Wednesday, February 18, 2009

pique

i am not convinced that eighth blackbird can be repeated. it's been done. poof. i rather like manhattan sinfonietta's concept - their performance of martin matalon's ircam-ridden score to fritz lang's "metropolis" was nothing short of spectacular - and they manage to emerge looking and sounding effortless.

so will this rock band materialize? mr. wolf, mr. wise, ms. tilton (if she's still in town)...i know not how, but the idea of collaborating in tiny spaces with writhing bodies and twisting shadows of light appeals. tatyana does it weekly with the raw and the cooked at the tank-why not us, now? i am daunted, slightly, at the prospect of dipping my toe in this medium rife with competitive creativity.

everything that expands must also, at times, contract. a wise fortune cookie told me today to (and i paraphrase) act without the expectation of success. therein lies the paradox: we must plunge because otherwise how else can life continue, music evolve?
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Now playing: Marais, Marin - Suite For Viola Da Gamba & Continuo In E Minor (Pièces De Viole, Book II, Nos. 96-110)
via FoxyTunes

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