desired dreams
Saturday, March 29, 2003
 
new layout. woo. almost done. a few things to finish.
Wednesday, March 26, 2003
 
Going home to Pomona Yay!

I got a whole buncha cds from the San Carlos Library... *burning like a mad woman*
I have a copy of the sweeney todd musical! bwahahahah! I will blare it in my room. >:D

I also have lots of bruckner now... and some shostakovhich... >:D bwahahaha!
teeheehee. *scampers off*
Monday, March 24, 2003
 
random hornplayer mailing list things:
"The tube length is not important but how you manage, how you guide (the
gun)" -




quote from CNN reporter about Iraqi artillery, ha, ha, hoh, hoh !
March 23rd, 2003
They meant targeting via helicopter weapon guidance systems. No
suspicion about sex etc. or what you might think dirty.

Well, it could apply to horn playing: F-horn, E-horn, E-flat, D, C, Bb,
or A-basso, Aflat basso, F#, G, Aflat, A, Bb high, or high F, High G,
soprano high Bb. All of different tube length, but it depends on the
mouth piece & how you manage. This is also NOT sex related. Ho, ho !!
- Hans Pizka

Bob Dickow wrote:
My stupid brass trick is performing a
sustained lip trill while rotating the
horn through a 360 degree arc,
returning to the start position without
breaking the tone or taking a breath.
I'm still perfecting the hand coordination
to swap the hands without jarring
the horn. Sometimes it works, sometimes
it doesn't.

However, I am proposing that this trick
be required for all horn auditions. It is
often more successful when performed
behind a screen. ;-)

Bob Dickow

Bob, this is an excellent response, Please, do never tell composers
about that. Ooops, some composers might be list members. So the secret
is lost already.

But I might add my dirty trick:
Beethoven no 2: singing the high b-natural, just this note. It works. Or
Beethoven no.4: singing the bb2 entrance, perfect piano, in pitch
hopefully, no crack.
Or Oberon Ouverture Solo on the mere lead pipe, absolutely non pressure.
There are a lot witness, that it is possible. I demonstrated it often.
Or Strauss no.1 first phrase until the 11 measures rest, all without
mouthpiece,
The gestopft note, 4rth horn Goetterdaemmerung:
toh-tweah(gestopft)-tat-tot-tut-tat .... with the third slide just with
one shank in place. Shall I demonstrate that ? etc.etc.

We require these tricks for auditions. Ooops, another dirty trick: try
how long you can sit upon a wooden cone mute, until you feel some cuts
in your ass ? (It is necessary to know about before resuming a job in
our section, as we place the mute on ones chair, if he stands up during
a ballet performance for having a look to the beautiful ballerinas (some
like ballerinas more !!). When he sits down, the mute (state owned !)
will be crushed & ...........

So far dirty tricks.

A last one: when I was very young in the orchestra, we nearly
assassinated one of our conductors during a Flying Dutchman performance
(a nasty young naseweiss fellow), by fixing some pages of the score
together at several spots, so he lost track several times. Quite dirty,
but deserved.

(Comm: naseweiss = know-it-all)
- Hans Pizka

Sunday, March 23, 2003
 
home for vacation... will return to Pomona on thursday.

internet slow.. *kills it*
went to japantown yesterday - it was fun
went to see carrie's Latinoamericana concert. it was very good... she was very sexy. *wanted to glompage her... XD XD XD*
tomorrow: lesson w/ carrie! small trip to haight and amoeba music! yay! then trip to indian casino... w/ daddy. :D
tuesday: dr. appointment, then Malibu trip w/ justin. (bwahaha) $10 tuesday. XD I can spoof up my new Initial D car (Honda Civic SiR)
Wed: hair appointment... (what to do with it?)
thursday: lunch w/ mom and grandma, then going back to pomona.

/me huggles her horn. the obessession is consuming me.

Friday, March 21, 2003
 
everyone keeps on talking about the war. all i can say is:

Fuck-it-all



We're all going to hell. We're all going to die.
I might as well live the rest of my life.


i'm not even going to try and worry and shit my pants about it. cuz i can't really do anything about it...

"we should take those black widows and stick em in Bush's room" - me.

hah.

Monday, March 03, 2003
 
interesting: (from this website - http://mrs.umn.edu/~asch0045/music.html)
(3.)The times of Stalin rule in the Soviet Union were fragmented and chaotic. Most people were afraid to do what they wanted. Musicians were the same way, afraid to do something that might be considered different or new. Musicians who had vastly different talents and ideology flirting with both sides was sometimes a very dangerous and risky way to make a living. They considered themselves activists. They went against what the government told them. A composer by the name of Dmitri Shostakovich was one of those people. This child prodigy burst on to the scene around 1926 with his First Symphony. Within a few months of its appearance the piece of music has been performed hundreds of times all over the world. In only a few months and one composition he had become one of the most famous composers in the world. This position he would hold for the rest of his on the whole, fairly unhappy life. After becoming a huge success with his First Symphony, Dmitri decides to use his fame for a good cause. He would show the Soviet Union that being different and letting your ideas go is one of the best things people can do for themselves. He goes on to write Second and Third Symphonies, the October Symphony and the First of May Symphony. These songs were different in a sense that they didn’t follow a regular formula. He wrote them how he felt like writing them. (4.)"Each song had slogan-like choruses at the end in a wild, wacky style and is written in very bold, and very hyper string action. His music was brightly colored, at once abstract and bizarrely concrete." The symphonies went over great with the people of the Soviet Union, but the government did not think much of his "own formula tactic". They started to take notice of him and they decided to keep a close eye on him to make sure he doesn’t go over the line too much. Dmitri notices the game of politics and art, but does nothing to help himself. After writing a few plays he decides he would like to write a full length opera. His idea turned into reality when he wrote Lady Macbeth of the Mtsensk District.(4.) "This is a very politically motivated opera. It is much broader, more urgent, film-music-like populist language designed to knock them flat in the back row of the ninepennies." To go along with that the first two acts has two scenes of stunning violence, one of which is the gang assault of a peasant women. The other scene dealing with rape. The music of this opera was the main act. Everything that is done on stage is told in the most graphic way by the music. Dmitri called this playwright a political satire, a comedy. Where the play went wrong was when Stalin got up with his cronies and walked out of the box during the middle of the performance. While Dmitri was on tour a friend told him to buy a newspaper. On page three of the Pravada Dmitri found the title ‘Muddle Instead of Music’. People have and still speculate that Stalin himself wrote the article. This started a vicious campaign against Shostakovich. Friends, family and even people on the street start to avoid him. They take the rest of his work out of the theatres and will not accept anything with his name on it. He is described as "lackey, bourgeois composer, and a man personally seeking to undermine socialism." Dmitri left the music scene for awhile, or, so they say. Many people say that Stalin and associates forced him out. Dmitri made a return, and a triumphant return I might add. He performed his Fifth Symphony. The people loved it. The song was supposed to represent the time felt – "a hollow, disastrous, tragic, grief-stricken depiction of the human soul being crushed under the weight of Stalinism." Stalin attempted to put Dmitri in jail for his actions but there was too much protest. He then decided that banning him from the U.S.S.R was sufficient enough. After the Stalin era Dmitri came back to his home to live the rest of his life.

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