I didn’t post for #CreativeMay over the weekend, but I have ben spending some time working on the structural plan for the new piece entoptic landscape as well as, finally, confirming all of the musicians.
I’ve already posted the score layout. The next step was to transpose the structural plan…
My newest choral piece, imagined community, will be performed on Wednesday in Leicester by Humberstone Choral Society. This piece was commissioned by conductor and choral director Motje Wolf. The details of the concert can be found here. The piece has two versions: one with fixed notation,…
In more positive news, I am working on composition ideas. At the moment I’m exploring a notation idea I’ve had an idea of for a while. It involves blocks of visual information. I used to have a recurring dream about discovering ancient stone tablets with musical scores painted on them. The ideas I’m developing are inspired both by that dream and by the cartouches used in hieroglyphics, which I know little about really. At the moment I’m just trying to figure out how my system will work and how the blocks will interact, while also thinking about what the piece itself will be! If a pieces comes out of this, I hope to perform it at the concerts I’m organising on August 3rd in Croydon. Details and tickets are here: http://www.wegottickets.com/event/221002
“I mean, when have you EVER met a smart woman?”
Another day at work. Kill me now. Or him. Send a smart woman to kill him in a particularly cunning way. She should use maps and driving skills and maybe open some jars just for shits and giggles
I never get tired of this photo.
Ella Fitzgerald was not allowed to play at Mocambo because of her race. Then, one of Ella’s biggest fans made a telephone call that quite possibly changed the path of her career for good. Here, Ella tells the story of how Marilyn Monroe changed her life:
“I owe Marilyn Monroe a real debt… she personally called the owner of the Mocambo, and told him she wanted me booked immediately, and if he would do it, she would take a front table every night. She told him – and it was true, due to Marilyn’s superstar status – that the press would go wild. The owner said yes, and Marilyn was there, front table, every night. The press went overboard. After that, I never had to play a small jazz club again. She was an unusual woman – a little ahead of her times. And she didn’t know it.”
This morning I decided that I needed a project to organise my work for the rest of this month. The main reason for this is that although I’m not short of work I’ve been finding myself short of motivation. An undesirable consequence of precarious employment is that I’m currently homeless and in…
Please read this post. It’s important to understand just how precarious academic/creative life can be, especially in a society which seems increasingly doubtful of the worth of such occupations. There’s a lot more I would like to say, but it would take more time than I have right now and really the main point is that you should all read and share this