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Sean has found a few weblogs with connections to our mutual alma mater, Wartburg College in Iowa. (So named for the castle where Martin Luther holed up while on the run from Pancho Villa, where he spent his days translating Shakespeare from the original Klingon.) I’m thinking, there have got to be more Wartburg bloggers than that! Well, it’s not a weblog per se, but here is a current Wartburg student who is also, apparently, a published fantasy author. This makes me think that while I was sitting around campus occasionally thinking it might be cool to write a fantasy book someday, this woman has actually done so. Consequently, she is published and here I am, ten years after graduating, still working on that first book. There’s a lesson here, probably, but I’ll need to drink some coffee before I can identify it properly.

(Sean notes that we weren’t friends then. We weren’t mortal enemies, either, lest anyone be wondering! We were both philosophy majors, and thus shared a lot of classes. I recall not understanding much of what Sean said during that period…but then, during my college years, “understanding” wasn’t a particular strength of mine. “Pig-headed opinionation”, though, was something I had in vast quantity. Ho hum….)

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PROGRAM MUSIC, part two.

I previously argued (a month ago, it turns out — sorry for the delay in getting back to this) why I don’t believe that music has any direct link with visual imagery, separate from “the power of suggestion” contained within a title or a work’s general use. So, the attentive reader might wonder, if there is no necessary link between the visuals in a movie — say, Star Wars: A New Hope and the score by John Williams — then can it be that other music would have served to accompany the film’s story?

Well, yes. To a point.

For reasons I described in the earlier essay on program music, I don’t believe that a composer can actually evoke specific visual images through music alone. This is because the tools of music — notes, chords, instrumental timbres, and all the rest of it — are by their very nature abstract. The color green has a specific set of “real world” antecedents for us, owing to the fact that the vast majority of plants are green. So do blue, red, brown, and all the rest. An F-sharp, though, has no such real-world antecedent. We don’t wander through the world noting specific instances of F-sharps, or F-sharp major chords. A goose flying overhead, returning to Canada from someplace south, may happen to sound an F-sharp as it “honks”, but we don’t associate the F-sharp with that bird. The same thing happens with an entire chord, and even entire scale systems.

Consider a simple example, the descending major scale, in just two instances: the Christmas carol “Joy To The World”, and Richard Strauss’s Eine Alpensinfonie (“Alpine Symphony”). The carol’s “character” is one of festivity and religious joy, opening as it does with a grand statement of a descending major scale. The Strauss work, on the other hand, is a “program” work that purports to depict an entire day upon an Alpine peak. There’s a mysterious opening of descending minor scales, which are followed by a motif that stands for the mountain itself; then, after a long crescendo, the clouds part, so to speak, as the entire orchestra bursts forth with a huge and melodic statement founded on the same descending major scale. The image in the Strauss is not one of religious joy at the coming of the King of Kings, but suggestive of a great, towering mountain revealed in all its magnificence in the first full light of dawn. One musical device — a descending major scale — serves to illustrate two different emotional qualities, through differences in meter, tempo, orchestration, and all the other tools at the composer’s disposal.

Thus, it seems false to suggest that a descending major scale is, by itself, illustrative of anything at all. And this extends to other common musical assumptions as well, the most common being the belief that music in the major key sounds “happy” while music in the minor key sounds “sad”. This is simply not the case; there are hundreds of examples of major-key music that will make you weep. So it’s not up to the notes, or even the keys in which the notes fall, to convey emotion. (This stands in pretty stark contrast to what the Ancient Greeks believed, though; they insisted that specific keys, or “modes”, stood for specific character traits, and that playing the wrong “modes” could actually cause a deterioration of character – the first real example of music being said to corrupt the listeners, lest anyone think that particular charge is unique to those who attack rock-and-roll.)

Music, then, takes on its emotional characteristics — its artistic qualities — from the composer’s application of all of the various qualities at his or her disposal, which goes far beyond mere melody. Rachmaninov’s famous Variations of a Theme of Paganini, for example, shows us the possibilities in just one melody, and those possibilities are legion. We hear a march, a dance, a mysterious meditation, and — familiar to anyone who’s seen the film Somewhere In Time — a heartbreaking romance. Thus, the composer has to create a convincing work out of a plethora of different qualities in order to win us over and engage our emotions. All of those qualities, the tools in the composer’s box, are related to sound and tone, but they’re not synonymous with sound and tone.

What does this have to do, then, with film music? I’m getting there. Really. Sooner or later.

(Appendix: I wonder if music might have more specific emotive qualities to exceptionally gifted musicians. I’m thinking of the ones who have perfect pitch and who are very talented and notable. I seem to recall reading that D-minor was an important key to Mozart, and in the Georg Solti Memoirs I just finished, at one point Solti specifically cites A-Major as “the most brilliant of keys”. This is an area that I should probably research more, but I still suspect that what I discover wouldn’t affect my main thesis that music can only suggest certain emotions or relations of feeling, as opposed to specifically illustrating a particular visual element.)

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Patrick Nielsen Hayden takes exception to some book reviewer’s idea that the American Civil War was a “gentlemanly affair”.

Somehow, I don’t think that the phrase “What a gentleman!” was on the lips of the people of Georgia when Sherman came through their towns. And the Confederates got just as much blood on their hands. Even I know that much, and I’m far from knowledgable on the Civil War.

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Short Fiction Month ends this weekend, on Saturday, I believe. I’ve entered a bit of a dry spell in the last few days, reading some stories that I didn’t much like. As of right now, I have read 44 stories by 31 authors.

:: Maybe I’m just not reading the right Charles de Lint stories, but it seems that whenever I dip into his work, I find him sounding like…well, Neil Gaiman giving a sermon. I read his story “In the House of My Enemy”, and while I enjoyed it, I also found a tone of “preachy-ness” that I always seem to find in de Lint’s work. Weird. The Gaiman-esque urban weirdness is there, but so is the “moral lesson”. (I’m probably doing both Gaiman and de Lint a disservice by thusly comparing them; de Lint’s been around for years and Gaiman’s work encompasses a lot more than urban fantasy. I just can’t think of any other way to convey what I’m trying to say this morning.)

:: Last week I was at the library, and on the New Books shelf there was a collection that looked intriguing: Much Ado About Murder, which is a collection of mystery shorts inspired by or based upon Shakespeare. What’s not to like about that? Well, a story called “The Serpent’s Tooth” by P.C. Doherty, for one. This tale generates a murder mystery out of the Bard’s own death, and…well, it reads like a cross between an episode of Matlock and the “Who Shot Mr. Burns?” episode of The Simpsons. This thing was ghastly. I haven’t read anything else in the collection, and I’m not sure I intend to.

:: Just last night I corrected a major oversight of mine, for a guy who writes horror, among other things: I finally read “The Call of Cthulu”, by H.P. Lovecraft. It’s a classic, of course, and I don’t have much to say about it except to note that I loved the imagination and the imagery, but the subtly racist elements of the story were a bit squirmy, and Lovecraft’s prose several times threatened to boot me right out of the story.

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Embrace the Randomness!!!

:: Is there something goofed up with SiteMeter right now? It’s tracking my daily hits OK, but the “Visits This Week” counter has been stuck on the same total for several days now, which doesn’t seem possible. And the graph for Hits Per Month isn’t updating, either. Anyone else having problems?

:: Someone found Byzantium’s Shores by searching for “Philo Beddoe and Camelot”. Anyone care to tell me why anyone should expect to find those two items together? (Camelot is probably self-explanatory; Philo Beddoe is the name of Clint Eastwood’s character in Every Which Way But Loose.)

:: My triumvirate of leading ladies from the Golden Age of Hollywood, should anyone care, consists of Ingrid Bergman, Grace Kelly, and Deborah Kerr.

:: There are a couple of things I’d like to try, if I’m ever pluckish enough. First, I’d like to go into a Target dressed in a red shirt and khakis, and wander around until someone either asks me a question or attempts to give me direction. Then, I’d like to go into a Wal-Mart when they’re about to do that creepy cheer of theirs, and just when they finish it, shout “AFL-CIO!!!” just to see how many blue-vested managers I can send into coronary convulsions.

:: Aaron wants traffic. Well, you should start with linking other blogs and then visit those ones every day, so that they notice you in their referral logs. Then, some of them will (theoretically) link back. Other than that, I have no idea how traffic generates. It seems utterly capricious at times — I’ll write a post that I’m sure will at least generate some comments, if not get noticed by someone, but nada…and then I’ll do something else on a whim, and that generates traffic. Weird. (Of course, if Aaron links other blogs, then my ego-shot of seeing a blogroll that consists of me, and only me, will disappear. Woe….)

:: The Athlon Sports NFL preview magazine is out now, which makes me happy (although it seems a little early; I don’t recall seeing those mags out until July before). I usually get a couple of these magazines each year, Athlon’s being a given and the other being whichever strikes my fancy. I won’t do my own Football Preview post until just before the regular season kicks off, but Athlon predicts the Bills to finish third in the AFC East, and their Super Bowl prediction this year is the same as mine from last year (Eagles vs. Steelers). Oh, and on Page 30 there’s an article called “Tom Brady is the Devil”. (Just kidding, Sean!)

:: Some people are wimps. Today the mercury topped the 70-degree mark for the first time in, well, a while, and people already have their central air units fired up. Come on!

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I’d like to get indignant about the item pictured and linked below, but the thing is….a couple of times in college I had people ask for recommendations from my CD collection for just this reason. (I never suggested Mozart, though. I just don’t associate Mozart with any of this kind of thing, for some reason.)





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I don’t know if this is indicative of anything regarding the ever-shrinking American attention span and its effect on cultural events, but I just happened upon a PBS broadcast of a Cincinnati Symphony Orchestra concert (Cincy’s orchestra is a very fine ensemble), in which their music director, Paavo Jarvi, is conducting Tchaikovsky’s Fifth Symphony. The weird thing is that between the first and second movements, the program took a break for Jarvi to give some background on the second movement (which is one of the most gorgeous of all symphonic slow movements), including even quoting the main melody in part before returning to the concert hall for the actual performance. I’ve never seen this done before. If it helps people focus on Tchaikovsky’s music, then great, but still I wonder if this means we’ve reached the point where we can’t expect people to follow an entire 50-minute symphony anymore. What would they do for a performance of, say, Mahler’s Third?

(By the way: Cincinnati’s concert hall looks absolutely magnificent. If I have any readers from that neck of the woods, can anyone attest if it’s as beautiful as it looked in the few brief shots of the entire hall that were on the program?)

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Greg dares to speak ill of a Steven Spielberg movie. Luckily, he chooses The Lost World to pick on, which is fine because that movie really is bad. I still remember my shock that Spielberg had taken such a sabbatical after the triumph of Schindler’s List (which has a pretty-much permanent slot on my Top Five Movies of All Time list), and what he made when he returned from that sabbatical was The Lost World. Just a terrible, terrible movie that wastes some of my favorite actors. And the Junior Gymnast whose skills aren’t good enough to get her on the Gynnastics Team at school, but are sufficient to defeat a hungry velociraptor? Ugh! Ugh ugh ugh!!

(Actually, in terms of the ratio of pretention to actual delivery, I may dislike Saving Private Ryan even more than The Lost World, which nobody expected to be a great movie. But I digress.)

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