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*dusts off woefully underused blog* So...Where to begin?

To whom it may concern:
I'm BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK!

Alright, now that THAT's over with...
I think it's good to be back. I have someone in particular to thank for it, and I've already done that, but thanks, again, Angel. I have a new prodigy under my wing (in both music and poetry), a new couple of stints as Guardian Angel, a new outlook on life, a revitalised faith, a new muse, and an increasingly more interesting life. It's good, overall. I'm still stressed as hell, and I'm taking it a lot slower in the whole 'writing' thing. I don't want to get burned out on it again.

Another semester, another year comes to a close, soon. Chemistry is almost finished (I had my last lab of anything, EVER, this past Monday), Music Theory is almost finished. I have about 3 semesters left 'till I graduate, and I'm now looking at Grad schools. I have it down to about 25, right now. This summer will consist of a lot of applications and emails.

I'm greatly looking forward to next semester. 10 classes, 17 hours, all music, except for my East Asian Philosophy class. I'll also, hopefully, be working almost full time, so extra income will be nice.

Next week (Sunday, May 1, 2005) is the season closer for the OU Symphony Orchestra. Combined with four (that's right, four) choral groups, we're presenting Guiseppi Verdi's Requiem mass. The night before is the Improv Ensemble concert, where we'll be tackling ANOTHER mammoth piece, Terry Riley's 'In C.' Here's the Wikipedia article on it:

'In C is an aleatoric musical piece composed by Terry Riley in 1964 for any number of unspecified performers, but preferably 35 or more. As its title suggests, it is in the key of C, the simplest key to perform on the piano. It is a response to the abstract academic serialist techniques used by composers in the mid-twentieth century and is often cited as the first minimalist composition.

In C consists of 53 short, numbered musical phrases; each phrase may be repeated an arbitrary number of times. Each musician has control over which phrase he or she plays: players are encouraged to play the phrases starting at different times, even if they are playing the same phrase. The performance directions state that the musical ensemble should try to stay within two to three phrases of each other. The phrases must be played in order, although some may be skipped. As detailed in some editions of the score, it is customary for one musician ("traditionally played by a beautiful girl," Riley notes) to play the note C (in octaves) in repeated eighth notes. This drone functions as a metronome and is referred to as "The Pulse."

In C has no set duration; performances can last as little as fifteen minutes or as long as several hours, although Riley indicates "performances normally average between 45 minutes and an hour and a half."

The piece begins on a C major chord (patterns one through seven) with a strong emphasis on the mediant E and the entrance of the note F which begins a series of slow progressions to other chords suggesting a few subtle and ambiguous changes of key, the last pattern being an alteration between Bb and G. Though the polyphonic interplay of the various patterns against each other and themselves at different rhythmic displacements is of primary interest, the piece may be considered heterophonic.'

It'll be good times.

Anyway, I think, after this next week of hell, I may have another piece brewing in my head. If nothing else, I'll probably have one around finals time.

I think that's it for now. I'm done. Anything else you want to know, you know where to find me. I love you all, and I hope to hear your thoughts on things. For the most part, it's good to be back. I'm sad to see some faces no longer here, and glad to see others still around. Take care of each other :)

Frieden und liebe,
William A. Corder

------
'He who knows others is learned. He who knows himself is wise.'
-Lao Tzu

'Tomorrow will take us away,
Far from home--
No one will ever know our names,
But the bards' songs will remain.
Tomorrow, all will be known,
And You're not alone,
So don't be afraid
In the dark and cold
'Cause the bards' songs will remain.
They all will remain
In my thoughts and in my dreams
They're always in my mind....
Come close Your eyes;
You can see them, too.'
Blind Guardian,
The Bard's Song: Into the Forest


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