April 2010
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The Refined Specification - Summer 2009
1. Once Upon A Hilltop Tree [30] - waltz with too many chords
2. I Dipped My Hand Into A Pond [10] - mysterious
5/4:|D——|D——|D——|D——|G7—-|G7—-|
6/4:|Cm Cm F - D# D# |
5/4:|D——|D——|D——|D——|G7—-|G7—-|
6/4:|Cm Cm Bm - D#m D#m |
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The Original Stratification - Spring 2009
Water March
Running length: 10-20 minutes Approximate chord count: 100+ depending on part 6.
Working part titles and approximate (unique/new) chord counts: 1. Once Upon A Hilltop Tree [30] 2. I Dipped My Hand Into A Pond [10] 3. Tumbling Fantasias [10] 4. March Water [4] 5. A Little Bone To Be [3] 6. Life Is A Night At A Loud Hotel [unknown] 7. In Silvassa Or Heliopolis [1] 8. Circinus [8] 9....
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A Letter - Jan 30th, 2009
I’ve been wrestling with the dilemma of how poorly suited my music is to live performances. I’ve also been writing a new song that is both long and indirect, and thus far is music only for an acoustic guitar. I’m of the mind that this new song may well be what I play in concert this year, in addition to my stock repertoire. I haven’t yet taken the plunge of impractical...
March 2010
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The Rules Are Set, Fall of 2009 [draft]
I found within myself a determination and clarity of vision, new and unlike the self I’ve ever known before.
I picked up the guitar beside my turret-mat and began to strum out the first bit of music that came to mind. I was driven to find the beating heart of a good melody, to wrap my voice within the ascent and descent of every motive - the smallest unit of musical progression. And for...
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Advent, Fall of 2009 [draft]
I would have 3 days of solitude.
The house I lived in was shared with my parents; that is to say, they let me live there. It was a pleasant arrangement, as they were both extremely accommodating. I was allowed to make music freely, to play whatever and whenever I wanted, day or night. I was able to be loud and rambunctious, and follow my creative impulses however they manifested. But in spite of...
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Coda, Winter of 2008. [draft]
I had just penned the most expansive piece of music in my career. Lasting easily a quarter-hour top-to-bottom, it was a song of sections and subsections, overarching in a work that hewed closer to the structure of a classical composition than my more regularly modern works. Writing the piece had taken half a year, and with recording it had reached fruition, ready to be set down.
I called it...