Seen on Threads:
Me, to my 8yo: “Did you eat that cookie after I clearly said not to??”
8yo: “Look, I am focused on the future...” — Postcards From Red Squirrel Trail
I’m goin’ back to New York City, I do believe I’ve had enough. — Bob Dylan
Day before yesterday, I chopped out the first of the projected ten Inconsequentialities.
Improper use may cause hazardous condition — Postcards From Red Squirrel Trail
I don’t knock my country for what it is — I knock it because I share the dream of so many of us as to what it can be. — Rod Serling 1970
While listening to Louis Couperin, I learnt what I wanted to do for Simple Prelude № 6. Also, I have learnt that I am happy to leave the Opus 211 as a set of six.
I was unsure just what to write, or even if I wanted to write anything. My friend Luke obliquely inspired me to just noodle at the piano. Of course, I am not literally “at the piano.” I do not own one, and my left hand is not yet fit again for noodling. I decided to write them for my friend Carolyn Ray, without leave and certainly uninvited, and this was another reason to keep the pieces simple, for although she is of course a proper pianist, I should have no business writing an uninvited ambitious piece of music which would be an imposition of time and effort.
So there they are: six slight pieces.
I dreamt last night that I was talking to someone about a set of pieces I was proud to have written. this miasmic set seemed to mirror the Op. 211, only it was a set of ten pieces, all of which had actual titles. (The Simple Preludes have only tempo designations.)
So, I have decided to write a set of ten short pieces for toy piano, Ten Inconsequentialities.
Postcards from Dreamland: I was explaining to someone the difference between Patrick McGoohan and Patrick Macnee. Also, my wife selected a cologne for me with a very nice scent and in a distinctive purple bottle. The name of the cologne was the peculiarly monarchic, and not-at-all-masculine ER XIII, and Macnee was its celebrity spokesman.
What’s cheese for the mouse is a snack for the rat! — Philip Proctor as Hemlock Stones in The Tale of the Giant Rat of Sumatra
Excellent rehearsal Monday (was that only yesterday?) of the Henning Ensemble. First run-through of the Magnificat, also of the expanded One for Ahmad. Refreshers of the Cape of Good Nope,Simple Music and the Rahsaan Roland Kirk Fantasia. Some tightening-up still needed but in very good shape a month before the concert date.
I know it would have been a distraction from plot development, so I’m not proposing any change to the movie, but am I the only one to wonder, on seeing the self-driving cars in Minority Report, if they still run on gasoline? — Porridger’s Almanack (Breakfast of Ganglions)
The readiness is all.
— Hamlet
Sixteen years ago this past Friday: 18 Sep 2010 Just booked my flight to Rochester for the première of the Viola Sonata opus 102.
There have been non-musical activities enough that there has been no brooding, as such, but there is no denying that the months following the April King’s Chapel concert have shown me my limitations as a forecaster of what I might expect. That said, while the process of getting from A to B was mostly an experience of bewilderment, in terms of Henningmusick, at least, the program we are putting together for 28 October is just what I wished. I am not pleased that circumstances forced me to disappoint fellow composers who have furnished pieces whose performance I feel we have to delay, and I wish we might have found a second date on which to repeat the program, mais c'est la vie.
The most important facts, for which I have ample occasion to be grateful are firstly, that I enjoy the privilege of working with excellent colleagues who are unfailingly enormously supportive. And secondly, that the Woburn Public Library is so welcoming to our making music in their beautiful space.
First rehearsal tomorrow. I mean, not absolutely the first rehearsal, as we've read a couple og the pieces a vew months ago, but it’s the first of our freshly linked tranche of rehearsals now that we have a firm concert date.
One of the most poignant things about watching Independence Day is: the Towers yet stood. — Porridger’s Almanack (Breakfast of Ganglions)
I’m sorry, I did not create the Cosmos, I merely explain it. — Mel Ferrer, in A Midsummer Night’s Sex Comedy
For one reason or another, uncertainty has hung over this projected concert for so long, that I devised no fewer than three possible programs. No matter: now that we are officially a quintet for the Library, the program will fulfill my two key wishes: a reprise of the Op. 197 Fantasia on a Theme by Rahsaan Roland Kirk, and the première of Simple Music, the piece I specifically composed for this season. Given our Dan’s sabbatical, it was necessary (but not at all difficult) to modify the scoring.
Music, Simple and Otherwise
Karl Henning (1960) Magnificat a 4 (2006) Full Ensemble (3:30)
Frank Warren (1950) Three Notions of Love & Ruin, Op. 50 (2025) Alto Flute & Bassoon (4:00)
Henning, Simple Music, Op. 205a Full Ensemble (première) (10:00)
Dennis Báthory-Kitsz (1949) Just Another Love Song (2025) C Flute, Alto Flute & Bassoon (4:00)
Warren, Passacalyawhatever, Op. 116 (première) C Flute, Alto Flute & Bassoon (6:00)
Henning, One for Ahmad, Op. 208b C Flute, Full Ensemble (première) (4:00)
Henning Cape of Good Nope, Op. 206 Full Ensemble (première) (6:00)
Henning Fantasia on a Theme by Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Op. 197a (2025) Full Ensemble (8:30)
Total Duration: 46:00
Peter H Bloom, C Flute, Alto Flute
Todd Brunel, Soprano Clarinet, Bass Clarinet
Carol Epple, C Flute
Greta Rosen, Bassoon
Dave Zox, Double-Bass
From my Google search history: Is there a trick to grating ginger? — Postcards From Red Squirrel Trail
We’re developing a new citizenry. One that will be very selective about cereals and automobiles, but won’t be able to think. — Rod Serling
I composed One for Ahmad back in the Thinking Threesome days, but that was actually my second go at the piece. I originally thought about a piece for the full ensemble. Now that we are a quintet for the 28 Oct concert at the Library, I have added two voices to the piece; in a way, a return to the original conception.
The Schnook, the Creep, His Spite and Her Mother — Postcards From Red Squirrel Trail
“In the meantime, sir,” said Mr Chillip, “they are much disliked; and as they are very free in consigning everybody who dislikes them to Perdition, we really have a good deal of Perdition going on in our neighborhood!” — Dickens, David Copperfield
A day or so ago I pretty much chopped out (the music having in large part taken shape in my head) the fourth Opus 211 Simple Prelude.
To my delight, it looks like Dave will be available for our 28 October concert. So now, I wonders, how easily will Simple Music “reduce” to quintet?...