Sketching out ‘Glimpses’ for Flute and Piano: A Composer’s Journal

January 31st, 2014

The composer proceeds operating on the new piece for piano and flute. A Composer’s Journal Entries: January twenty – 26, 2014.

Monday, January twenty

Snow earlier in the day, light, and fluffy, pushed by an aggressive winter season wind. Bitter chilly tonight, a polar vortex of some sort bringing underneath zero weather whilst the entire world sleeps. Heat in the residence, isolated drafts right here and there. In this weather conditions, the home gets a haven of cheer and convenience, a refuge – whilst at other moments I come to feel as even though the walls are clear, the boundaries among inside of and outside the house virtually stop to exist. But tonight the property is extremely opaque, the walls fortified in opposition to the cold, trapping and keeping the warmth as the snow continues to drift in the lamplight, in the wind…

Sheets of manuscript paper accumulate on the piano rack, coated with scattered notes, bar strains, and phrase marks – sketches, outlines of musical concepts. As in the Unsung Songs, this new piece looks to be showing up all at as soon as, concurrently, jointly as a complete, as 1 Thought with several transferring areas. Once yet again I am seeing the overview – and will fill in the information afterwards.

I experienced never labored this way till the Music of the Earth, and now I question if this new relationship with myself and producing tunes is the result of age and encounter – or of anything else as yet elusive and unnamable.

As with my clairvoyance, I am proven what I am proven, and have no private manage over the topic, the volume, the scope, or the timing of what I see – or in this situation, hear.

Most of what is still unwritten seems deeply buried in the Coronary heart – I can come to feel it there, practically see it, but can’t as but hear it.

Friday, January 24

Bitter cold once more tonight. Wednesday morning was seventeen degrees beneath zero here in city – little crystals of ice fashioned in the air, giving the visual appeal of a sensitive snow shower floating in the wind… Took a quick wander in the bracing distinct air of winter earlier tonight, and thought about the initial motion of the flute piece, the laughter heard in the woods. On my return, a little bit of flute melody appeared to my thoughts and I went to the piano, scribbling down motives – playful motives, reflecting the silvery bursts of pleased laughter… Probably I will deliver these motives back throughout the movement/area – often a lot more challenging, sometimes longer or shorter, as it would be with laughter that is spontaneous and carefree, echoing via the quiet of the woods, the sunlight through the leaves… The shared pleasure or close friends or acquaintances, or fans, in the length, for the moment concealed from view, like the birds singing… Wrote, sketched out a number of variations, often only stems and squiggles on the web page – often words and phrases/suggestions I can afterwards translate into songs, into notes and appears and harmonies… Notes I can simply fill in later on… For now, I am a lot more listening as attentively as I can to the clear appears that now encompass and fill me, striving not to interfere with that internal generation, that method of development, careful not to shatter that interior unfolding vista that will be this piece for flute and piano …

So considerably I am fluctuating in between using the twelve tone row I drew up some weeks back – and the complete tone scale. As I expand older, the rules of twelve tone frequently requires also much considered and time and tolerance, the concepts and the tunes occur into being also quickly for me to organize them into the twelve tone kind/approach – particularly in a piece of this kind, which should seem spontaneous and free… Tonight the melodies and harmonies arose in me before I could seek the advice of the row – demanding their existence in spite of my first intentions…

Soon after some times of hardly composing at all, out of the blue a prosperity of ideas and melodies, sounds and harmonies. As I create these words and phrases in my small notebook, I truly feel surrounded by the musical phrases and harmonies, they are filling the complete downstairs of the residence, like fragrances, perfumes … Almost everywhere… And in this mysterious way the piece is getting written, practically completed. Later on I will uncover the notes, harmonies, and rhythms and publish them down …

Saturday, January twenty five

Crammed in notes for the initial movement commenced hearing the conclude of the Dance of Movement III. Took out a blank sheet of MS paper and jotted down a number of words and phrases to myself, a number of note stems for a line or so of audio, with accents composed over or beneath the vacant stems. The solitary dancer in the forest of Motion III will have a fantastic time dancing, and I can almost see the dance conclude. The flute will hold the sensation of this dance light, transparent, even if the piano component eventually gets driving and sonorous. At instances, in this piece I am contacting Glimpses, the flute will soar, and at other instances converse quietly or even possibly momentarily sob – but the very nature of the instrument will glow via all the notes and dynamics, phrasings, and rhythms, with its particular clarity and purity, innocence… Goodness… That mix of electrical power and gentleness and clarity that a fantastic choir can usually accomplish…

Sunday, January 26

I am utilizing leftover xeroxed sheets of vacant manuscript paper scored for orchestra, most very likely from Chansons du Monde. The manilla folder they are in was marked “scrap paper”, but now has “For Flute and Piano” prepared on the entrance in black ink. Numerous sheets now have notes scribbled on them, motives, melodies, harmonies, and phrases…

In real truth, this is the favorite part of my work as a composer, when all is even now intangible, just commencing… unfinished and limitless, infinite likelihood…

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