|Mar. 31st, 2007 12:41 am "Instant music...|
...just add performer."
So said the flyers for this week's Always on Friday concert.
Thursday at noon, eight composers drew names out of a hat (a non-adjustable baseball cap, can't remember what team though) and wrote a piece for the ensemble, to be performed on Friday at noon. My ensemble was mezzo-soprano, classical guitar, and alto saxaphone; and as I told everyone else today, one of the hardest pieces I've ever written was rehearsed for only one hour, and written in about ten hours.
I finally found a poem that sort of fit the mood I was going for: Percy Bysshe Shelley's "The Birth of Pleasure," posted below for your reading...enjoyment.
The Birth of Pleasure
At the creation of the Earth
Pleasure, that divinest birth,
From the soil of Heaven did rise,
Wrapped in sweet wild melodies—
Like an exhalation wreathing
To the sound of air low-breathing
Through Aeolian pines, which make
A shade and shelter to the lake
Whence it rises soft and slow;
Her life-breathing [limbs] did flow
In the harmony divine
Of an ever-lengthening line
Which enwrapped her perfect form
With a beauty clear and warm.
It was a whole lot of fun, and I think I can use the piece again.
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