fantasies, fables, and faraway places
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yamamanamaNone of the people I met on the way in were the best of conversationalists. It didn't help that I was furiously scratching my legs and then when I got dinner, I noticed there were rivulets of blood on my shins.
Thought I saw Shannon on the orange line (not the Shannon with a rose tattoo but the Shannon who doesn't care that a pterodactyl is not a dinosaur) but her face was different and she had longer hair, and it wasn't platinum blonde, it was darkish-blonde streaked with dark brown.
I swear my listening to Mistle Thrush was a coincidence. Besides, I was listening to Drunk With You and Silt.
A woman had short blue hair with black on the sides and a prominent tattoo of a black crescent moon on one of her arms and a few other tattoos that weren't as prominent.
It felt like there were fewer people than usual at the concert, and I'm going to blame both the shootings that happened and a rather stinky dead fish.
I think I've heard Batuque before but never with a drumming ensemble in front of the stage.
The Mother Goose suite (Ma mère l'Oye) was written as a piano duet and then orchestrated in 1911.
There's no indication that Mother Goose was ever a real person. Yes, there's a woman named Elizabeth Goose buried in the Granary Cemetery but she's neither Mother Goose nor the Unholy Mother of Terror.
It's pretty hard to follow without either an actual ballet going on or without something to tell you when the movement changes.
So the faeries cast a spell that will put Sleeping Beauty to sleep, and Prince Charming is hunting in the woods to the sound of horns and birdsong, and an old woman sits at a spinning wheel, and Princess Florine comes in cartwheeling and jumping rope, but she stumbles, and pricks herself with the spindle, and it turns out the old woman is the good fairy Bénigne, and Sleeping Beauty dreams about a dialogue between la belle (as a clarinet) et la bete (a contrabassoon, until his transformation into a prince, where he becomes a violin, and then Petit poucet scatters bread everywhere so he can find his way through the forest, but alas! it is I, magnificient bird, who stole tom thunbgs bread sorry not sorry, and Laideronnette, impératrice des pagodes, has a bath where her subjects pay tiny instruments on a five-note scale influenced by Chinese music and the same gamelan Claude Debussy heard, and Prince Charming enters le jardin féerique, dawn breaks and he awakens Sleeping Beauty.
Ravel liked toys and mechanical things.
Clarice Assad's commissioned work depicted the physical and emotional growth of an imaginary person from childhood to adolescence. Originally, she was going to play an already-written piece but instead she decided to work with some youth organizations in Boston to write a new piece.
A ciranda is a type of dance in the northeast of Brazil.
No relation to Bashar, I hope. I guess there are people with the last name Frank out there, which is my go-to example of "fairly common surnames belonging to truly horrible people." Hell, I heard a guy with the last name Fonseca play last year.
Cirandadas was a comissioned work by Clarice Assad, for Clarice Assad and another main singer, rapper, two mixed youth choruses, one of which included a member with sea blue hair, singing in a mix of Portuguese and English.
It's broken up into the introduction, Samba lelê, Peixe-vivo, Nigue nigue ninhas, Escavros de Jó, Ciranda cirandinha, Sianinha, Peixinhos do mar.
The introduction was mostly drumming and other percussion.
Lelê doesn't seem to be translatable and I can't tell if it's because it's a Portuguese word that doesn't have an English equivalent, like Saudade, or if if it's a proper noun, or if it's glossolalia. I found something called a Dança-do-lelê, but the Wiki page for it is Portuguese only.
Peixe-vivo means live fish, unlike the peixe-morto Georgia discovered.
Ninhas means nest-box, but Google won't help for nigue.
Escravos de Jó means slaves of Jó, Portuguese for the Biblical Job.
Ciranda means sieve.
I have no clue what Sianinha means. I'm assuming it's a diminutive of something.
Peixinhos do mar means "fishies of the sea"
So, yeah, really unique and really interesting, and it's great that it's a world premiere and I'm one of the first people to hear this thing, but it has its disadvantages, in which I can't listen to it repeatedly and describe it to you in more detail.
It's hard to tell where one movement ends and one movement begins. Sianinha is the rap. In one movement, the leader of the drum ensemble acted like the drum equivalent of Cab Calloway. One drumbeat, one clap, two drumbeats, two claps, three drumbeats, three claps, four drumbeats, four claps, a really complex pattern of drumbeats. There's some call and response between Clarice and the other singer and their respective choruses.
Now, since this is a world premiere, that means there's no recording anywhere, so go look for it in 2017.
I met a woman who was half-Portuguese and taught biology to high schoolers where 9 in 10 kids has a Portuguese surname, and she likes snakes and other reptiles and had a turtle pendant, but didn't think to ask her. Probably because I thought I could just look it up.
In Scheherezade, the Sultan is pissed off at women in general and several of his wives in particular, but Scheherezade (the oud she plays is replaced with a harp) tells him stories about Sinbad the Sailor and Tinbad the Tailor and Jinbad the Jailer and Whinbad the Whaler and Ninbad the Nailer and Finbad the Failer and Binbad the Bailer and Pinbad the Pailer and Minbad the Mailer and Hinbad the Hailer and Rinbad the Railer and Dinbad the Kailer and Vinbad the Quailer and Linbad the Yailer and Xinbad the Phthailer to keep her head attached to her neck. The Kalendar Prince, a beggar, travels from town to town and people bow to him and call him his Majesty, and a young man waits for the procession of the princess and her cortege, the snare drum marks time and the other percussion instruments depict her jewelry tinkling, and two lovers find themselves at a festival in Baghdad (Alas), Sinbad's ship is dashed to pieces so he builds a raft and sails to the bejeweled city of Serendib.
Neither Baghdad nor Serendib are nice places to visit in real life.
No encore because this concert ran pretty late. Also, for some reason, my butt was wet.
I thought she was Gabriella, except her face is wrong and she has a nose ring and was wearing jeans. Otherwise, her outfit (a hat with picked wildflowers in the band, a grayscale paisley shirt over a white top. Very similar to the Shannon simulacrum, actually. Her hand was covering her face when I drew her. I had to rush when drawing her because I was expecting her to get off at Park Street or South Station.
Matina is a Hebrew name, not a Latinate one. Or it could be a Latinate variation on a Hebrew name, like Gabriella.
She's not from around here. She travels wherever her banjo takes her.
She asked me where I've traveled. Nowhere strange and wonderful like Madagascar or the Galapagos or Bhutan. Okay, I enjoyed my trips to Washington D.C. and New York.
She missed her stop talking to me but I'm not blaming either of ourselves. I think she just forgot where South Station was relative to everything.
The sleeping woman had a lot of cool pendants and earrings and two snake rings, and a googly eye on the back of her hat, probably so tigers don't try to sneak up on her while she's sleeping. And her pendants keep tigers away, so the googly eye is redundant, and I know that because I didn't see any tigers on the train. It got delayed but they're anti-tiger pendants, not anti-shooting pendants or anti-train-delay pendants.
Some guy was thinking the same thought I had once, and it's as follows: how many people would you need to ask before you meet two people with the same name?
burning question: what would you do if you had the same last name as a mass murderer? Change it, try to take it back via the arts, ignore it and go on with your life?
Thought I saw Shannon on the orange line (not the Shannon with a rose tattoo but the Shannon who doesn't care that a pterodactyl is not a dinosaur) but her face was different and she had longer hair, and it wasn't platinum blonde, it was darkish-blonde streaked with dark brown.
I swear my listening to Mistle Thrush was a coincidence. Besides, I was listening to Drunk With You and Silt.
A woman had short blue hair with black on the sides and a prominent tattoo of a black crescent moon on one of her arms and a few other tattoos that weren't as prominent.
It felt like there were fewer people than usual at the concert, and I'm going to blame both the shootings that happened and a rather stinky dead fish.
I think I've heard Batuque before but never with a drumming ensemble in front of the stage.
The Mother Goose suite (Ma mère l'Oye) was written as a piano duet and then orchestrated in 1911.
There's no indication that Mother Goose was ever a real person. Yes, there's a woman named Elizabeth Goose buried in the Granary Cemetery but she's neither Mother Goose nor the Unholy Mother of Terror.
It's pretty hard to follow without either an actual ballet going on or without something to tell you when the movement changes.
So the faeries cast a spell that will put Sleeping Beauty to sleep, and Prince Charming is hunting in the woods to the sound of horns and birdsong, and an old woman sits at a spinning wheel, and Princess Florine comes in cartwheeling and jumping rope, but she stumbles, and pricks herself with the spindle, and it turns out the old woman is the good fairy Bénigne, and Sleeping Beauty dreams about a dialogue between la belle (as a clarinet) et la bete (a contrabassoon, until his transformation into a prince, where he becomes a violin, and then Petit poucet scatters bread everywhere so he can find his way through the forest, but alas! it is I, magnificient bird, who stole tom thunbgs bread sorry not sorry, and Laideronnette, impératrice des pagodes, has a bath where her subjects pay tiny instruments on a five-note scale influenced by Chinese music and the same gamelan Claude Debussy heard, and Prince Charming enters le jardin féerique, dawn breaks and he awakens Sleeping Beauty.
Ravel liked toys and mechanical things.
Clarice Assad's commissioned work depicted the physical and emotional growth of an imaginary person from childhood to adolescence. Originally, she was going to play an already-written piece but instead she decided to work with some youth organizations in Boston to write a new piece.
A ciranda is a type of dance in the northeast of Brazil.
No relation to Bashar, I hope. I guess there are people with the last name Frank out there, which is my go-to example of "fairly common surnames belonging to truly horrible people." Hell, I heard a guy with the last name Fonseca play last year.
Cirandadas was a comissioned work by Clarice Assad, for Clarice Assad and another main singer, rapper, two mixed youth choruses, one of which included a member with sea blue hair, singing in a mix of Portuguese and English.
It's broken up into the introduction, Samba lelê, Peixe-vivo, Nigue nigue ninhas, Escavros de Jó, Ciranda cirandinha, Sianinha, Peixinhos do mar.
The introduction was mostly drumming and other percussion.
Lelê doesn't seem to be translatable and I can't tell if it's because it's a Portuguese word that doesn't have an English equivalent, like Saudade, or if if it's a proper noun, or if it's glossolalia. I found something called a Dança-do-lelê, but the Wiki page for it is Portuguese only.
Peixe-vivo means live fish, unlike the peixe-morto Georgia discovered.
Ninhas means nest-box, but Google won't help for nigue.
Escravos de Jó means slaves of Jó, Portuguese for the Biblical Job.
Ciranda means sieve.
I have no clue what Sianinha means. I'm assuming it's a diminutive of something.
Peixinhos do mar means "fishies of the sea"
So, yeah, really unique and really interesting, and it's great that it's a world premiere and I'm one of the first people to hear this thing, but it has its disadvantages, in which I can't listen to it repeatedly and describe it to you in more detail.
It's hard to tell where one movement ends and one movement begins. Sianinha is the rap. In one movement, the leader of the drum ensemble acted like the drum equivalent of Cab Calloway. One drumbeat, one clap, two drumbeats, two claps, three drumbeats, three claps, four drumbeats, four claps, a really complex pattern of drumbeats. There's some call and response between Clarice and the other singer and their respective choruses.
Now, since this is a world premiere, that means there's no recording anywhere, so go look for it in 2017.
I met a woman who was half-Portuguese and taught biology to high schoolers where 9 in 10 kids has a Portuguese surname, and she likes snakes and other reptiles and had a turtle pendant, but didn't think to ask her. Probably because I thought I could just look it up.
In Scheherezade, the Sultan is pissed off at women in general and several of his wives in particular, but Scheherezade (the oud she plays is replaced with a harp) tells him stories about Sinbad the Sailor and Tinbad the Tailor and Jinbad the Jailer and Whinbad the Whaler and Ninbad the Nailer and Finbad the Failer and Binbad the Bailer and Pinbad the Pailer and Minbad the Mailer and Hinbad the Hailer and Rinbad the Railer and Dinbad the Kailer and Vinbad the Quailer and Linbad the Yailer and Xinbad the Phthailer to keep her head attached to her neck. The Kalendar Prince, a beggar, travels from town to town and people bow to him and call him his Majesty, and a young man waits for the procession of the princess and her cortege, the snare drum marks time and the other percussion instruments depict her jewelry tinkling, and two lovers find themselves at a festival in Baghdad (Alas), Sinbad's ship is dashed to pieces so he builds a raft and sails to the bejeweled city of Serendib.
Neither Baghdad nor Serendib are nice places to visit in real life.
No encore because this concert ran pretty late. Also, for some reason, my butt was wet.
I thought she was Gabriella, except her face is wrong and she has a nose ring and was wearing jeans. Otherwise, her outfit (a hat with picked wildflowers in the band, a grayscale paisley shirt over a white top. Very similar to the Shannon simulacrum, actually. Her hand was covering her face when I drew her. I had to rush when drawing her because I was expecting her to get off at Park Street or South Station.
Matina is a Hebrew name, not a Latinate one. Or it could be a Latinate variation on a Hebrew name, like Gabriella.
She's not from around here. She travels wherever her banjo takes her.
She asked me where I've traveled. Nowhere strange and wonderful like Madagascar or the Galapagos or Bhutan. Okay, I enjoyed my trips to Washington D.C. and New York.
She missed her stop talking to me but I'm not blaming either of ourselves. I think she just forgot where South Station was relative to everything.
The sleeping woman had a lot of cool pendants and earrings and two snake rings, and a googly eye on the back of her hat, probably so tigers don't try to sneak up on her while she's sleeping. And her pendants keep tigers away, so the googly eye is redundant, and I know that because I didn't see any tigers on the train. It got delayed but they're anti-tiger pendants, not anti-shooting pendants or anti-train-delay pendants.
Some guy was thinking the same thought I had once, and it's as follows: how many people would you need to ask before you meet two people with the same name?
burning question: what would you do if you had the same last name as a mass murderer? Change it, try to take it back via the arts, ignore it and go on with your life?
