Listening to the Concerto in D Minor for Two Violins, BWV 1043, performed by Anne-Sophie Mutter and Salvatore Accord (English Chamber Orchestra).
Start to listen here at 20:02 m.
Last night I was reading Frances Fitzgerald’s Fire in the Lake:
The Vietnamese and the Americans in Vietnam
This afternoon I listened to a playlist I made
Of songs from the Vietnam War era
(Or, as the Vietnamese call it
The American War)
One of the songs I first heard in 1975
John Lennon and Yoko Ono’s Happy Xmas (War Is Over) Read the rest of this entry »
For years, I was obsessed with my mandolin. It was my travel companion–out of town, long walk, over night–I always had my trusty mandolin slung over my shoulder. It got worn down and weary looking, but it sounded bright every time I ran my hands over the wood and metal. A near perfect union.
I miss it. Ever since I played it at my mothers funeral, it won’t sing for me. It used to be I’d walk in the room and it’d wink and coax until I picked it up, like a persistent child raising its hands, wanting to be held. Now it’s an old piece of wood with a shadow over it. I try and play–but I always end up tossing it aside, upset. My mom wanted her sons to play “I’ll Fly Away” for her friends and family that day, as we did so many times by her bedside. It was a frequent request of hers those last months. I did not hesitate to oblige. In hindsight, I don’t know how I did it.
My banjo has no shadow over it, even though I played it for her just as much when she was sick, if not more, than the mandolin. But in that dark parting, it was the mandolin that accepted the burden of bringing that day to mind for years to come. Now my banjo is my best friend–I aspire to be the human equivalent of it: humble, goofy, nostalgic, playful, vaguely southern but in a welcoming way, happy and sad at the same time. We miss the elusive lady that made us a trio. She soaked up grief like a tired kitchen sponge. My old mandolin.
–Colin is taking my on-line class, Be in Love with yr Life. he is a student at Saint Louis University.
Courtney Barrett is wonderfully generous in sharing the wealth of her friendships! This past week, Andrea Scarpino graced us with her poetry. Here’s Courtney on this week’s friend who will share with us:
This week, you’re invited to join us for an evening of snacks, discussion, and music, as we welcome and express gratitude for the incredible Phil Cogley, as he tours the country doing the work he loves, work that is without question meaningful and valuable: “Music forges community, connects us to something larger, and helps solidify our identities as human beings.”
Philip Cogley, aka The Saturday Giant, makes no small contribution to the world. The Saturday Giant is the one-man art-rock band from Columbus, Ohio. Since 2010, The Saturday Giant has produced four releases, collaborated with technology conferences and performing arts groups, and given over 600 performances in 48 U.S. states. This innovative and compelling live show gives audiences a window into the songwriting process, as The Saturday Giant sculpts layers of guitars, drums, bass lines, beat boxing, keyboards and vocals into towering walls of sound, without the aid of prerecorded samples. Even while maintaining his rigorous touring schedule, The Saturday Giant is preparing his full-length debut for 2016. Read the rest of this entry »
On Tim Page, Glenn Gould: A Life in Pictures
This is a book in celebration of what would have been GG’s 70th birthday; it’s a short book, consisting overwhelmingly of photos of the eccentric, the genius all the time, the night-owl who worked till dawn, the despiser of concerts and touring, the glutton of weak tea, the telephoner sans pareil especially at odd early morning hours, the relationship control freak, the one whose Bach keyboard work on 10 CDs brought me out of the dark space of Mahler mourning that I had immersed myself in after the death of Mev.
Here is an example of a perfect sentence by Gould fan Tim Page: “No matter how one chose to define that extra, ur-Gouldian dimension—as expressive urgency, brainy intensity, spiritual seeking, nervous energy or some combination of all these and more—it was ever present in his best performances, which could have been by no other artist.”  And this one: “He was witty, kindly, energetic and intensely interested, and extended an instant camaraderie to anybody whose company, telephonic or otherwise, he enjoyed.”  Read the rest of this entry »
Glenn Gould, Goldberg Variations, Aria
Nusrat Fateh Ali Khan and Eddie Vedder, Face of Love
U2, All I Want Is You
Violeta Parra, Gracias a la Vida
Shakira, Ojos Así
Duke Ellington, Take the “A” Train
Bobby McFerrin, Don’t Worry Be Happy
David Bowie and Freddie Mercury, Under Pressure
Marvin Gaye, What’s Going On
Sinéad O’Connor, You Made Me the Thief of Your Heart
Mason Daring, Over the Moor to Maggie/ The Bucks of Oranmore
Sinéad O’Connor, Thank You for Hearing Me
Michael Nyman, The Heart Asks Pleasure First