ottorino Respighi. I remember a performance of Respighi's "Laud to the Nativity" in my previous position as organist-choirmaster prior to moving to DC in 1978. The choral masterpiece incorporates a text written by Jacopone de Todi, a 13th century Franciscan monk who had dedicated his life to writing praise poetry (laude) after the tragic loss of his pious wife. As with much of Respighi's symphonic compositions, "Laud to the Nativity" reaches into the past to include forms of madrigal, chant, and melodic forms similar to those of three hundred years earlier.

Ottorino Respighi was born in 1879 in Bologna, Italy, into a family of trained musicians. At the age of twelve he began his own formal musical education at the Liceo Musicale, where he studied for ten years, taking his diploma in violin performance. At the end of this period, he made summer visits to St. Petersburg, where he studied with Nicolay Rimsky-Korsakov. From there, he moved to Berlin and studied with Max Bruch. During these years, he was a performer as well as a composer, playing violin, viola, and piano. He finally settled down in Rome in 1913 to a life of composition and education. As an educator, he achieved the status of director of Santa Cecilia Conservatory from 1924 to 1926. He cut short his tenure there to pursue full-time his composition and performance career.

He was a prolific composer in a variety of genres. His works include eight operas, two ballets, thirteen symphonies, eight concerti, five choral works, and eleven pieces for chamber orchestra. Respighi bridged the past and the present with his great love and respect for older musical forms.

Happy Birthday, Ottorino!

Jul. 8th, 2008

Concert Publicity Photo

Louis W. Ballard


Following yesterday's resolve to continue my series, "Birthday Musician du Jour," I offer this journal entry in honor and memory of Louis W. Ballard (July 8, 1931 – February 9, 2007) a Native American composer, educator, author, artist, and journalist.


Jul. 7th, 2008

Outside on the Deck darker

Happy Birthday ... Gian Carlo Menotti


Today, I find it difficult choosing a composer/musician born on July 7 for my Composer/Musician du Jour series. I also question my reasons for initiating this series in the first place. Ultimately, I turned to this “Music-Lover’s Birthday Book.” It lists three birthday candidates for today: Gustav Mahler (to whom my June 25th entry was dedicated), Ringo Starr (to whom I’ll give others the honor of reflection), and Gian Carlo Menotti (now THERE'S my subject for today!).

I must post something regarding Menotti, born in 1911 and died a year ago this February. As a church musician, how can I not acknowledge the impact of “Amahl and The Night Visitors” in my Christmas (Epiphany) memories? I remember playing the accompaniment for the classic work in church (and stage) settings, as well as enjoying performances of “The Telephone” (and others) while at the conservatory. Mr. Menotti ... you gifted us immeasurably!

Now, back to my questioning the validity of this series:
I believe I am more informed of (and receptive to) the gifts and graces of composers and performers as a result of these posts. May we all stretch our horizons to encompass the beauty of grandiose art. I'll continue the series; it's the least I can do! 

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Jul. 6th, 2008

Christmas Processional

AN AWAKENING ANAMNESIS ... A Eucharistic Encounter


Christ has died!
Christ is risen!
Christ will come again!”

How do you say these words of memorial acclamation? Do you change your inflection daily, depending on your mood du jour? Is there a correct emphasis to be applied when affirming our faith? Perhaps we could simply intone “CHRIST has died! CHRIST is risen! CHRIST will come again!” That’s always safe, right? Or, should our focus be on the words: has…is…will ––or— died…risen…come again?

This morning during the Great Thanksgiving, I wonder what vocal inflections the celebrant will use. I employ my upper registers (head tones) while coloring the action verbs and word painting the tenses. Grammatically, I substitute the exclamation points with semicolons in my quandary of punctuated proclamation and triptych solidarity. I shout forth the name of Christ, while remembering the past, experiencing the present, and anticipating the future.  

Remembering ... 
What if I couldn’t remember?
What if I lost my memory of Christ?
What if I suffered amnesia of grace?

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