Welcome to another (late) Musical Monday! Today’s piece of music is titled… wait, I’ll let you guys guess…
..that’s right! It’s titled
Friday, featuring the beloved Rebecca Black Ginger Snaps, written by Stephen Chatman in his music collection, Preludes for Piano, Book 3 between 1999 and 2001. Yep, it’s a recent (21st-century!) composition, and as you’d expect from recent compositions, it defies conventions a little bit.
The fies can fence shins»
I have a musical history exam in approximately 3 hours (since this post is scheduled, I’ll be finished my exam /exactly/ when this post is published), so here’s a short post for today, seeing as Blood Lad 13 was released some time ago.
Not NSFW, I swear»
Oh man, this is HST Week but I’ve done nothing but HSRs; I swear, I’ve got all the musical stuff planned, but school stuff and parental stuff are seriously hampering my efforts to do something. At least I’ve got that Level E 7 post done (for next next day).
There’s not much more to read»
Well, whaddya know.
I have a new camera.
I’m too scared to use it right now, so I’ll keep on recording with my old one until it breaks – it’s only about 30% broken right now. It can record just fine.
Nothing else to read»
For some reason, I seem to really like the number 7.
Firstly, there seems to be some time/video delay – as some of you may know, my camera sorta died on me a while ago, so now the only thing it can do is record videos, which it obviously is doing with quite a lot of bugs.
C’mon guys, this is /music/, some time/video discrepancies shouldn’t irk you much if you’re not looking at the video :P
For that matter, the lighting sucked, so the only thing worth looking at at the video was Bulbasaur.
As with most influential composers of, well, since the Renaissance, Jacques François Antoine Ibert was born in Paris. The 1890s were the start of quite an… emotionally compelling era, with German expressionism and French impressionism marking their lasting (pardon the pun) impressions on the musical industry.
Conceived in this turmoil of musical clashes, you’d expect Ibert to pick a style and stick with it; on the contrary, he was quite unattached to any style themes, preferring instead to dabble in the mishmash of genres prevalent in Parisian (and indeed, worldwide) society at the time.
This did not mean he was a bad composer at all, for he won one of the most coveted prize in musical composition – the Prix de Rome, waarded only to such geniuses as Hector Berlioz, Georges Bizet, and Claude Debussy.
After decades of productive musical establishment, the Axis-aligned Vichy Regime (of France) banned his music, and Ibert voluntarily moved to Switzerland to continue his career.
He died in 1962, when he was 71.
In 1943, after the outbreak of war, he composed ‘Petite suite en quinze images’ – Small suite, in 15 images (I BET YA DIDN’T KNOW THAT HUH). A completely solo piano work, he delicately paints many idyllic scenes of a peaceful time. Strangely, it seems (I just can’t find good recordings for all of them) that none of them are very loud. A perfectly natural thought for one wanting to escape the war.
The 7th piece in the collection, ‘La Promenade en Traîneau’, actually means ‘the Sleigh Ride’, rather than what I thought it was; ‘the Train Station’. Because of this, I tried to evoke visualizations of a quiet train station, with the suddenness and swiftness of a train arriving and leaving in the middle of the night. It seemed so much more… obvious. Before I searched up the real translation, I just couldn’t get why everyone else was basically slamming the notes to make it stand out against the seemingly unimportant bass. Really, it was quite… disgusting. Horrifying.
But what am I, to criticise others’ perceptions? What difference what that be to brutally sabotaging others’ inner mentality? When not even I, am properly expressing the dynamical nuances, the whole… calmness of the scene.
Yet, a train station would make much more sense. The quiet left-hand Alberti footsteps motioning the train to come faster, quicker, so that they could fially go home after a long day’s work. The sudden plunge into organized noise as the vehicle slowly slides into the platform. Quick pit-pats of shoe on ground, growing faster, louder, as swarms of people flood onto the train.
And then it’s gone.
…That’s a mouthful.
Anyways, for, like, two weeks, I thought Bleach was going to end, so I was about to make a post about it ending…
…but it didn’t. DAMMIT KUBO MOTHERFUCKING AIZEN IS MOTHERFUCKING IN PRISON FOR TWENTY FIVE MOTHERFUCKING THOUSAND YEARS ALREADY, AND ICHIGO’S LOST ALL OF HIS MOTHERFUCKING SHINIGAMI POWERS. NOW WILL YOU STOP STOP STOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOP THE MADNESS?!
Next up, I recorded another recording of something, but THE CAMERA DIDN’T CATCH MY DYNAMICS, which was the ENTIRE POINT OF THE PIECE. Oh well, I guess I can re-record it again…
Finally, a day after I recorded the dynamic-fail piece, I recorded this; on October 23rd, to be precise. My computer was still dead then, so what else to do with my time?
There are numerous mistakes here as well, but my camera (yet again, I place the blame on something else) is set on one side of the piano, so the place where I wanted less volume to be actually got increased more in volume.
I probably rushed this as well; it’s supposed to have much more of a ‘harp’ sound, as it’s actually written for either piano or harp. You can play this on a harp. Yeah.
Sergei Sergeyevich Prokofiev was born in 1891 in Russia. Not SOVIET RUSSIA because that wouldn’t exist until Prokofiev became 26.
Anyways, from a young age, Prokofiev began demonstrating his ability to be superior over everyone else. When he was nine, he wrote an EPIC OPERA, first performed in NINETEEN OH ONE by SOME PEOPLE for an audience of SIX.
He obviously entered a prodigious musical academy while being considerably younger than the other students, and demonstrated a extreme passion for mus(ry
…His first major work was for the famous impresario Diaghilev, the very same who commissioned Stravinsky’s three Ballet Russes Ballets (Petrushka (F# MAJOR GO GO), L’Oiseau de Feu (the Firebird), and Le Sacre du Printemps (the Rite of Spring)), the Chout ballet.
Eventually, SOVIET RUSSIA began to appear and socialize much of Russia’s art forms; his experimental, modern tones had to move to San Francisco.
After the first world war was over, he returned to Russia to much more favourable conditions. However, Prokofiev died on March the 5th, 1953 – the same day as Joseph Stalin.
As an aside, because everyone was SAD about Stalin’s death, they couldn’t carry Prokofiev’s body out for the funeral until the 8th.
His Opus Twelve is a collection of 10 works for either piano or harp, each one being completely different from the others (e.g. Number 5 is ‘Caprice: Allegretto capricciosamente’). It was composed between 1906 and 1913, and had its premiere in 1914. Number Seven (this one) is the ‘easiest’ to play…
Anywho, Prokofiev was an awesome man. I mean, anyone who composes anything that has a title like ‘The Love for Three Oranges’ has to be awesome.
Welp. I’m not sure if ya can hear it or not but my parents are cutting their fingernails or something in the background.
Yeah… recording this was hard, ’cause I wanted to do it at night for the ‘moonlight’ feel. But at night my parents are all yelling at me to sleep, so…
It also seems much louder in the camera than it should be…
Also, there are numerous mistakes even though this is quite a slow piece…
Claude-Achille Debussy was born in France in 1862. He began his piano lessons at seven years old, and three years later entered the Paris Conservatoire.
Though brilliant, he favoured dissonances and intervals not allowed at the time. It was through these that he became arguably one of the most important French composers ever. His music is extremely sensory (though ya can’t tell what with my horrible playing :V), and almost completely opposite the strict harmonic rules of the Baroque period.
His music basically defines the transition from Post-Romantic to Modern music, a major composer in the Impressionist field. He frequently used parallel chords, bitonality, exotic scales (such as whole tone and pentatonic), and sudden modulations.
When he was 28, in 1980, Debussy began work on his Suite bergamasque, a four-movement suite.
Just before 1905, Debussy made major revisions to the work, changing the names of the last two movements (from Pavane to Passepied, and from Promenade Sentimentale to Clair de lune). One of his most famous piano movements was indeed Clair de lune.
It strongly uses tempo rubato, which leaves many things up to the discretion of the pianist. Thus, the actual sound of the piece isn’t too strongly defined by how he composed it, but how someone plays it. :V I just made it sound horrible, sorry ._.
Anyways, in the middle of World War I, Debussy died of rectal cancer. His funeral procession gravely made its way through the streets of Paris, still being bombarded by German artillery shells.
He was 56 years old, and just about the most influential composer of the time.
ALSO my piano chair is squeaky. :V
I took my exam in mid-August, I think (I made an announcement around the time with lots of Lyrica-art :P). However, my camera quality SUCKED.
Dunno why but I just realized it doesn’t SUCK, it’s just fairly bad. So, I recorded this.
Funny thing is, it’s been EXACTLY a month (recorded Gallop on the 16th of August, recorded this on the 16th of September).
My mom stole my roll-y table-thingy, so I had to shoot from another angle – between my piano and one of the legs of my bed! Basically, I put a book on top of both (they’re of similar height) and put the camera on the book. Ya can’t see the book because if ya could it’d look silly.
Yes, that’s a bulbasaur in front of those curtains. No, they’re not curtains, those are my clothes and that’s my closet that doesn’t have a door. :V
My bed’s directly on top of the piano, so ya hear lots of reverberation as it’s surrounded on five sides. The side it isn’t surrounded on has me and
I’m FAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT that blocks it somewhat as well. OH WELL
I start off really badly because I haven’t played this for a month. Then again, the middle and end are really bad too.
For some background info; Chopin was of French-Polish descent, so he can be called Frédéric François Chopin (what he’s usually called), or Fryderyk Franciszek Chopin. Not sure which one’s easier to spell; the French version sounds simpler but has those c cedilles and e aigus (French class pays off!), and the Polish version just sounds weird. Ymagyne replacyng all those i’s wyth y’s :V
He composed a set of two polonaises; Polonaise in A major, op. 40, no.1, and Polonaise in C minor, op. 40, no… (ya can probably guess which number it is).
When the Nazis invaded Poland, as a protest a radio station broadcast the first polonaise daily. Eventually, the Nazis banned public performances of Chopin and destroyed a statue of him as well.
Some person once remarked that the first was “a symbol of glory, whilst the Polonaise in C minor is the symbol of Polish tragedy”. Though I’m not sure about the second one, and I didn’t play it as it should have sounded like, this polonaise is definitely, very glorious.
Art from danbooru (possibly NSFW ads)
That’s right, today’s ta day of my piano examination…
Actually, in approximately 5 minutes from now, I’ll begin ta exam. This actual post was written on like Friday or somethin :V
I don’t know what ta say…
MY ENTIRE FUTURE DEPENDS ON THIS I’ll probably have ta quit piano lessons if I fail this, but that doesn’t matter because music =/= lessons…
Not much more ta say, I guess…
Wish me luck?
(Though that’s useless for a piano exam :P)
Here’s me playing Gallop, by Christos Tsitsaros.
Anyways, for some backstory – my piano (RCM, though if ya live outside of Canadia ta means nothin to ya at all >_>) examination is coming up on ta Saturday, so I’ve gotta prepare for it and stuff.
Ya play a total of seven pieces, so I’mma upload all of those during ta week.
In the order I’mma play them in.
Gallop’s a modern piece, composed by Tsitsaros in 1996 in his “Nine Tales” collection.
I think it’s supposed to portray something galloping, but ya wouldn’t know cause I played it too horribly to listen to :V
I might say more stuff here but there’s nothin to say.
I realize there are tons of mistakes, and I’ll speak about ta later on. But not now because I need ta paint ta fence or somethin :/
Alright, so recently, I looked at textbooks for “harmony 4″. They were the freaking size of a dictionary. I hate workbooks. I hate textbooks. I pretty much hate any sort of giant book that contains repeated information. I mean, if you look at one of these harmony 4 books, they teach the concept on the first page, they give some exercises to you on the second. The other 20 pages in the section are to torture you with repeated questions that don’t mean the slightest thing to you any more.
Also, the week before your exam, all your parents do is tell you to go study. “Why are you playing computer games? Go study!” The dreaded day before your exam, everything is living hell, there’s no internet. The moment you step out of your room, “what are you doing out here, go back to your room and study!” One more thing, they’re so fricken heavy, especially when you have one for every subject.
However, there’s still one reason why I still use them.