Nature’s singers join the great orchestra at Tanglewood Music Festival

Audience members under the shed roof, and outside on the grass at the Tanglewood Music Festival in the Berkeshires of Massachussetts (Koussevitzsky Music Shed)

About five or so years ago, my husband and I had the joy of attending the concerts at the well-known Tanglewood Music Festival in the beautiful Berkshire Hills of western Massachusetts.  Tanglewood is the famed summer home of the Boston Symphony Orchestra, and is an open-air shed, covered by a roof, but no walls on its sides. Continue reading

Attraction, repulsion, or a combination of both?

I frequently use the word magnet to describe my attraction and/or repulsion to places, things and people. The word magnet even reminds me of how I sometimes repel them in my mind, but deep down have an attraction, or vice versa. I call this the third phenomenon of magnetism, where two magnets spin, being drawn together and repelled intermittently, kind of like a yo-yo effect. Where the magnets end up (which force wins out), one will eventually see. Continue reading

That driver is definitely loopy! Watch her do a loop de loop.

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Doin’ my car dance

Anyone that’s read my blog for a while knows I like to dance. Sometimes I crank up the music in my car and have a blast! Yeh, I definitely sing my heart out, but sitting in the driver’s seat doesn’t prevent me from dancing up a storm, too. Continue reading

Quoting portions of earlier music – A comparison

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Musical quotation (directly quoting portions of another work in a new composition) has been a common practice throughout much of the history of music. For example, composers like Mozart frequently quoted portions of pieces by Johann Sebastian Bach, such as in his Piano Concerto No. 12. Richard Strauss quoted the funeral march from Beethoven’s Eroica Symphony No. 3 in his Metamophosen for 23 solo strings. Continue reading

From fully transparent to partially opaque

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“I realized in the early days I just didn’t edit at all. But I think you become a little more cagey with your lyrics when you know more people are going to hear them and make assumptions about you as a person. Realizing that, you want to be a little more opaque.” – Eddie Vedder (of the band Pearl Jam)

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MC, Day 5: Beethoven’s flight of ideas

Thanks go to Robert Matthew Goldstein of Art by Rob Goldstein for nominating me for the Five-Day Music challenge. I had a wonderful time writing these posts. To read my whole series of five day music challenge posts go to this first post. Links to the other posts follow.

Several months ago my husband and I received the annual music program from the local university in my town. We are very lucky that we live in a town with a university that attracts some of the best classical musicians and other artists in the world. This year the main focus was on Beethoven String […]

via Beethoven’s musical flight of ideas — Bird Flight

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MC, Day 3: Surprise song playing in my head

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At 15 years old, I experienced the first major mental breakdown of my life. I won’t go into it in detail here, but I will say that it was bad enough that my public school recommended that my parents switch me to a nearby alternative private school. I had gone through the gamut in terms of major mood fluctuation, a somewhat traumatic event. I was pressured to quit ballet after years of serious study. The love of my teenage life! Now without the rigors and routine of ballet classes I felt that I lost my identity and lost my way. Continue reading

5 Day Music Challenge, Day 1: Jazz music of all sorts

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Thanks to Robert Matthew Goldstein of Art by Rob Goldstein for nominating me for the Five-Day Music challenge.

The rules are:
Post a song a day for five consecutive days.
Post what the lyrics mean to you.  (Optional)
Post the name of the song and video
Nominate two (or one) different blogger each day of the challenge

I thought I’d start with the music that meant the most to me at the very youngest age.

I can just remember way far back to when I was two and three years old visiting my paternal grandparents’ house every single weekend, without fail. Mom mom would have baked a cake, pies, or dozens of cookies, so the whole house smelled intoxicatingly good. Then the whole family (grandparents, mom, dad, my siblings, and I, my two aunts and three uncles) would sit down to dinner, which was reliably roast beef. Continue reading