18 February 2025

New Hooch

There is no dark side of the Internet, really. Matter of fact, it’s all dark.
Porridger’s Almanack (Breakfast of Ganglions)

Peter Weller: Can you sing?

Jeff Goldblum: A little, yeah. I can dance!

The Adventures of Buckaroo Banzai Across the Eighth Dimension

I finished recreating the score of Snootful of Hooch yesterday. This morning I made a start on the new arrangement (for two C flutes and Alto Flute.) If the score reconstruction was a tediously mechanical task (it was) preparing the new arrangement is quite engaging. Engaging but not speedy. It probably helps that there is a performance in the offing. I’ll never know why the couple I wrote it for ignored it. I’m 70 measures in on the new scoring, and while I am pleased with the progress, Rome wasn’t built in a day.





15 February 2025

No Problems, Only Solutions

 Barry Manilow sounds so proud to make young girls cry. Well, thats his trip.

Porridger’s Almanack (Breakfast of Ganglions)


She decided that she was a painter and being intelligent she realized that it was much easier to talk about painting than to actually paint.

— Richard Brautigan, A Confederate General from Big Sur

It turns out that I need to plan for a trio for our April date at King’s Chapel. It already helps that two pieces I had intended for the program were already for two and three flutes, respectively. Tonight, I reduced Yesterday’s Snow to a trio (two flutes and bass clarinet.) We need another piece or two. I am thinking of redeeming at last A Snootful of Hooch.



13 February 2025

Materials Safely Received

 I’m on the cusp of inventing a new genre: the Spaghetti Eastern.

Porridger’s Almanack (Breakfast of Ganglions)

Audrey Hepburn: “Well, aren’t you going to kiss me, Charlie?”

Albert Salmi: “Ain’t he kinda close?”

Audrey Hepburn: “You’re going to kiss me, not him.”

Greetings,



Thank you for your entry in the Luna Nova Organ Competition. Your materials arrived safely. The winning composition will be announced on www.lunanova.org by May 15, 2025 and will be performed at the Belvedere Chamber Music Festival in Memphis, TN June 25-28, 2025.

Thank you so much for your participation.



12 February 2025

Of Beasts and the Bashful Singer

 A mansion in München
Remember My Marimba
Meet me at The Jolly Tamale
Flambé in Mumbai
Postcards From Red Squirrel Trail

for man is a giddy thing, and this is my conclusion.

— Shakespeare


On Saturday night, rarely as I venture out “on the town,” I made a point of hitting The Lilypad in Cambridge to hear four bass clarinets (a quorum of a group dubbed Improbable Beasts) a saxophonist, trumpeter, pianist, bassist and drummer present a program mixing compositions as such with abandoned improv. It was an imaginative, powerful and energetic musical feast, largely driven by my clarinetist friend Todd Brunel.

I had been meaning for some little time to resume work on the never-truly-forgotten Opus 192, O singer, bashful and tender, I hear your notes. And the concert served as something of both push and catalyst. Thus over the past couple of days I have added some material. When I reached m. 125, I felt that what I had added was very close, and yesterday I had a go at modifying the passage. I’m not really certain about yesterday’s work, but shan’t be able to apply myself to it for a couple of days.




11 February 2025

The Unexpexted Zappa Orgy of 1Q25 Part VI

 Insofar as I understand this country song, notwithstanding her evil ways she was the sunshine of his days.

Porridger’s Almanack (Breakfast of Ganglions)

“Do you hear music, Jeeves?”

“Of a sort, sir.”

— P.G. Wodehouse

Part VI

I seem to have a chicken-and-egg puzzle here, the two items under advisement being the Zappa movie, itself and its accompanying soundtrack.

Before going on (or back) let me clarify this much: the occasion for this post is revisitation of the 3-CD soundtrack release.

So, Alex Winter’s documentary Zappa was released 27 Nov 2020. I was then deep into my second year of working with an exceptional physical therapist who is helping me to recover use of my left hand. While working, we listen to a mutually-curated musical program (presently, the albums of Genesis.) It has been my pleasure to expand his awareness of Zappigraphy. Now, as to our egg and chicken: let me propose this as the likely chronology, without backing into a superfluous need to get it absolutely right. I think Mike had found and bought the soundtrack, and we listened to it together. Thus informed (reminded, actually, as I do now recall that a “virtual acquaintance” in Minnesota had hitherto alerted me) of the existence of the movie, I expeditiously arranged to view the latter. Which I likely did in December of 2021.

In general, the three CDs mirror the movie, in presenting musical selections of Zappa and others, in chronological order.

Disc 1 begins with two numbers from Freak Out! (1966) the first Mothers album, and concludes with Road Ladies” from Chunga’s Revenge (1970) On the way we have Zappa talking about his discovery of and admiration for the composer Edgard Varèse, and the crazy piece” of Varèse’s which started it all, Ionisation. We also hear the Finale to Igor Stravinsky’s Firebird Suite. In the movie, we do not hear Zappa discuss Stravinsky, and the music actually underscores a montage of the Zappa’s newborn daughter Moon Unit.

Disc 2 begins with a couple of numbers from the new Comedy Music” Mothers fronted by Howard Kaylan and Mark Volman, formerly of the Turtles. The disc closes with H.R. 2911.” a Synclavier piece celebrating” Congress’ Resolution to manage the public’s reception of salty lyrics, and the Ensemble Modern arrangement of G-Spot Tornado,” which was originally likewise a Synclavier piece. In the movie, we see two dancers interpreting the piece.

Disc 3 opens with a de facto suite of some 26 cues for the movie, a half hour of music nicely written by John Frizell and perfectly suited to their role: the music does not command one’s attention, but is of a certain degree of musical interest, should one focus said attention thereupon. It is, in other words, the perfect music to play in the background while composing a blog post. Listening thus to the soundtrack cues on their own has perforce inspired me to watch the film again. That may seem “wrong,” but retrograde is an artistic operation, not an aberration.

Finishing the arc of the three-disc set are some late Zappa releases, the London Symphony Orchestras performance of “Envelopes,” three recordings by Ensemble Modern which did not make it onto the Yellow Shark CD: an Overture, “Get Whitey,” and “Nap Time.” Most appropriately, a live version of “Watermelon in Easter Hay” closes the set out, just as it underscores the end credits of the film.

So, yes, I went back to the movie, curious to observe Frizell’s score better: nice. I think the movie excellent. In such a biopic there are necessarily omissions, but none of the omissions seem vexatious to me. I see that some critics objected to the film’s failing to highlight the salacious lyrics of (well) any number of Zappa’s songs, but if you’re going to ding the film for failing to spotlight (say) “Illinois Enema Bandit,” you may want to reconsider what you think is important in Zappa’s œuvre. Maybe these folks felt that the great accomplishment of Amadeus was alerting the general public that Mozart could say ka-ka.



10 February 2025

Big News Not (directly) Mine

Quoth Alexa: “I’'s 1:06 PM, Hope you had a good Monday.” Taking her mechanized chatter as a peculiar given, you’ve got to like the implication that Monday concluded around 1 PM.
Porridger’s Almanack (Breakfast of Ganglions)

... small twinkling eyes, and a singular expression hovering about that region of his face, which was not a frown, nor a leer, And yet might have been mistaken at the first glance for either. Indeed it would have been difficult, on a much closer acquaintance, to describe it in any more satisfactory terms than as a mixed expression of vulgar cunning and conceit.

— Dickens, Martin Chuzzlewit


Triad alumna Sarah Riskind has earned tenure at Eureka College. Sarah’s Hariyu launched Triad, we might almost say, as it opened Triad’s inaugural concert in Harvard’s Memorial Chapel, and it was yours truly’s privilege to direct the piece. Was Triad a component of Sarah’s success? I am fond so to imagine.


Separately, it’s official: my ASCAP earnings this year were too meager to require a tax document. Just reporting, not complaining.
Also separately, but altogether less vexing: I’ve submitted Sorrow and love flow mingled down to a call for organ scores.

05 February 2025

A Peculiar, But Musical Dream

What the WCRB jockey says: This legendary recording of the Sibelius Third Symphony.
What it may just mean: The only recording of the Sibelius Third Symphony I’ve heard.
And I’ve just invented a new musical genre: the zone poem. Porridger’s Almanack (Breakfast of Ganglions)

There is no half position on bigotry. Bigotry condoned is bigotry.

— Dan Rather



I dreamt I was mentally composing a piece for two guitars, The Non-Whirl Dervish. I seemed to be aware that I was composing in a dream, and I was taken with the idea and musical content of the piece, so I made a point of peeling a sheet of paper from a pad  to make notes for when I should wake. On waking, I don’t think enough of the music to make a real piece of it, and whatever I thought of the prospect in the dream, I don’t know a guitar duo, just two or three guitarists, none of whom regularly (or irregularly, for that matter) work with a second guitarist. The photo is curious decor for a local coffee shop, an old-school type-jigger.