Friday, March 5, 2010

londinium

did a trip down to london-town, based around two concerts that i wanted to see/hear: matthais goerne at wigmore hall and sophie daneman with ian bostridge at the amazing middle temple hall. in each case, the venue was as remarkable as the musicians; together, they made for an outstanding sonic experience.


matthais goerne performed a program of exclusively schubert leider. before the show, i attended an erudite lecture about a few of the songs to be performed, which deepened my appreciation later in the evening. i believe i experienced the acoustic phenomenon called the 'singer's formant' at this concert. my perception of pitch was totally scrambled---whereas it's usually pretty alert and accurate---for he consistently sounded low and high at the same time [overtones], lending tremendous warmth to his baritone. goerne seemed to arrange his set so that the loud and low passages were to be sung towards the end---to powerful, almost jarring, effect!! what an emotionally true performer!


second show: sophie daneman and ian bostridge...an interesting mix of french and german solo songs and duets. ian bostridge started solo with a set of 6 schubert leider. i only noticed how gothic [as in tall, thin and saturnine...eyeliner and black nailpolish wouldn't look out of place on him...though he'd most likely disagree] and delicate his demeanor was until sophie daneman took to the stage for her 6 mendelssohn songs. she was light to his darkness, extroversion to his introversion, earth to his air, smiles to his furrowed brow. i began to appreciate the contours of their deliberate musical pairing. it added contrast and drama. for the last two songs of the first half, ian and sophie teamed up for duets.

during intermission, the audience was treated to free [and very good] wine, water and juice. i felt like i was a welcome guest at the sprawling residence of a very wealthy host.

the second half followed a similar contour as the first, but was french instead of german. it is here that i regret the mutual antipathy between my culture and the french which keeps much of french language and culture shrouded in mist and mystery. i wish i could understand the set poetry first hand [ear]. sonically and aesthetically the french songs were the highlight for me, especially the ones composed by gabriel faure and especially his 'clair de lune', sung angelically by mr. bostridge.

have to say that julius drake, the accompanist and curator of the concert deserves mention for how seamless and supportive he was. his playing and presence reminded me of a description of the best acting as the acting you don't notice.



sorry---didn't mean for this to be a critical musical review ;-)

Saturday, February 27, 2010

pre-equinox homesick blues


mother earth
is dirty,
naughty!

she made a pass
and grabbed my ass;



but...no worries,
because on i'll pass
her sensual act
to the women
walking on her...

what awaits me in reply
is even greater,
for randy earth mother
has also groped
her venusian sisters:

pining and lupine,
rolled-over and supine;

baying for blood,
covered in mud;

seeking a wrestle,
receiving a grapple;

straddling serpent,
eating an apple;

tumbling runs,
rumbling tums;

fruitful yields,
in farmers' fields;

skin so soft,
hard in the hayloft;

start with a flirt,
end up under skirt;

seeds are watered in,
the fluids we're covered in;

two-backed beast has burrowed
deeply into her furrow;

our sweet, sweating mess
will insure a good harvest.

homo technologicus autisticus

mr. and mrs. gadget:
are you harried
or just married?

sitting at a table for two together
alone by yourselves
along with thousands
of your closest e-friends
with whom you maintain
friendl-e relations...
or is it business?
or just busyness...

are you numb?
out of your minds
since they've dropped out
and down, down
and out, to your thumbs,
which dance deftly
over digital displays,
while your eyes---
sole windows to your souls---
glaze over?

game over.
'can i take your order?'
time for you
to face the face facing you
at that table for two.

not carved in stone

without harm, i witnessed,
on my arm, a mole
be subsumed whole,
as if my body knew what it were doing.

no need for training
or scientific stamp of approval.
no post-grad program in mole-removal.

with this consumption, i thought,
went some assumptions i'd been taught:

that our mortal and mental coils
were more like foibles---
happy/sad accidents not our own,
though they were etched in necklace millstones;

that living is a superfluous luxury
though we more resemble static statuary.



Thursday, February 25, 2010

new logo look












what do you think of the new look? comments welcome. i've done a package design to match and i'm 'well-chuffed' about it!

Tuesday, February 23, 2010

james' talk about soil remineralization















apologies for the utter crap picture [and the utterly british style of the previous]...

james did a 90 min. presentation to the 'norfolk organic group' last night---informative and interesting. as you can see, he was equipped with powerpoint, laptop and projector. it was well-attended, with about 40-50 eager gardeners present. all of the rock dust samples we brought were sold---an auspicious start!

mom's gunna be jazzed when she sees this

puerile, i know...but puerility plus self-consciousness of said puerility equals charm somehow in my inner calculus...ask mom...