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Neikrug Smiles (LCCMF)

Submitted by Sambo on Tue, 08/30/2011 - 12:04am
i. Ieva is like a mad scientist,
crouched over her lab
and determined until eternity.
It must be sincere passion.
 
ii. Rain pitter-patters on the rooftop,
but the musicians don’t let it bother them.
 
iii. If I close my eyes, it’ll be like
I’m back in that rehearsal room
where Marc Neikrug wrote in glissandos
and Jennifer Frautschi told nostalgic stories.
 
iv. There are four characters, Read more »

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Midnight Stroll (Neikrug)

Submitted by Sambo on Tue, 08/30/2011 - 12:02am
Eerie swamps 
from horror movies,
withering willows
on dark pathways,
moon-less
and star-less skies,
yet I cannot place my finger
on what this is.
 
Puzzle pieces that
don’t fit together,
but create a puzzle 
overall,
pictures that are irrelevant,
but draw a story.
 
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Brahms Quintet

Submitted by Sambo on Tue, 08/30/2011 - 12:00am
i.  Allegro
I see birds at pizzicatos,
and swinging branches at double stops.
Sweltering sunlight,
and the bird is on a journey.
Where colours of nature swing 
in the summer breeze,
and lilting songs weave
together though the 
crevices of leaves.  
And determination is all 
the bird is,
determination to reach
those last
resolving 
chords.
 
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Elegy (Harp)

Submitted by iseeyousee on Mon, 08/29/2011 - 9:14pm

 She left

a piece of herself

there

the ways we do

like glue, not

velcro.

It didn't come away

clean.

 

She left a piece of her there and

took a piece, too

tried to

transplant it

in me. In us

In the pans on the stove

the figures on the mantle

the books on the shelf

 

She left a piece of her there and

watched it wash away

(along with a white house. a red car. a yellow truck.

and other things

loved) Read more »

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Syntax

Submitted by gradster1 on Sun, 08/28/2011 - 4:30pm

Such poise they defy!
Such a careful, torrential
rain that falls, coating
lips with poems to blow
through glass, tasting of
terpsichore- a light touch
on the cheek could have easily
destroyed worlds, and
I'll be the first to say it's already
ripped through me.
A sudden change, and there's
already recognition, if
it is dim, weary. But:
Arrangement this profound
takes years,
so I know when her gift surprises,
it's hardly conclusive.

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Diction

Submitted by gradster1 on Sun, 08/28/2011 - 3:50pm

The ear is a wonderful organ;
hearing a wonderful sense.
Other truth lacks inspiration,
but music, our liberating jailor,
trusts us to speak for ourselves
when the dust settles-
after the last stormy wish is
thrown into the air, you can be sure,
you will find your heart's ease.
This artist's haven is
not tangible; solid corporality
does not suffice.
It is filled with
moderate vocabularies
describing liberal fantasy...
All the same source,
none the same method.

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Ieva (LCCMF)

Submitted by Sambo on Sat, 08/27/2011 - 11:17pm
Ieva hums gently under the bustle of ivory keys,
lost in her own utopia.
Her fingers dance in chromatics while her eyes round the room
and she is almost startled to see me,
a speck in a vast room. 
 
Like waves crashing upon the shore,
she stomps on the keys in final chords,
and it is all so riveting that she 
lets go,
and 

breathes. 

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Magic of Music

Submitted by Sambo on Sat, 08/27/2011 - 11:15pm

Resolving g-chords,
flowers of all sorts blooming.
Magic of music.

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Musical Math (LCCMF)

Submitted by Sambo on Sat, 08/27/2011 - 12:17am
There is something symmetrical about Elley-Long 
that complements the asymmetry of music
perfectly.   
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A Smile is a Thousand Notes (Teng Li)

Submitted by Sambo on Sat, 08/27/2011 - 12:16am
 
Her smile is worth a thousand notes, 
even more words, 
and an infinite number of feelings.
When she smiles, 
she brings a unique warmth to the piece
that no other musician
can replicate.  
Her smile is blooming flowers
and peering rainbows
on gloomy spring days.
What is incredible is that she has
the power to change her music.
What’s even more incredible 
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Neikrug (LCCMF)

Submitted by Sambo on Sat, 08/27/2011 - 12:15am
I am careful not to breathe too loudly in this confined space, where ivory keys clash against sound proof walls and the vent clatters from musical vibrations.  I’m almost self-conscious of my heartbeat and the flowing ink from my pen.  
 
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The Pianist (LCCMF)

Submitted by Sambo on Sat, 08/27/2011 - 12:14am
Ieva Jokubaviciute, the pianist
 
She conceals herself beneath quarter notes and eighth rests 
behind the grand piano,
where all I can see 
are the blond strands of hair
dancing away.   
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Clouds

Submitted by reverie on Fri, 08/26/2011 - 10:03am

I can't stop thinking about your piece. It brought back memories I didn't know I had of a summer by the seashore when the sun didn't ever shine but I played alone in the ocean anyways. I liked the taste of saltwater on my tongue. I would gather shells in a bag and they would rattle as I walked, a delicate crash. Returning home, my mother would sit by the piano and play for hours while I sat on a small wooden chair. Read more »

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Journeys to Music (Young Composers' Workshop)

Submitted by Sambo on Thu, 08/25/2011 - 11:12pm
How a line can be three words,
three words can be nine,
nine to twenty-seven,
and it is math class all over again.  
 
How words can be feelings,
scripted into shapes & forms,
circles and triangles and squares,
colors that mix like chords.
 
How pictures can meld together,
where the lines of the paper connect
and bond into infinite molecules.
How they move through the unity
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In Living Color

Submitted by reverie on Thu, 08/25/2011 - 9:46pm

 

This

blue light

and stone facade

is so different from the poised walls, Read more »

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Pause

Submitted by lovetowrite on Thu, 08/25/2011 - 5:04pm

 the silence

between movements

is like a breath--

everyone seems to

wake up,

momentarily,

out of the lull

the music puts us into.

the musicians smile,

their perfect posture relaxes;

they breathe too.

pages turn,

stands are adjusted,

and then, soon,

they're off,

and we fall under their spell

once more.

 

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Musicians

Submitted by lovetowrite on Thu, 08/25/2011 - 5:00pm

 There is such camaraderie between the musicians.  They have to trust each other to play the right notes at the right time, and at the right tempo.  You can see them watching each other as they play, making minute adjustments in their own motions if needed, smiling when they make eye contact with each other, smiling simply because of the beauty of the music they play.  The program given to all the audience members as they walked into Elley-Long has a tagli Read more »

Non Periodic Passacaglia (LCCMF)

Submitted by iseeyousee on Thu, 08/25/2011 - 4:29pm
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 Where do you get the certainty

to place your fingers on the string and

bow so

stressfully so

intensely so

sure

you've hit the 

perfect pitch

you can't afford

imperfection

 

An where

do you get the confidence

to break a few bowhairs

with your

head tucked

in the curve of your cello

 

Maybe

you've got the binary

codes

stashed somewhere,

secretly,

in your head.

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Teng Li

Submitted by lovetowrite on Thu, 08/25/2011 - 2:10pm

the violist’s face is

almost

as expressive as her bow. 

her eyebrows scrunch up occasionally,

lips turn up at the corners in times of rest,

and at some moments,

her eyes close

completely;

she stretches her whole body back while her instrument is silent, Read more »

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Mozart in g minor

Submitted by lovetowrite on Thu, 08/25/2011 - 1:48pm

 The piece starts on an ominous note—six, to be exact.  The strings open up with a strong refrain that is repeated multiple times throughout the movement, and the piano echoes them.  The entire movement is one of anger, it seems—a lover’s quarrel, perhaps.Read more »

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Mozart in g minor

Submitted by lovetowrite on Thu, 08/25/2011 - 1:45pm

 The piece starts on an ominous note—six, to be exact.  The strings open up with a strong refrain that is repeated multiple times throughout the movement, and the piano echoes them.  The entire movement is one of anger, it seems—a lover’s quarrel, perhaps.Read more »

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"Our Imagination Fills in all the Rest..." ~Soovin Kim

Submitted by Titania on Wed, 08/24/2011 - 12:49pm

 

How is it possible?

The trills melt from her bow,

effortless,

the bow deceptive

as it glides smoothly,

almost serenely,

while her long fingers step-dance

with frenzied,

precise movements.

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Dearest Elley-Long (LCCMF)

Submitted by Sambo on Mon, 08/22/2011 - 9:58pm
Dearest Elley-Long (LCCMF)
This feels almost unfinished.  But I've decided to post what I have so far.  I will most likely add a bit more throughout the week.  
 
In this brick-façade building of ours,
where murmurs in the arched entrance buzz 
along with the resonance of emotion-heavy cello strokes,
where pastels blend in anomalous formations
into the g major chords of the honey-colored violins,
where eyelids carry us to distant lands Read more »

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Beginnings (LCCMF)

Submitted by Calliope on Mon, 08/22/2011 - 7:59pm

 

(A rehearsal of the Dvořák String Sextet in A Major, Op. 48)
 
The hall is dark, although not silent. There are the sounds of preparation – at first only voices discussing rehearsal schedules and the clatter of chairs being arranged. But then, as if there had been a song in the air the entire time just waiting to be found, a few notes are played. Suddenly, the hall is filled with tuning as musicians and empty instrument cases populate the stage. There are greetings, and stories and jokes are traded as music is opened and stands adjusted.
 
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Dvorak's Story (Dvorak Sextet)

Submitted by Sambo on Sun, 08/21/2011 - 11:30pm
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As that last chord resonates into the walls of Elley-Long, 
and a cough & clatter accompany it,
anticipation swims through the audience.
There is an air of uncertainty between movements II and III.  
Some prepare their hands for applause,
others send disdainful looks.
Some flutter their eyelids from Dvorak lullabies
and soft harmonies,
only to be startled by the vibrant opening to the third movement.
 
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Soulmates with Music (LCCMF)

Submitted by Sambo on Sun, 08/21/2011 - 11:28pm
Out of the eight years I’ve been a violinist, the violin has been my enemy for six of them.  Today, my heart lies within my violin, within classical music.  I’ll never know what provoked this change of heart, but now it’s as if classical music is all I can look upon to pull me through the ups & downs.  
 
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Pre-Concert Talk (Our Long War)

Submitted by Sambo on Sun, 08/21/2011 - 11:24pm
She is wearing colors around her,
those which complement the pastels of Elley-Long
and the temporary garden beside her.
 
She is “ums” and “uhs”,
nerves and shakes,
but as she holds her heart’s words in her hands,
the tremble from her voice abates, and 
she is on & on & on
with words from the soul,
tucking her gently clipped hair beneath her ears occasionally.
 
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Dvorak Concert (Dvorak Part 3)

Submitted by Titania on Sun, 08/21/2011 - 9:49pm

 

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I watch the six faces, changed and yet the same since the morning’s rehearsal: no crossed legs, no pauses for adjustment, only the gift of music, placed into our minds as though each of us was chosen individually, and this blessing of phrase is intended for only my ears.

     Something in the first movement is like a sunrise, rising full of color to light the bustle and variety of life below—markets and mansions, lords and laymen.

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Dvorak Rehearsal (Part 2)

Submitted by Titania on Sun, 08/21/2011 - 9:47pm
Dvorak Rehearsal (Part 2)

 

The trick with writing words from music is not creation, but translation. How can I convey the piece in anything but notes? How do I describe something I hear so well to someone who hears only my words?

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Dvorak Rehearsal (Part 1)

Submitted by Titania on Sun, 08/21/2011 - 9:46pm

 

I love how one thing can change so much: one half-step changes a dangerous, swirling danse macabre into a bright ballroom serenade. One repeated note on a viola echoes a racing heartbeat, and even in the ballroom you cannot relax; you know, in your heart of hearts, that the macabre is not over, that this serenade is instead a masquerade, and midnight approaches. Read more »

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