20 March 2019

Of King's Sans Choux

Gentle Reader, if you have followed my musical activity over time (and you may have) you likely know that, courtesy of the most gracious Heinrich Christensen, it is my pleasure to perform Henningmusick, usually, twice yearly on the lunchtime concert series at King's Chapel. You may possibly even have noted that I have generally begun planning in February for the spring concert date. Even in my convalescence, as I look forward eagerly to an eventual return to normal activity, musical & otherwise, I kept in view the fact that Heinrich is expecting a musical program from me.
What to do? Since I shall not be in any condition to perform, so soon.

My generous and gracious colleagues have been determined that there will be a show, whose date is 14 May, and we have planned (but not yet decided on the final order of) the program.
After a hiatus in production (other than the necessary hiatus of my medical adventure) driven by the demise of a laptop, I arranged one of These Unlikely Events for two flutes, and arranged Zen on the Wing for two flutes and horn. I also intended a new trio, about which, more later.
And Pam Marshall is providing three pieces, two of them brand new, for one of which I shall play a brass bowl.
The time is near, when we should arrange a rehearsal schedule.

19 March 2019

The slow restart

Courtesy of keyboardist & composer David Bohn, who called for toy piano pieces of a hundred notes or fewer. I got back in the composing saddle with light duty I finished Penny Candy 27 February;  I added it to the catch-all Sheaf of Bliss, and so it is designated Opus 137 # 6.

I think we may be able to consider this the revival of the blog.

28 December 2018

More of the plan

The Symphony #2 is a Symphony for band,

Karl’s Big (But Happily IncompleteMap to the Body

1. The Nerves.
2. The Heart.
3. A Piece of My Mind

19 November 2018

pavan at last

This past weekend’s Triad concerts have been, I think, a signal artistic success.

Whereon I ought to remark in more detail.

But for the moment, the second of the Sauna Songs, Op.152.

17 November 2018

Migratory or not

Tonight, two Henningmusick events:  Ensemble Aubade (yes, again) perform Oxygen Footprint, Op.138a at the Oakland Presbyterian Church in Rock Hill, So. Carolina.  And the first of the Triad concerts, this evening in Melrose, whereon the men of Triad sing the première of It Might Happen Today, Op.156, and Sudie Marcuse sings The Mystic Trumpeter, Op.113 № 1, with yours truly playing clarinet.

For now, though, the next instalment in the Sauna Songs:

16 November 2018

Quotes from the blog, here & there, over the years

For the professional, the industry is a large part of how you get to where you’re going.  For the aspirant artist, the industry is a large part of what stops you getting there.
Robt Fripp, Thursday, 1.ix.2005

The musicologists are so happy, in a self-indulgent way, when they can point out the influences.  But that’s not what’s important.  What’s important is that the composer transforms those influences, and makes them his own.  Which reminds me of a wonderful Stravinsky statement.  He once said, “You must always steal, but never from yourself.” What he meant by that is quite obvious.  When you steal from yourself you learn nothing.  When you steal from others, you enrich your vocabulary.
— Lukas Foss

Music was invented to deceive and delude mankind.
— Ephorus, 4th century B.C.

But whether I am really so unacceptable to the public as the expert judges always assert, and whether it is really so scared of my music—that often seems to me highly doubtful.
— Arnold Schoenberg

We aren’t worried about posterity; we want it to sound good now.
— Duke Ellington

Ireland banned Life of Brian, Meaning of Life, and another film I had made, about a prostitute, called Personal Services.  They had only ever banned four films in Ireland—and I’d made three of them.  I was rather proud of that.  I thought, “Well . . . you can’t do much better than that.”
— Terry Jones

I don’t know how old I am because the goat ate the Bible that had my birth certificate in it.  The goat lived to be twenty-seven.
— Satchel Paige (1906?-1982)

That he did not expect to meet such a blithely lethal female at a kiddie pool in the middle of a park in Dayton goes without saying.
— Leo Schulte (“Of Gnawing Time”)

What I want is an art of balance, of purity, an art that won’t disturb or trouble people.  I want anyone tired, worn down, driven to the limits of endurance, to find calm and repose in my painting.
— Henri Matisse

I had a monumental idea this morning, but I didn’t like it.
— Samuel Goldwyn

It is a good rule in life never to apologize.  The right sort of people do not want apologies, and the wrong sort take a mean advantage of them.
— P.G. Wodehouse

Footprint, Breath, and Happening Today (possibly)

If all your friends jump off the Geo. Washington Bridge, do you jump off, too?
– Zen koan my parents repeated to me many times in my youth

And the waitress is practicing politics,
As the businessmen slowly get stoned.
– Billy Joel, “The Piano Man” (1973)

How much you bet those sotted businessmen imagine that they are somehow superior to the waitress?
Porridger’s Almanack (Breakfast of Ganglions)

Yesterday (don’t stop me, even if this grows tedious) Ensemble Aubade performed Oxygen Footprint, Op.138a at Jacksonville State University in Alabama.  A composer’s deepest thanks for so repeatedly championing his work.

This morning – the Morning of the Slushy LeavesMarshunda wrote about Deep Breath, Op.147 to ask how the composer would prefer some details.  Delighted that this conversation is ongoing.

And tomorrow is the première of It Might Happen Today, Op.156.  We might call me rather a happy composer, we might, at that.

An open question, whether wearing sneakers in weather like this betokens a lack of imagination, or a lack of intelligence.