If you think, "I breathe," the "I" is extra. There is no you to say "I." What we call "I" is just a swinging door which moves when we inhale or when we exhale.
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READIN
READIN started out as a place for me
to keep track of what I am reading, and to learn (slowly, slowly)
how to design a web site.
There has been some mission drift
here and there, but in general that's still what it is. Some of
the main things I write about here are
reading books,
listening to (and playing) music, and
watching the movies. Also I write about the
work I do with my hands and with my head; and of course about bringing up Sylvia.
The site is a bit of a work in progress. New features will come on-line now and then; and you will occasionally get error messages in place of the blog, for the forseeable future. Cut me some slack, I'm just doing it for fun! And if you see an error message you think I should know about, please drop me a line. READIN source code is PHP and CSS, and available on request, in case you want to see how it works.
See my reading list for what I'm interested in this year.
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Still not perfect -- there are some missed entrances, the fiddle solo lags in places, I still don't have any decent recording equipment -- but this is totally on track for what I want to sound like. Something I am really happy about is the variation in meter from verse to verse -- I was able to work out occasionally inserting an extra measure in key places and I think it came out really well. The drones are a little annoying without a fiddle on top of them but I just didn't want to try that right now. Maybe another day.
posted afternoon of December 26th, 2007: Respond ➳ More posts about Fiddling
Tuesday, December 25th, 2007
The rather silly Pied Piper of Hamelin video, with rhyming dialogue, was made worthwhile by the lovely actors and by Sylvia's observation that "If this were a play, Emma [the stage rat from Moominsummer Madness] would say 'It's all wrong.'"
I'm loving Saramago's style of writing dialogue without yet totally getting it -- it draws me in and hypnotizes me, but I sometimes find myself struggling in mid-paragraph to track who is saying what. The characters are always threatening to sound like automata, I think in part because of this clipped, almost dismissive rendering of their speech; but in small ways their humanity comes through.
Yes! I have figured out my rhythm problems in "Ballad of Hollis Brown". Turns out I've been trying to play it all this time in 4/4 time when the fiddle part I am trying to write is actually in 2/4. I've totally got it now, I am working on the transcription and will be posting it soon.
(Note: I play a very nice version on my guitar that is definitely a 4/4 song and sounds very dirgelike, which is pretty appropriate for this song. The fiddle version is going to be more rocking. But I guess there is room for that too.)
posted evening of December 25th, 2007: Respond ➳ More posts about Music
At the pedestrian crossing the sign of a green man lit up. The people who were waiting began to cross the road, stepping on the white stripes painted on the black surface of the asphalt, there is nothing less like a zebra, however, that is what it is called.
This is a promising start to Blindness -- the descriptive language, the comic timing. Also the final line of the first chapter is very nice: "That night the blind man dreamt he was blind."
It will take a little while to really get into the rhythm of the dialogue -- I'm reminded of how it takes some time to get into the groove reading Gaddis.
Spare yourself and don't listen to this one -- very rough. It is a favorite song of mine though, I want to keep working on it. The idea is to integrate the voice with the viola, and have a dialog between the voice and the violin.
Update: see take 2 for the working version. Much better, cleaner, more successful.
So strange: a package arrived in the mail, addressed to me, from Lark in the Morning music, a shop of which I have not thought for a long time. I'm pretty sure the last thing I ever bought there was my concertina, in 1985 or so. In the package is an ocarina and a book of tunes, and no information about who sent it. My first two ideas, my father and my uncle John, are both wrong. So, I've got an ocarina. Thanks, whoever sent it! I'm no good with wind instruments. But maybe Sylvia or Ellen will pick it up.
Update: Mystery solved! It is a gift for Sylvia, from her aunt and uncle.
posted evening of December 24th, 2007: Respond ➳ More posts about Sylvia
Merry Xmas, everyone, John Quays and otherwise! Full moon tonight -- I wanted to take a picture because it was pretty gorgeous; but alas the camera's batteries were dead. By the time I got home and got new batteries the moon was behind a cloud and no longer low on the horizon and orange. But I'll take a look later on.
This is awesome! Every day I am coming up with a new fiddle part. I worked this out on viola just now: ABC format, PDF. Might record it tonight, maybe tomorrow. Those 8-beat drones at the end of each line will have violin on top of them. (This is the first transcription I have done directly into C clef.)
In the sober light of morning: This transcription is way wrong. The part sounds pretty sweet, and I'm going to try recording it; but the notation does not correctly tell how to play it. So don't rely on it.
Update: See the new post for a better transcription.
