{"id":5564,"date":"2017-04-21T17:16:51","date_gmt":"2017-04-21T17:16:51","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/michaelwinn.org\/?p=5564"},"modified":"2017-07-24T18:29:57","modified_gmt":"2017-07-24T18:29:57","slug":"where-music-anticipates-the-action-and-vv","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/michaelwinn.org\/tu-maltido-amor\/2017\/04\/21\/where-music-anticipates-the-action-and-vv\/","title":{"rendered":"Where music anticipates the action and v v:"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>IN CONSIDERATION:<\/p>\n<p>In the morning after I&#8217;d heard a performance of the Barber Violin Concerto performed by San Diego Youth Symphony, I began to create <em>In Consideration of Samuel Barber&#8217;s  Opus 14<\/em>; It&#8217;s a condensed concerto in sonata form featuring a solo violin, a piano and an orchestral chamber quartet. These links show the progression of the piece.<\/p>\n<p>Version 1a is the first sketch of In Consideration:<\/p>\n<p><iframe loading=\"lazy\" width=\"100%\" height=\"450\" scrolling=\"no\" frameborder=\"no\" src=\"https:\/\/w.soundcloud.com\/player\/?url=https%3A\/\/api.soundcloud.com\/tracks\/332136989&amp;auto_play=false&amp;hide_related=false&amp;show_comments=true&amp;show_user=true&amp;show_reposts=false&amp;visual=true\"><\/iframe><\/p>\n<p>Version 2A moves in the opposite direction from 1a, into an arrangement that views the symphony as an &#8220;orchestral instrument&#8221; in the manner of Wagner, Ives and Messiaen, incorporating a Brahmsish lyricism, but maintaining a metallic independence from conventional harmony&#8230;like a Rodin miniature&#8230;enjoyably complex.<\/p>\n<p><iframe loading=\"lazy\" width=\"100%\" height=\"450\" scrolling=\"no\" frameborder=\"no\" src=\"https:\/\/w.soundcloud.com\/player\/?url=https%3A\/\/api.soundcloud.com\/tracks\/331468407&amp;auto_play=false&amp;hide_related=false&amp;show_comments=true&amp;show_user=true&amp;show_reposts=false&amp;visual=true\"><\/iframe>><\/p>\n<p>Version 2C returns to the chamber concerto.<\/p>\n<p><iframe loading=\"lazy\" width=\"100%\" height=\"450\" scrolling=\"no\" frameborder=\"no\" src=\"https:\/\/w.soundcloud.com\/player\/?url=https%3A\/\/api.soundcloud.com\/tracks\/332135936&amp;auto_play=false&amp;hide_related=false&amp;show_comments=true&amp;show_user=true&amp;show_reposts=false&amp;visual=true\"><\/iframe><\/p>\n<p>Version 3A adds a vamp to the introduction:<\/p>\n<p><iframe loading=\"lazy\" width=\"100%\" height=\"450\" scrolling=\"no\" frameborder=\"no\" src=\"https:\/\/w.soundcloud.com\/player\/?url=https%3A\/\/api.soundcloud.com\/tracks\/332532228&amp;auto_play=false&amp;hide_related=false&amp;show_comments=true&amp;show_user=true&amp;show_reposts=false&amp;visual=true\"><\/iframe><\/p>\n<p>Version 3B is the culminating work for scoring.<\/p>\n<p><iframe loading=\"lazy\" width=\"100%\" height=\"450\" scrolling=\"no\" frameborder=\"no\" src=\"https:\/\/w.soundcloud.com\/player\/?url=https%3A\/\/api.soundcloud.com\/tracks\/332738050&amp;auto_play=false&amp;hide_related=false&amp;show_comments=true&amp;show_user=true&amp;show_reposts=false&amp;visual=true\"><\/iframe><\/p>\n<p>Marriage of sound and visual imagery in cinema intends to add something that is not verisimilitude and music&#8217;s often a bullshit flag, as if in apology for a gap in the viewer&#8217;s following, during which the dream we call,\u00a0reality, \u00a0flickers behind a transparent screen. An enchanting\u00a0musical narrative is another matter. \u00a0The literal\u00a0story suspends as music transfixes experience beneath rational cognition, as, when\u00a0approaching a Turner painting, you feel awakened, aware:<\/p>\n<p><iframe loading=\"lazy\" width=\"100%\" height=\"450\" scrolling=\"no\" frameborder=\"no\" src=\"https:\/\/w.soundcloud.com\/player\/?url=https%3A\/\/api.soundcloud.com\/tracks\/334275745&amp;auto_play=false&amp;hide_related=false&amp;show_comments=true&amp;show_user=true&amp;show_reposts=false&amp;visual=true\"><\/iframe><\/p>\n<figure id=\"attachment_5599\" aria-describedby=\"caption-attachment-5599\" style=\"width: 1280px\" class=\"wp-caption aligncenter\"><a href=\"http:\/\/michaelwinn.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/04\/Slave-ship.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"size-full wp-image-5599\" src=\"http:\/\/michaelwinn.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/04\/Slave-ship.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"1280\" height=\"961\" srcset=\"https:\/\/michaelwinn.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/04\/Slave-ship.jpg 1280w, https:\/\/michaelwinn.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/04\/Slave-ship-170x128.jpg 170w, https:\/\/michaelwinn.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/04\/Slave-ship-375x282.jpg 375w, https:\/\/michaelwinn.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/04\/Slave-ship-768x577.jpg 768w, https:\/\/michaelwinn.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/04\/Slave-ship-1024x769.jpg 1024w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 1280px) 100vw, 1280px\" \/><\/a><figcaption id=\"caption-attachment-5599\" class=\"wp-caption-text\">JMW Turner &#8211; The Slave Ship (1840) Boston Art Museum<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n<p>ULYSSES<\/p>\n<p>I know no greater bliss than following a good story. Immersion in a story feels as good to me as swimming laps. I like reading stories. Music is a narrative language; the following link is to a composition I composed for a ballet based on the story by Irish novelist, James Joyce.<\/p>\n<p><iframe loading=\"lazy\" width=\"100%\" height=\"450\" scrolling=\"no\" frameborder=\"no\" src=\"https:\/\/w.soundcloud.com\/player\/?url=https%3A\/\/api.soundcloud.com\/tracks\/330079803&amp;auto_play=false&amp;hide_related=false&amp;show_comments=true&amp;show_user=true&amp;show_reposts=false&amp;visual=true\"><\/iframe> <\/p>\n<figure id=\"attachment_5578\" aria-describedby=\"caption-attachment-5578\" style=\"width: 1976px\" class=\"wp-caption aligncenter\"><a href=\"http:\/\/michaelwinn.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/04\/gunther-1.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"size-full wp-image-5578\" src=\"http:\/\/michaelwinn.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/04\/gunther-1.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"1976\" height=\"1580\" srcset=\"https:\/\/michaelwinn.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/04\/gunther-1.jpg 1976w, https:\/\/michaelwinn.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/04\/gunther-1-170x136.jpg 170w, https:\/\/michaelwinn.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/04\/gunther-1-375x300.jpg 375w, https:\/\/michaelwinn.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/04\/gunther-1-768x614.jpg 768w, https:\/\/michaelwinn.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/04\/gunther-1-1024x819.jpg 1024w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 1976px) 100vw, 1976px\" \/><\/a><figcaption id=\"caption-attachment-5578\" class=\"wp-caption-text\">Gunther Grass, Venice Beach, CA 1967<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n<p>I had a dog&#8211;a German Shepherd named, Gunther, after Gunther Grass, who wrote <em>Dog Years\u00a0<\/em>,\u00a0<em>The Tin Drum<\/em> and Flounder and other things I&#8217;ve liked.<\/p>\n<p>We were tight, Gunther and I, and he was tight with anyone I trusted, which was cool, since we only hang out with people we trust and strangers of all species are sometimes astonishing examples of living energy. Anne, Larry and I moved\u00a0to Canada during the Nixon years, into a very old country home in an idyllic country village called, Whitevale, a place like I imagine, Turgenev living, in the country near Petersburg, with a human culture like Lowick, a venue like Elliott&#8217;s <em>Middlemarch.<\/em><\/p>\n<p>Gunther and I walked everyday in an unkempt old oak forest surrounding,the tiny village \u00a0of farm houses clustered around a mill race produced by a little concrete dam on a small creek. While I snapped pictures for imagined tales, Gunther hunted birds and rodents. We&#8217;d learned to do this first on Venice Beach, before we left to make the first film in Puerto Rico, then in woods on the Hudson near Peekskill, then by Lake Simcoe in Barrie, Ontario, where Anne conceived our daughter, Liberty. We moved about the forest in sync, using that sense humans communicate with other species (and sometimes humans, too, if we&#8217;re listening).<\/p>\n<p>One day, Larry, said \u00a0he wanted a cat. I was dubious. When he was a puppy, Gunther had been attacked by a cat. Larry said cats, like people, are individuals. Anne voted for the cat. The next day, a kitten arrived (music cue). Gunther&#8217;s eyebrows standing like soldiers.<\/p>\n<p>On my knees on the forgivingly deep, dark green carpeting in our living room in Whitevale: rich dark cherry paneled walls and ceiling joined with moldings in the fashion of Victorian Europe, we formed a little triangle before a nearly lifesize photographic print of a giraffe on the South African Velt that covered the North wall, Gunther, the kitten, reluctantly trusting my judgment and I we having a straight conversation. Looking into Gunther\u2019s alert, darkly attentive eyes, I said, \u201cthis is our cat, Gunther. He lives here, don\u2019t mess with him. Got it? He\u2019s our brother.\u201d Gunther looked once at the cat, then at me and I distinctly heard, \u201cGot it. Our cat. Trust me.\u201d Gunther and the cat walked out the front door to dominate the village and got into trouble with some stupid ducks our neighbor kept.\ufffc<\/p>\n<figure id=\"attachment_5568\" aria-describedby=\"caption-attachment-5568\" style=\"width: 1793px\" class=\"wp-caption aligncenter\"><a href=\"http:\/\/michaelwinn.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/04\/Dimples-Sleeps.png\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"size-full wp-image-5568\" src=\"http:\/\/michaelwinn.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/04\/Dimples-Sleeps.png\" alt=\"\" width=\"1793\" height=\"1218\" srcset=\"https:\/\/michaelwinn.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/04\/Dimples-Sleeps.png 1793w, https:\/\/michaelwinn.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/04\/Dimples-Sleeps-170x115.png 170w, https:\/\/michaelwinn.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/04\/Dimples-Sleeps-375x255.png 375w, https:\/\/michaelwinn.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/04\/Dimples-Sleeps-768x522.png 768w, https:\/\/michaelwinn.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/04\/Dimples-Sleeps-1024x696.png 1024w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 1793px) 100vw, 1793px\" \/><\/a><figcaption id=\"caption-attachment-5568\" class=\"wp-caption-text\">Dimples, Del Mar, 1990<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n<p>Composing is a persistent mistress. Anything by Debussy will work with media, if the media is worth the time to watch. Media follows the narrative of the music, as \u00a0the editor adjusts continuity in \u00a0complimentary and conflicting tempi and timbre. Visual editing is analogous to composing. There are only 16mm film versions of some of my films that I need to digitize to post here.<\/p>\n<p>Gunther was single-minded in his desire. We spent a winter in a small house in the Tudor style in the village of Crompond, which had been designed in the early 1900s as an intentional community near Peekskill, in Westchester County, New York, which is located about an hour north of NYC by car along the Taconic Parkway.<\/p>\n<p>In accordance with the philosophy of the Crompond founders, fences are not permitted since this division of property isn&#8217;t consistent with the philosophy of shared public space. The visual impact is both practical and aesthetically pleasing. However, Gunther fell in love with a neighbor&#8217;s champion Collie. \u00a0Twice each day, when the neighbor and the collie walked between our houses, Gunther stood by the window over-looking the snow blanketed commons, and sang a cappella, his full-throated desire.<\/p>\n<p>Anne, Larry and I went into the city (NY) for a concert on evening, leaving Gunther at home and\u00a0 when we returned a few hours later, we found Gunther outside the house. HIs right wrist was injured. Inside, the house was freezing. We found one of the windows in a bedroom on the second story had been open. When we learned the next day from our neighbor that Gunther had mounted their collie, we realized that Gunther has opened the window and leaped out while the neighbor was walking that evening. Our offer\u00a0of paternal responsibility was unimportant to the neighbor, who was deeply offended, not by the outrage but as if the coupling was a stain on her thoroughbred status, like Zeus discovering Poseidon&#8217;s rape of Aphrodite.<\/p>\n<figure id=\"attachment_5569\" aria-describedby=\"caption-attachment-5569\" style=\"width: 878px\" class=\"wp-caption aligncenter\"><a href=\"http:\/\/michaelwinn.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/04\/Bear-and-me-Del-Mar.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"size-full wp-image-5569\" src=\"http:\/\/michaelwinn.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/04\/Bear-and-me-Del-Mar.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"878\" height=\"824\" srcset=\"https:\/\/michaelwinn.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/04\/Bear-and-me-Del-Mar.jpg 878w, https:\/\/michaelwinn.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/04\/Bear-and-me-Del-Mar-170x160.jpg 170w, https:\/\/michaelwinn.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/04\/Bear-and-me-Del-Mar-373x350.jpg 373w, https:\/\/michaelwinn.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/04\/Bear-and-me-Del-Mar-768x721.jpg 768w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 878px) 100vw, 878px\" \/><\/a><figcaption id=\"caption-attachment-5569\" class=\"wp-caption-text\">Bear, Del Mar, 1994<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n<p>\ufffc<br \/>\nOther than this sexual impetuosity, Gunther was by every other standard, perfect. When we lived in Venice and Barrie, children came by to &#8220;borrow&#8221; him for games of ball and tug of war. When he died, I\u00a0dug a hole for Gunther&#8217;s earthly remains in Auge Tau Andersen&#8217;s backyard (pronounced, oh-wuh). It was a symbolic ritual since Auge told me he planned a pond where I dug the grave. I couldn&#8217;t explain.\u00a0Auge handed me a shovel and from time to time, came out with\u00a0a glass of iced tea, while the pit and I descended, deeper and deeper, until, at last, peering down into the hole, he said, &#8220;don&#8217;t you think this is deep enough, Michael?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>Many years passed before I was willing to expose myself to this kind of vulnerability. I was living in a little house near the beach in\u00a0Del Mar and I acquired a Pomeranian that grew and grew and grew and grew some more to be all of twenty-five strapping pounds, a bundle of reddish fur with a blond mane. When I had a similar conversation with Bear about another cat I admired, Bear rolled \u00a0his upper lip above his nose, glared at me and snarled, \u201cnot on my watch, dude.\u201d So we worked it out Bear&#8217;s way. I learned humility from Bear.<\/p>\n<p>Waltz time.<\/p>\n<p><iframe loading=\"lazy\" width=\"100%\" height=\"450\" scrolling=\"no\" frameborder=\"no\" src=\"https:\/\/w.soundcloud.com\/player\/?url=https%3A\/\/api.soundcloud.com\/tracks\/334606896&amp;auto_play=false&amp;hide_related=false&amp;show_comments=true&amp;show_user=true&amp;show_reposts=false&amp;visual=true\"><\/iframe><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>IN CONSIDERATION: In the morning after I&#8217;d heard a performance of the Barber Violin Concerto performed by San Diego Youth Symphony, I began to create In Consideration of Samuel Barber&#8217;s Opus 14; It&#8217;s a condensed concerto in sonata form featuring a solo violin, a piano and an orchestral chamber quartet. These links show the progression &hellip; <a href=\"https:\/\/michaelwinn.org\/tu-maltido-amor\/2017\/04\/21\/where-music-anticipates-the-action-and-vv\/\" class=\"more-link\">Continue reading <span class=\"screen-reader-text\">Where music anticipates the action and v v:<\/span> <span class=\"meta-nav\">&rarr;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-5564","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/michaelwinn.org\/tu-maltido-amor\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5564","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/michaelwinn.org\/tu-maltido-amor\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/michaelwinn.org\/tu-maltido-amor\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/michaelwinn.org\/tu-maltido-amor\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/michaelwinn.org\/tu-maltido-amor\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=5564"}],"version-history":[{"count":60,"href":"https:\/\/michaelwinn.org\/tu-maltido-amor\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5564\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":5640,"href":"https:\/\/michaelwinn.org\/tu-maltido-amor\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5564\/revisions\/5640"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/michaelwinn.org\/tu-maltido-amor\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=5564"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/michaelwinn.org\/tu-maltido-amor\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=5564"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/michaelwinn.org\/tu-maltido-amor\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=5564"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}