I spent 3-4 hours tonight writing a setting of Utterance 35 of the Pyramid Texts.

Using a pentatonic scale.

It can be performed as a four-part round.



... I may be slightly mad.
So, KJ is taking piano lessons. Amongst her notation knowledge are: quarter note ("ta"), two eighth notes ("ti-ti", also called "two good friends" by her slightly wacky ex-Soviet piano teacher), half note ("ta-a"), and quarter rest; measure, bar line, repeat, DC al fine, treble clef, bass clef, line note, space note.

So I had a bit of music open and was screwing around on the flute (I need to put some music practice into my regular routines, I really do, including teaching myself guitar) when she came home, and I had her look at the music. There was one measure she could actually read (half note, quarter rest, quarter note), which she did.

I pointed to the time signature, and said "this means that there are four 'ta' in every measure". She nodded seriously, and I said "That means that everything here adds up to four ta", sweeping my finger along the lines that included sixteenth notes, triplets, and various and sundry.

We puttered along peering at the music, and she asked what a symbol was. "Eighth rest", I said. "Ti rest!" Then she pointed at the solitary, unpaired eighth note.

"What's that?"

"That's an eighth note without a friend."

In tones of great mournful sympathy, she said, "Awwwww."

(Then I pointed at the whole note and said "How many beats do you think that note is?" She peered at it, and said, "Four.")
kiya: (spang!)
( Oct. 17th, 2014 12:29 am)
That fascinating moment where, upon being reminded of a character by a particular few songs, one goes and pokes at the artist and realises the full scope of the fact that one is being reminded of one's black-haired, blue-eyed Jewish technically-bi-in-that-Kinsey-5ish-way finally-confident-enough-to-embrace-his-femme Queen fan character by, well, Adam Lambert.


Humming now:
So I got my boots on,
Got the right amount of leather
And I'm doing me up with a black colored liner
And I'm working my strut but I know it don't matter
All we need in this world is some love...


... character is a baritone, though.

(There might have been a time
When I would let you slip away
I wouldn't even try but I think
You could save my life
...)
kiya: (spang!)
( Jul. 24th, 2014 02:15 pm)
The radio played "Sweet Home Alabama" on my way to the shrink and now I've got a process running trying to figure out whether I can compile a list of Songs Of The Fifty States, which is rather complicated because what rules are required to make it work? I mean, "California Dreamin'" is easy, but does "Gone to Carolina in my Mind" count for both? And is "Walking in Memphis" good enough, or ... well, I suppose "Memphis, Tennessee" actually does fill in that gap, which means I'm left wondering if "Rock and Roll Band" (which mentions Boston in the first line) will do for Massachusetts, or something similar with "House of the Rising Sun" though "City of New Orleans" is at least closer and....

... so that's what my brain was doing up until the same station played "When I Come Around" at which point I got stuck on DOOKIE IS NOT CLASSIC ROCK and augh, what the hell, radio.
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    Back on the ground
    Now what we've found is
    Movement starts with action and
    Action starts with determination
    So the movement of this music
    Is an act of meditation....


-- "Fascination", Innate
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Odd commentary on my state of mind from iTunes, today.

"Up the Wolves"

    there's bound to be a ghost at the back of your closet
    no matter where you live.
    there'll always be a few things, maybe several things
    that you're going to find really difficult to forgive.

    there's going to come a day when you feel better.
    you'll rise up free and easy on that day.
    and float from branch to branch,
    lighter than the air.
    just when that day is coming, who can say? who can say?

    our mother has been absent ever since we founded rome.
    but there's going to be a party when the wolf comes home.


If it follows this with "Bury My Lovely" I may have to kill something.
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So I'll just meme. In a really kind of meta way, for the most part.

Pick an artist, answer questions with song titles:
Nightwish

1.) Are you a male or female? "Beauty of the Beast"
2.) Describe yourself: "The Poet and the Pendulum" ([livejournal.com profile] arawen can have "Crownless")
3.) How do you feel about yourself? "Wish I Had an Angel"
4.) Describe where you currently live: "Sleeping Sun"
5.) If you could go anywhere, where would you go: "Dark Chest of Wonders"
6.) Your best friend is: "Whoever Brings the Night"
7.) You hate: "Two for Tragedy"
8.) Did You know that __? "The Pharaoh Sails to Orion"
9.) What's the weather like? "Dead Gardens"
10.) If your life were a television show, what would it be called? "Stargazers"
11.) What is life to you? "Amaranth"
12.) What is the best advice you have to give? "Live to Tell the Tale"
13.) If you could change your name, what would you change it to? "Nemo" (now that's meta)

(This is for long forgotten light at the end of the world ....)
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kiya: (songdragon)
( May. 8th, 2007 04:07 pm)
"Go Away", by the Crüxshadows
"Oh L'Amour", by Erasure
"The Mary Ellen Carter", by Stan Rogers (the relevant verse/refrain is the last one; replaced original link with one that has the words right)
"First of May", by Jonathan Coulton

Actual random sequence from when I was dyeing my hair.

Sounds like the fellow had a successful rebound. ;)
kiya: (songdragon)
( Mar. 1st, 2007 11:16 pm)
I have the first line of the bluegrass cover stuck in my head, and it's all your fault, [livejournal.com profile] sigerson. (Well, with an assist from [livejournal.com profile] arawen.

Mind, I also have Bach's second minuet in G from the Anna Magdalena notebook stuck in my head, so who knows what's up there.
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kiya: (watcher)
( Jun. 20th, 2006 07:27 pm)
- Tuned guitar. (And the heck is with that second string tuning off the fourth fret? The others all tune off the fifth. Harrumph.)
- Packed OED (in two boxes [livejournal.com profile] keshwyn got from [livejournal.com profile] jducoeur).
- Filled the second box which was not entirely full of OED with 'misc reference', which included not only stuff like The American Boy's Handy-Book and The Chemical History of A Candle but Atlas of Middle-Earth and The Dragon-Lover's Guide to Pern. Exceedingly misc reference, in other words.
- Stripped bed and washed sheets & a couple of random towels.
- Packed boxes marked 'Classics', 'Hardcover fiction' and 'Trade paper fic' as part of clearing some shelves in the green room (marked off to-do).
- Was awfully amused to find that as things sit at the moment, One Fish, Two Fish, Red Fish, Blue Fish appears to be shelved next to Chaucer.
- Contemplated guitar names.
- Fed and watered kibble monsters.
- Watered plants.
- Overheated myself something fierce. Ugh.
- Accumulated some awfully random links:


Need to do list:
- handweights
- dance vid
- eat
- remake bed
- clean catbox
- work more coherently on guitar tutorial thing
- uhhhh
As I left the counter holding the guitar case:

"Now you have to name her."

Aw, geez.
But first a whine: Forecast for today is HEAVY.

(Ow.)

Conversation that amused me. )
kiya: (misc)
( Jan. 20th, 2006 02:25 am)
Today's random satisfaction: I feel vindicated in my belief that it was the correct action to quote Buckaroo Banzai at ap by the fact that [livejournal.com profile] redbird did the same.

Today's random household task: washed towels.

Today's random philosophical ponder: "Spectators", by the Crüxshadows. Oddly appropriate to something or other. "But I'll make a run at something real and they'll never even try ..."

Today's random WTF: Stormy wants a playlist with more than three songs on it. Waugh. (If I said "Silly puppy" she'd probably get mad ...) Have added "Of Wolf and Man", mostly because it's funny.

Today's random fifth point fnord: iTunes likes this song a lot lately.
This is exceedingly free-associational and I'm not including half the context.

Iron Pentacle: Contains Sex, Rock and Roll, no Drugs )

Meanwhile, in random accidental divination moments, I was cleaning up and picked up my book of Rumi poetry and opened it to a page that said:

    In your light I learn how to love.
    In your beauty, how to make poems.

    You dance inside my chest,
    where no one sees you,

    but sometimes I do,
    and that sight becomes this art.


Hello, Black Heart.
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I went on another CD-ripping binge earlier, and one of the things I finally got around to was snagging stuff off Phil Collins's Both Sides album.

Which includes the song "Everyday".

Let us go back to early 1994. The Both Sides album was released in 1993, with singles "Both Sides" and "Everyday". And I was desperately, hopelessly interested in [livejournal.com profile] teinedreugan, who was otherwise occupied at the time.

And "Everyday" was stalking me. Every time I turned on the radio, it was playing "Everyday", or started playing "Everyday" immediately after finishing what it was playing. It did this for ages. I bitched about being stalked by Phil Collins.

I was going to be going away (to CTY) for six weeks that summer. He gave me a lift home from the Game Place, as was our general habit, and I worked up the nerve to give him a kiss on the cheek before retreating into the house, flopping on my back on my bed, and turning on the radio.

It didn't play "Everyday".

It played Roxette's "It Must Have Been Love."

Then it played "Everyday".

I called [livejournal.com profile] donperros, because he always understands this sort of thing.

Love you, brudder mine. Love you, [livejournal.com profile] teinedreugan.

On the way to Pennsylvania, we heard "Everyday" three or four times.
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    And like the moon upon the water
    Gives diamonds to the sea
    I pray that when the snow is gone
    You'll return to me

    Through this bitter, bitter cold
    I thought I'd always have you to hold me
    Hold me through the storm
    And keep me warm
    Through this bitter, bitter cold . . .


--Tara MacLean, "In The Wings"

It followed that with Bryan Adams's "Heaven", and see what it's doing to me now.
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kiya: (buddha)
( Nov. 1st, 2003 01:29 pm)
You were actually paying attention to the 80s.

Tell me how you do on this eighties music quizzy thing, I wanna see if my ability to remember lyrics to the framgents of the songs I recognise outcompetes your actual familiarity with the period.

Other people tell me too if ya wanna, but [livejournal.com profile] teinedreugan go around round spin me right round a lot about 80s music for the sheer joy of the bickering rather a lot. ;)
Would someone with third-list spells please please please prepare "Dispel Mozart" for tomorrow?

(At least we're pretty sure it's Mozart. . . .)

Ba-ba ba-ba ba-ba ba,
Ba-ba ba-ba ba-ba ba,
Ba-ba ba-ba ba-ba ba,
Ba-ba ba-ba ba, bom.

Ba-ba ba-ba ba-ba ba,
Ba-ba ba-ba ba-ba ba,
Ba-ba ba-ba ba-ba ba,
Ba-ba ba-ba ba, ee!

Ba, ba, ba-ba ba-da-da-da ba ba ba ba bom bom bom,
b'ba-ba ba-ba ba-ba ba!
Ba-ba baddle daddle da da da!


Thx, yrs trly, g'bye.
[ Editorial note: Songdragon wants an icon of her own (since most everyone in here who wants one has one that they're happy with); I spent a lot of time today banging on the GIMP (trying to get it to install on my machine, giving up, installing it on the desktop machine, prodding at the way the thing works, and so on) and I have at least a draft of one, and now I'm not using it. Heh. It'll replace the buddha icon whenif we get around to it. ]

I made a comment elsewhere today trying to translate bits of Kemetic stuff into something more generally accessible, and SD and Weaver eventually came up with translating 'ma'at' into 'in tune with the divine harmony' or something roughly equivalent to that.

I want to play with this metaphor. This metaphor is shiny.

Can't have harmony without difference, after all. We're not going for one of those tedious later-period non-jammin' OMs here. And so right out there we've got the whole needfulness of dialogue to maintain and uphold existence. And the possibility of different things, different notes, sounding into a meaningful whole. Ma'at is the principle what organises people into communities.

There's a joke about accidentals in here somewhere.

Harmonies are one of the things that I glom onto in music I hear, that I'm singing. Harmonies and bassline. That's what makes things feel right to me, resonant with my own internal perception of meaningfulness. (I wonder what the bassline is in this metaphor.)
75 words done on 32. Don't know if I'll get any more done tonight, I have to write a feathered nursery rhyme because it's being quoted in the text and I've been distracted by a shiny object. (It's a video, video.)

Y'see, I found a stack of CDs lying around and peered at them. Abba, Collective Soul, The Charlie Daniels Band, Fleetwood Mac, Genesis, Information Society, Meat Loaf. (Not bad for random from just a stack lying around.) And I said, "Hey, I'll rip 'The Devil Went Down to Georgia' while I know where it is." And I did.

And then I played Boston's "I Had a Good Time."

And then I played Red Rider's "Lunatic Fringe."

And then iTunes started up with War Again, and now I'm wandering around cleaning the living room and getting even more wired by the moment because wheeeeeeeeee. . . .

Oh for all that's holy. U2. "Pride (In The Name of Love)." Live version.

Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!

Addendum: Also, I finally found Spirit Voices. Which I meant to mention before I had the U2 Moment. Current music: "The Times They Are A'Changin'." It'll soon shake your widnows and rattle your walls!
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