Whistle while I work!
Today in my studio I am listening to Beethoven’s…
Piano Sonata No. 14 in C Sharp Minor, Op. 27, No. 2, Moonlight: III. Presto.
My Mom used to play this when I was younger and you could hear it outside while I played with my friends in the front-yard. And it was quite awesome to hear when I would ride my bike up the sidewalk on a warm summer evening. This was one of my favorites. I liked how dark, desperate and angry it sounded. The intensity was often overwhelming for me. Especially watching and listening my mother perform it. I always tried to be quiet when I came in the front door while she was playing this because I didn’t want to disrupt her, but I also wanted to see her play it. Sometimes I would cry walking down the hallway and yet had no idea why. I’m not sure she ever knew, but since she reads this, she does now. I think after you listen to the sample it may make more sense. Or not, and I was just loosely glued together all the while.
In my own piano lessons of 9 years, I always wanted to play like she did (and as fast of course—-well than practice you moron). She (my mom) was a smart lady not to be my teacher (I would not have treated it like a serious thing I feel) I took lessons from a lady down the street who was quite strict, but taught me a lot. Her piano room was in this all glass room with a bust of (ironically) Beethoven, I believe, in the corner staring at me and making me incredibly nervous….
She sort of was a stick in the mud, and was all about the classics, but when you are young, you just want to play popular stuff. I’m glad now that I had the classical training even though at the time, I just wanted to rock out like Jerry Lee Lewis…
…and since we were entering the 80’s, play Chariots of Fire.
(what? why? thank GOD she said no…..)
So today I am revisiting it performed by Alfred Brendel (not this midi version, that is just for viewer sampling only). His version is pretty stinkin’ amazing. And oddly enough, facilitating a great deal of progress over here in my studio. Thank you Alfred.
The imaginary neysaying jerkholes that show up blocking my studio door were in their positions, but I put this on and they went away. Crazy creative idea people floated in after. Hello crazy idea people. You might be crazy, but at least you are far more productive than the jerks that were here before. I also burned sage. Yes, I am THAT kind of person. Deal. And save your obvious jokes about “the bundle”. (although oddly enough it DOES smell like that…)
August 27, 2008 |
I feel I must point out…
A couple things for today besides my fume being kidnapped, SORRY, hijacked…
1-Do not sing and act out the song you are singing while doing your collage, razor blade in hand. No, everything is fine here and nobody had an accident, but I realized what I was doing and decided that there was no possible way I could show up at the emergency room with a reasonable explanation for something that would probably need stitches, so I abruptly stopped it.
Dr: Now….you were doing what again?
C: I was singing to ABBA. And painting and doing my collage at the same time.
(pause)
(crickets)
(blinking)
C: I’m in a band…uh…too….
Dr: OH! Do you sing ABBA in it?
C: No. We sing all originals. That nobody knows.Or cares about. All they want to hear is Free Bird and something by the Eagles.
2-I’ll be “singing” tonight again at The High Noon Saloon, and I’m not sure how its gonna go because I have a stuffed up nose that I suspect was brought on by something dying in the air. As I get a little older, I suspect I may have allergies. My friend’s birthday is tomorrow and it was requested that me singing “Our Lips Are Sealed” would make this person’s birthday happy and complete. I suggested chocolate cake and paying for dinner, but it was insisted this is what they wanted. I’m quite flattered but also quite confused.
Here’s to hoping my band plays out someday soon.
I miss it.
August 26, 2008 |
I just have to share…
This morning, when I checked my email, Claudian Wonyun sent me a very important alert (so glad she did too):
Subject: We have hijacked your baby
Hey We have hijacked your baby but you must pay once to us $50 000. The details we will send later…
We has attached photo of your fume
Oh, where to start. Did they really send this out hoping to get 50 grand? Is it working? Must be, ‘cuz I’m thinking about forking it over to get my baby fume back. I was wondering where my baby fume was this morning, but now I know it was hijacked. But rest assured the exact details of how it all went down are being sent later, so I guess I will just go ahead and send over a check. After all “they has” a photo of it.
What, you think that if I unzip the attachment I might get a virus on my computer or privy me to some hot porn? No! There is an honest to goodness pix of my fume in there.
August 26, 2008 |
