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yamamanamaI didn't encounter anyone with those four names. Instead, I got names like Molly, Carlos, Paola, Brianna, James, James, and Regan, and Terra (Or Jerra? It's hard to tell the difference between a cursive J and a cursive T), along with a name that's rather nice, possibly Felicia or Anastasia, that I've forgotten.
Anyways, whilst I was drawing Molly, a woman who went to MassArt admired the drawings. She had to leave, though.
Christ, at least Jack (y'know, I like the idea that some of Filgaia's technology is so lost that the words for them have been corrupted, e.g. homunculus into holmcross and ley line into ray line) and Antenora (same game, even. The one that has Liz and a really wonky translation but somehow they figured out that the main character's name is Ashley and that there are four characters whose names are references to Dante's Inferno), and for that matter, Jane and Emma and Kate and Yulie and Rebecca, are in the same series, kind of. I mean, I wasn't referring to Ashley Winchester, I was referring to Until Dawn.
The buses were coach buses instead of the standard kind, which are more comfortable, but it's also harder to draw fellow passengers. That didn't matter on the trip in but on the trip out, my drawing of Brianna didn't look amazing. Also, Brianna's phone camera is mad slow, she says. She had a jeweled choker with a braidlike pattern.
The bus I went in on had its radio on. Had I known, I'd have brought headphones. It stopped at Wollaston and you could see just why they were busing. It looked to me like they were dismantling the canopy.
The bus I came home on was an express bus, driven by a softspoken guy.
Mahler's third symphony is a paean to summer, which makes it appropriate to play in the coldest week of the year, averagewise, although I know never to pay attention to averages. The coldest week of this year started out fairly cold with some snow in Houston but not infernally so and ended relatively warm, with temperatures in the upper 40s.
In earlier drafts, there are movements called What the forest tells me, What the trees tell me, What twilight tells me, What the cuckoo tells me.
I'm not sure what any of this stuff refers to. What The Night Tells Me is the triumphant entry of summer and mentions something Dionysiac (Commonly known as Bacchus, god of alcohol, grapes, drunken revelry, religious fervor, and theatre. He'd have loved Shit-Faced Shakespeare, assuming that gods fade away to nothingness when they're no longer worshipped) and even frightening.
Pan awakes. Summer comes marching in (Bacchic Procession)
This movement was written later, and it's a 35 minute triumphal march of sorts. It started as 2 movements.
Pan is the god of the wildlands, shepherds and goatherds, rustic music, sexuality, spring, and disorder.
What the flowers in the meadow tell me
This movement builds up to something that never happens. Yet. A minuet made from shorter pieces.
What the animals in the forest tell me
The text to Mahler's song Ablösung im Sommer tells of the cuckoo and waiting for Lady Nightingale to sing. Don't hold your breath for that one. It ends with a gloriously giddy fanfare.
What humanity tells me
A mezzo-soprano sings the text of Nietzsche's Midnight Song, each line coming between the twelve strokes. This singer, I heard in Mahler's second symphony and in Samuel Barber's Summer of 1915.
What the angels tell me
A text from Des Knaben Wunderhorn with interjections of "du sollst ja nicht weinen," sung by a tripartite women's choir and "bimm bamm" and "Liebe nur Gott" sung by a children's choir, the role of the sinner taken by the mezzo-soprano.
Once again, foreshadowing a movement that never comes.
What love tells me
The symphony ends with an adagio, to bring Ixion's wheel to a standstill. This was rewritten around the absence of the last movement, to make it more ending-like. Arnold Bax's third symphony was still 33 years away.
What the child tells me
Just go listen to the last movement of Mahler's fourth symphony.
I overheard someone say Mahler's done better and it was interminable at times and I can't agree with that. It doesn't feel like an hour and forty minutes. It's the first Mahler symphony I heard, ten Julys ago, and it's certainly my favorite.
I'm surprised I haven't heard the 5th live by now; it's rather popular, if only for its adagio. I have the feeling it will be played by the decade's end. The 7th is demanding for the audience and for the players. The 8th, well, it's called the Symphony of a Thousand for a reason. Apparently there's a recording from inside Symphony Hall but I know nothing else of it.
burning question: Was spricht die tiefe Mitternacht?
Anyways, whilst I was drawing Molly, a woman who went to MassArt admired the drawings. She had to leave, though.
Christ, at least Jack (y'know, I like the idea that some of Filgaia's technology is so lost that the words for them have been corrupted, e.g. homunculus into holmcross and ley line into ray line) and Antenora (same game, even. The one that has Liz and a really wonky translation but somehow they figured out that the main character's name is Ashley and that there are four characters whose names are references to Dante's Inferno), and for that matter, Jane and Emma and Kate and Yulie and Rebecca, are in the same series, kind of. I mean, I wasn't referring to Ashley Winchester, I was referring to Until Dawn.
The buses were coach buses instead of the standard kind, which are more comfortable, but it's also harder to draw fellow passengers. That didn't matter on the trip in but on the trip out, my drawing of Brianna didn't look amazing. Also, Brianna's phone camera is mad slow, she says. She had a jeweled choker with a braidlike pattern.
The bus I went in on had its radio on. Had I known, I'd have brought headphones. It stopped at Wollaston and you could see just why they were busing. It looked to me like they were dismantling the canopy.
The bus I came home on was an express bus, driven by a softspoken guy.
Mahler's third symphony is a paean to summer, which makes it appropriate to play in the coldest week of the year, averagewise, although I know never to pay attention to averages. The coldest week of this year started out fairly cold with some snow in Houston but not infernally so and ended relatively warm, with temperatures in the upper 40s.
In earlier drafts, there are movements called What the forest tells me, What the trees tell me, What twilight tells me, What the cuckoo tells me.
I'm not sure what any of this stuff refers to. What The Night Tells Me is the triumphant entry of summer and mentions something Dionysiac (Commonly known as Bacchus, god of alcohol, grapes, drunken revelry, religious fervor, and theatre. He'd have loved Shit-Faced Shakespeare, assuming that gods fade away to nothingness when they're no longer worshipped) and even frightening.
Pan awakes. Summer comes marching in (Bacchic Procession)
This movement was written later, and it's a 35 minute triumphal march of sorts. It started as 2 movements.
Pan is the god of the wildlands, shepherds and goatherds, rustic music, sexuality, spring, and disorder.
What the flowers in the meadow tell me
This movement builds up to something that never happens. Yet. A minuet made from shorter pieces.
What the animals in the forest tell me
The text to Mahler's song Ablösung im Sommer tells of the cuckoo and waiting for Lady Nightingale to sing. Don't hold your breath for that one. It ends with a gloriously giddy fanfare.
What humanity tells me
A mezzo-soprano sings the text of Nietzsche's Midnight Song, each line coming between the twelve strokes. This singer, I heard in Mahler's second symphony and in Samuel Barber's Summer of 1915.
What the angels tell me
A text from Des Knaben Wunderhorn with interjections of "du sollst ja nicht weinen," sung by a tripartite women's choir and "bimm bamm" and "Liebe nur Gott" sung by a children's choir, the role of the sinner taken by the mezzo-soprano.
Once again, foreshadowing a movement that never comes.
What love tells me
The symphony ends with an adagio, to bring Ixion's wheel to a standstill. This was rewritten around the absence of the last movement, to make it more ending-like. Arnold Bax's third symphony was still 33 years away.
What the child tells me
Just go listen to the last movement of Mahler's fourth symphony.
I overheard someone say Mahler's done better and it was interminable at times and I can't agree with that. It doesn't feel like an hour and forty minutes. It's the first Mahler symphony I heard, ten Julys ago, and it's certainly my favorite.
I'm surprised I haven't heard the 5th live by now; it's rather popular, if only for its adagio. I have the feeling it will be played by the decade's end. The 7th is demanding for the audience and for the players. The 8th, well, it's called the Symphony of a Thousand for a reason. Apparently there's a recording from inside Symphony Hall but I know nothing else of it.
burning question: Was spricht die tiefe Mitternacht?
