On the cusp

Fall isn’t here yet, but we can certainly feel it knocking on the door. And I’m fine with that! Fall is my favorite time of year, followed by winter, and lately summer has been rising in my esteem. The summer that’s entering its final weeks was a particularly pleasant one, if my photos (many of which are still awaiting editing!) are any judge. There’s one big post about my day shooting around the City of Buffalo that’s still waiting in the wings…but for now, here’s my latest panorama of the Buffalo Niagara region as imaged from the sledding hill at Chestnut Ridge Park. Note that now you can see clearly the emerging superstructure of the next home of the Buffalo Bills, and between the cranes, on the horizon, the faint skyline of Niagara Falls, ON.

Bigger version here.

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Tone Poem Tuesday

Luigi Cherubini is a composer with whom I am almost completely unfamiliar, except by reputation…and that reputation is via the impressions left behind by another composer with whom I am very familiar. Unfortunately for Cherubini, that composer is Hector Berlioz, who found Cherubini a conservative and pedantic obstacle in his youthful efforts to pursue his own philosophies of music and composition during his time at the Paris Conservatoire.

Now, how accurate Berlioz’s feelings about Cherubini might have been is an open question, as frankly is how accurate Berlioz’s depictions of those feelings in his Memoirs might have been. It seems likely that the two were in fact in conflict, and that Cherubini did in fact find this young and arrogant composer-in-waiting too brash and his music too harsh and unfocused. Those charges are not entirely unfair, after all, when one has listened to the early output of Berlioz, and when one has read a bit about the details of his life.

Cherubini was essentially a classicist, living as he did during the shift from music’s Classical era into the Romantic, and he is one of those figures who is not performed a great deal today, perhaps a bit unfairly; if his music presents certain challenges to contemporary ears, there is still reward to be found within, as Cherubini’s Classical influence can still be detected in Berlioz, who for all his bombast still preferred a degree of balance in his eruptions (Berlioz loved Gluck, for example), and surely a composer shouldn’t be relegated to second-rate status if he was counted as an influence by the likes of Beethoven and Rossini.

Cherubini’s opera-ballet Anacreon premiered in 1803 (the year of Berlioz’s birth!), whereupon it was greeted with complete indifference. The work failed utterly, likely due to the story (about the love life of a Greek poet) being completely out of style at the time, and from what I can tell, the work was pretty much forgotten entirely until the 1970s when it was finally recorded. The overture, however, did survive, being praised by many composers (including Berlioz!) and basically being one of the few pieces to keep Cherubini’s name alive into the 21st century. The overture is thrilling and lyrical in the best “classical” way (meaning in the manner of the Classical era), and listening to it now I find myself slotting it, stylistically, into exactly where it goes: between, say, the overtures of The Magic Flute and Der Freischutz. Chronologically, that’s pretty much where it falls, too.

Here is the Overture to Anacreon by Luigi Cherubini.

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Seasons and their Reasons

The AFL-CIO Monument in Chestnut Ridge Park, Orchard Park, NY

It occurs to me that for most holidays, we always end up hearing a lot about how important it is to remember WHY the holiday exists. We’ve got multiple holidays now where we’re supposed to meditate on Freedom and The Troops, and don’t get me started on the cottage industry that surrounds Christmas with all manner of evangelical zeal nowadays…but how much do we ever hear about “the true meaning of Labor Day”? So maybe take a few minutes today to bone up on the life of Samuel Gompers, a guy who it seems to me maybe should be as well remembered as, say, Henry Ford.

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Something for Thursday

In honor of James Cameron’s 70th birthday–which was just a couple weeks ago–I’m going to share some selections from the scores to his movies over the next few weeks. I’ll start with my favorite Cameron film, the often overlooked The Abyss, which kinda-sorta takes Close Encounters of the Third Kind and puts it underwater, with some Cold War subtext and the paranoid military turned up to 11. It’s a riveting film that I haven’t seen in quite a few years, so maybe I should see if I can track it down…meanwhile, here is a short suite from the film’s score, by Alan Silvestri. And I’ll have more to say about Cameron over the next few weeks.

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Tone Poem Tuesday

Leonard Bernstein was born 106 years plus two days ago, on August 25, 1918. Oddly, I’ve never written much about him here, have I? I really should change that one of these days…maybe after I finally get Maestro off the “to-be-watched” queue…but for now, I feature a symphonic suite Bernstein culled from the score he wrote for the Eliz Kazan-Marlon Brando film On the Waterfront.

I’ve actually never seen On the Waterfront, for various reasons (I have to admit a distaste for Kazan owing to his naming names for HUAC, but mostly it’s that I’ve just never got ’round to it), but this symphonic suite is a fine work, pieced together into a single cohesive work from a score that Bernstein found frustrating to create: a film score is, by its nature, a subservient piece of music, and Bernstein was never one to easily suffer the pushing of music into the background. In his writings, Bernstein’s attitude toward film music does not seem to have been particularly positive, but his one attempt at film work resulted in a very fine American tone poem.

Here is the Symphonic Suite from On the Waterfront by Leonard Bernstein. 

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Memories of Twenty Years Ago

Twenty years ago, a drive to the hospital in the morning.

Twenty years ago, calling off work because it was time, the baby was on his way.

Twenty years ago, bright sunny skies over Buffalo.

Twenty years ago, a very long day of pain and struggle.

Twenty years ago, thinking, “At the end of this day, one set of dreams comes true and another starts.”

Twenty years ago…seeing them wheeling her into surgery prep, and being given ill-fitting scrubs to change into.

Twenty years ago, sitting again by her side while they did the Caesarian.

Twenty years ago, thinking, “This isn’t the way we wanted this to go, but we’ve been here before and we can do it again.”

Twenty years ago, sensing a change in the mood of the doctors as they extracted him from the womb.

Twenty years ago, wondering why he wasn’t crying yet.

Twenty years ago, hearing one of the doctors–the main one, maybe?–saying, “This isn’t good.”

Twenty years ago, looking at that other table and seeing them taking out the intubation tool and thinking, “I’ve watched enough ER that I know what that is. Why are they using that? What’s going on?”

Twenty years ago, waiting at her side while they did whatever it was they did to him and for him, someplace else in that giant building that was always too cold no matter where you were.

Twenty years ago, being taken upstairs finally to see him instead of him being brought to us.

Twenty years ago, meeting the NICU nurses for the first time.

Twenty years ago, wondering how they could hook all that stuff up to a human being that tiny.

Twenty years ago, wanting to know why he couldn’t cry.

Twenty years ago, seeing that new set of dreams stop before they could even start.

Twenty years ago, learning that life was somehow going to be more now about fighting than living.

Twenty years ago, starting the remainder of my life to wonder what could have been, who he might have been, what he might have become.

Twenty years ago, beginning an unbroken streak of asking “Why?” each and every day.

Twenty years ago, the first day of a life that lasted for 458 more.

Twenty years ago, our son.

Happy birthday, Quinn.

Where are you?

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Live, laugh, learn (or something like that): A Sunday Stealing quiz

Interesting format for this week’s Sunday Stealing: instead of a selection of questions, it’s a series of prompts. I’m going to try to do these in one sentence each. Let’s see how that works out, shall we?

Reveal yourself in 24 easy steps

I am not: the least bit interested in pulling the weeds out back that I’ve been neglecting for a while now, and I am really going to regret not doing it sooner.

I hurt: at really random times these days, which I suppose goes with being 53 and well into the time of life when the body just hurts sometimes, regardless of whether or not you actually did anything that could cause an injury.

I love: photography.

I hate: missing the shot entirely because I dilly-dallied and didn’t even get the camera up. An attempt that misfires is one thing, but not even attempting is just duh. (Well, my “one sentence per reply” thing didn’t last long, but hey, did anybody reading this think it would?)

I fear: the prospect of enough Americans rising up to defeat the current possibility for the country shooting itself in the foot, but those Americans not being geographically distributed in a way that allows them to win.

I hope: for a gigantic rejection of American conservatism in November.

I regret: the shot I missed last Tuesday. 

I cry: every time that goofball cropduster guy realizes he has to sacrifice himself to save the world in Independence Day. (Sheesh!)

I care: about the unfair nature of breed-specific dog legislation.

I always: fasten both straps on my overalls. The one-strap thing always feels weird on me, like there’s all this strange tugging and pulling when overalls shouldn’t do that, and I dunno, it feels kind of unfair to put all that responsibility for the structural integrity of one’s pants on a single shoulder strap and buckle-hook.

I long: to go back to Hawaii.

I listen: to The Wife. Or I try to. Not always successful, and this always gets pointed out when it happens.

I hide: the keys for my tool cabinet at work. I just have to.

I write: less than I used to, which is a little bit of a problem! I need to find the balance between the writing and the photography.

I miss: that one coworker who brought all kinds of weird joy to the party. I’m still in contact, but she left The Store several years ago.

I search: for good deals on vintage overalls and cool tops on a daily basis. I don’t buy much these days, but you never know!

I learn: by doing. I learn more from doing something once or twice than by watching it a hundred times.

I feel: like the world is trying to turn better? Like a series of better choices might be in the offing?

I know: way too much odd minutiae about Star Wars.

I want: a full-frame mirrorless camera with three or four lenses to use with it, and a week in Toronto or Honolulu to put it through its paces.

I worry: about what if the world isn’t trying to turn better.

I wish: for more wishes. Duh!

I have: a little black book with my poems in….

I give: zero shits about how good it is for me, I am not eating broccoli!

I wait: for a better day.

I need: more money, a house with a big enough room with bookshelves to allow single shelving of my books, a dozen pitties and maybe a few greyhounds too, and as it’s been a while, I probably need a pie in the face.

And that’s it!

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Something for Thursday

There is an orchestra in Prague that specializes in concert performances of film music. I did not know this! It is called, appropriately enough, the Prague Film Orchestra, and they have a YouTube that is loaded with their performances. Here is one of them: a bit of Ennio Morricone, from Once Upon a Time in the West. I don’t know much about this film at all, but I do know that the Morricone score for it is highly regarded, even among Morricone’s general output. The setting is also interesting for this performance: it looks like they literally set up camp on the set of a movie musical to perform this. 

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Take THAT, Home Depot!!!

Shopping for paint the other day for work, and I saw this. Yes, I laughed. I thought it wonderfully and subversively funny.

Somehow this would be a lot less funny at Lowe’s.

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Tone Poem Tuesday

I get asked all the time: “Hey, when you were a young musician, what was the first Sousa march you ever played?”

[RON HOWARD NARRATOR VOICE: This is false. Nobody asks him this.]

OK, fine, but anyway: when I was in 7th grade, and in the Junior High Band (consisting of 7th and 8th graders), we played a march by Sousa called The Free Lance. I assume that we played an arrangement for young players, but I may be wrong on that score. I don’t remember much of the music from the march at all, except for one segment halfway through which turns out to be notable because the march starts in one time signature, 6/8, and shifts to 2/4 halfway through. Also, the structure is slightly different, with three strains before the Trio.

The Free Lance March is a repurposing of melodies that Sousa wrote for an earlier operetta, also called The Free Lance. Sousa is known as a prolific composer of marches for wind band, but he was more prolific even than that: among his large non-march output were fifteen operettas, none of which are much heard today, but which were generally well-received in his lifetime. From what I’ve read, Sousa was influenced greatly by Gilbert and Sullivan, and he featured their music in his own concerts and even used some of their themes in his own marches and other works. While Sousa’s name lives on because of his marches, including the immortal Stars and Stripes Forever, he was a great deal more than that.

Here is The Free Lance March.

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