Saturday, October 07, 2006

Audition Song

I sang this song for my audition for The Sound of Music, and they still wanted me in the play. Go figure. It is a fun song to sing, though.

Fish got to swim and birds got to fly
I got to love one man till I die
Can't help loving dat man of mine

Tell me he's lazy, tell me he's slow
Tell me I'm crazy, maybe I know
Can't help loving dat man of mine

When he goes away
Dat's a rainy day
And when he comes back
Dat day is fine
De sun will shine

He can come home as late as can be
Home widdout him ain't no home to me
Can't help loving dat man of mine

This song is from the musical Show Boat, which I haven't seen yet, but Faith has a CD with Charlotte Church singing this song. It's got a little jazzy/gentle swing sound to it and probably would sound better coming from a black girl, not some paleface like me.

Saturday, September 30, 2006

Strange and Beautiful

I've been watching your world from afar
I've been trying to be where you are
And I've been secretly falling apart
Unseen

To me, you're strange and you're beautiful
You'd be so perfect with me
But you just can't see
You turn every head but you don't see me

I'll put a spell on you
You'll fall asleep
When I put a spell on you
And when I wake you I'll be the first thing you see
And you'll realize that you love me

Yeah
Ye-ah

Sometimes the last thing you want comes in first
Sometimes the first thing you want never comes
But I know that waiting is all you can do
Sometimes

I'll put a spell on you
You'll fall asleep
When I put a spell on you
And when I wake you I'll be the first thing you see
And you'll realize that you love me

I'll put a spell on you
You'll fall asleep
Cause I'll put a spell on you
And when I wake you I'll be the first thing you see
And you'll realize that you love me

Yeah
Ye-ah
Yeah
Ye-ah


Aqualung has a beautiful sound. Almost has a depressing tone to it, as most of the songs are about "Falling Out of Love", breaking up, the girl leaving, but some, like the above, are about winning the girl (Brighter Than Sunshine) and working on sticking together (Easier to Lie, You Turn Me Around). Matt Hales piano playing is great, as is his tenor voice, and some of the more interesting things he does with his music. There are several songs when he is singing tenor range, but his recorded his voice singing the same part an octave lower, and it's got an interesting sound, changes the feel and texture of the song.

Thursday, September 14, 2006

Psalm 63

1 O God, thou art my God; early will I seek thee: my soul thirsteth for thee, my flesh longeth for thee in a dry and thirsty land, where no water is;
2 To see thy power and thy glory, so as I have seen thee in the sanctuary.
3 Because thy lovingkindness is better than life, my lips shall praise thee.
4 Thus will I bless thee while I live: I will lift up my hands in thy name.
5 My soul shall be satisfied as with marrow and fatness; and my mouth shall praise thee with joyful lips:
6 When I remember thee upon my bed, and meditate on thee in the night watches.
7 Because thou hast been my help, therefore in the shadow of thy wings will I rejoice.
8 My soul followeth hard after thee: thy right hand upholdeth me.
9 But those that seek my soul, to destroy it, shall go into the lower parts of the earth.
10 They shall fall by the sword: they shall be a portion for foxes.
11 But the king shall rejoice in God; every one that sweareth by him shall glory: but the mouth of them that speak lies shall be stopped.

Listen to Ralph Vaughan Williams Fantasia on a Theme by Thomas Tallis for a beautiful rendition of this psalm.

Tuesday, September 05, 2006

Musically Chubby

A couple of weekends ago I was looking for Ralph Vaughan Williams' Fantasia on a Theme by Thomas Tallis (and I found it). I came across some other awesome music, and listened to tons of clips. My favorite was The Tallis Scholars Sing Thomas Tallis; they were amazing, and even though I didn't really know the words I still felt uplifted, and the music was obviously God glorifying. Besides knowing that they were singing church music, the tone of the songs and masses clearly showed what the goal of the music was/is.

Thinking about how music sounds reminds me of what my Rhetoric teacher said to my class last year: If you listen to stupid music, you become a stupid person.

He speaks the truth!

This is rather obvious. Many people know of and have heard bands like Green Day and Coldplay. Both of these bands (to use them as examples) have a depressing tone to them; and if I understood the lyrics I know they'll be depressing. Coldplay is more depressing; Green Day is just plain negative. I admit, their musicians have talent and the music is interesting, but if we listened to the radio constantly (which I am tempted to do since I drive alone a lot) we will be submerged into a stupid, narrow mindset. Our worldview will be set to the default messages the pagan artists brainwash us in every song. Some artists, not unlike Socrates, Aristotle, and Plato (ever heard of them?), have stumbled across more life-giving lyrics and messages which are very close to the truth and an honorable way of looking at the world. But this is rare, so to listen to the radio in hopes of those songs coming on isn't the best time management.

What about buying CD's? Well, same thing, use wisdom. I don't buy CD's that I have a problem with. I always check out the particular album I want, and try to look up the lyrics and listen to clips to see if I appreciate and enjoy their music.

It is rather nice that we don't have to go through the lyric problem in classical music.

Unless we flip over to the classical station/buy more classical CD's that have Brahms, Tchaikovsky, Andrew York (he's more modern, but I like some of his stuff), Beethoven, Dvorak, Stravinsky, Bizet, Bernstein, Handel,.....I'm running out of names, but they're out there!.....unless we balance our musical diet and add some of these to our daily supplement, we too will become depressed and negative in our actions like Green Day, thinking from the perspective of Nick Lachey (scary thought), and feeling like All American Rejects. Listening to Smashing Pumpkins and Christina Aguilera all day is equivalent to being musically overweight.

I'm not saying that classical music alone will change you, but what kind of music you listen to does matter. It does affect your nature.

Because my last few jobs over the past couple of years have involved lots of driving by myself, it's easiest to turn on the radio to something fun and exciting, like the pop/rock station. However, I'm easing myself back into the Classics, along with Big Band, Swing, and the Gregorian Chants. I'm trying to appreciate a wider variety so that I won't be so restricted in my diet and knowledge of music.

Saturday, August 12, 2006

Silence

These past two weeks have brought about a flurry of new ideas and thoughts in my brain. The one that seems the most important right now, especially at this dawning of the school year, is the lesson on silence that I learned.

For 7 hours a day, 6 days for a week we listened to the wisdom of Augustine. For two hours a day, 6 days of that first week we would go off alone or sit without speaking with others and write, reread, and meditate on the previous reading.

Those quiet hours not only provided me time to help sort out and step back to look at the big picture of our reading, but it provided an appreciation of the silence and the calm. We had no where we needed to be. There was nothing we had to do. The computers were vacant, the cellphones were turned off. The cars were still. Our minds were going, but only to the gentle pace of our most learned author.

One memory keeps prodding through my thoughts as I think about silence. When everyone first came to Hill Abbey, that first afternoon there were silences in our conversation. I was comfortable, since I knew everyone, but I could tell there was an awkward tension in the air because everyone else did not know each other. We bumbled through the next few days, but after the fourth day we didn't have much gaps in our talk.

Two days ago, it began to rain in the afternoon, so we moved to the porch. After our trapest hour I found everyone back on the porch, quietly talking, wrapped in blankets and hoodies. We were discussing some of the things that struck us about Augustine's style, or themes throughout The City of God. The rain was slowly falling, and the air was cool. The world had a grey-blue tint to it as the grey clouds sat above us, and the pine trees seemed to take on a richer, deeper hue.
One of the girls was talking, slowly, gently, her voice soft like the air. She stopped, and the silence took place. I sat on the railing of the porch and felt so happy, so peaceful. My mind was thinking about Augustine, then about the wonderful weather and the day, then about that vibrant communion of saints we were experiencing right there. We were so comfortable, and so used to being quiet by ourselves that we slipped into that silence easily, the most natural thing to do when talking about Augustine on a porch out of the rain.

It was glorious. That silence was more full of life and meaning than the many conversations we have each day, stuffed with empty words.