Maybe you are Partched?

(Harry Partch in public)

Harry Partch (June 24, 1901 – September 3, 1974) was an American composer. He was one of the first twentieth-century composers to work extensively and systematically with microtonal scales, writing much of his music for instruments he built himself, tuned in 11-limit just intonation.

Interested in the potential musicality of speech, Partch worked out his first extended scales to notate the inflections of the speaking voice. He built his adapted viola to demonstrate the concept. In London on a grant he met the poet W. B. Yeats with the intention of gaining his permission to write an opera based on his translation of Sophocles’ Oedipus the King. He took another instrument he had built, an adapted guitar, to the meeting, and accompanied himself in one of his own songs on it. Yeats was enthusiastic, saying “a play done entirely in this way, with this wonderful instrument, and with this type of music, might really be sensational”, and giving Partch’s idea his blessing.

Partch set about building more instruments with which to realise his opera. However, his grant money ran out, and, back in the United States, he began to live as a hobo, travelling around on trains and taking casual work where he could find it. He continued in this way for ten years, writing about his experiences in journals that were later collected together under the title Bitter Music.

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the BOOKS i Lille Vega, 7. maj 2011

Det var sgu fedt!


Videobaggrunden, de spillede til, var en slags 4. medlem, der lagde beatet og bestemte hastigheden.

Jeg lærte the BOOKS at kende alene fra musikken, og opdagede dem først på youTube for et års tid siden. Først musik og egne billeder, så billeder, og så forstå, at deres musik er blevet eller altid har været, strengt bundet til en billedflade. Forunderligt, sært… Continue reading “the BOOKS i Lille Vega, 7. maj 2011”

Soap&Skin

Soap&Skin, aka. Anja Plaschg (f.1990)… Utrolig nerve og vibrerende intensistet!

store følelser har ingen alder

Anja Plaschg. Jeg kan aldrig elske hende, for jeg kommer aldrig til at kende hende, men jeg elsker hvad hendes følelser vækker mine følelser til. Nogen kalder det sorg. Det har jeg også selv følt. Men det er også jubel. Det er under alle omstændigheder stort.

soap & Skin @ Willkommen Österreich

Om Pausenotation, kaldet “Pausens Musik”

Pauser er personlige. Eller bør være det for digteren, i hvert fald.

Det er min holdning, at et digt skal læses, som det står skrevet… og således – med alle de mange forskellige pauselængder, som tegnsætning og linieskift er – skrives, som det skal læses og læses op. Jeg kalder det “pausenotation”.

Se det som rytmeangivelse – en styring af åndedræt og nærvær, som tilsammen bliver til digtets egen vejrtrækning. Continue reading “Om Pausenotation, kaldet “Pausens Musik””