Thoughts, photos, and videos of the decade just gone by

Wow, another decade is in the books. We're on to the Twenties.

My feelings on the Teens are rather mixed. Societally, worldwide and nationally, I think 2010-2019 represent at best a series of missed opportunities and at worst some serious regressions. But for me personally? The decade was pretty damned good, for the most part. I got ahead professionally at The Day Job, and my writing career continued to advance, even if it took routes that I didn't entirely expect when 2010 dawned. But this was the decade I got back to hard-core fiction writing after the emotional upheavals of the Aughts made writing deeply difficult.

In 2010 my attitude was, "I wonder if I can write that space opera book." As 2019 exits, I've published three of the books in that series with the fourth coming right along for release in 2020. I've published the first book in another series, and I currently have four other novels drafted and awaiting my push into the world. I was a lonely blogger, and now I'm kind-of still that...but I'm also a writer for The Geekiverse, where I get to geek out about things of my choosing.

I launched my official author site as well, ForgottenStars.net. I haven't been nearly as consistent as I should have been with that space, and even now I'm struggling to figure all that out. Hopefully in 2020 I'll start to "get my shit together" a bit on that score. I'm trying to add some structure to my creative life, because I'm finding as I get older that the scattershot approach isn't nearly as conducive to getting things done in a productive way as it was when I was younger.

As far as my "personal brand" goes, I guess it stayed pretty much the way it always was. Books, music, movies, food, drink, nature, occasional travel, and let's not forget the bib overalls and the pies in the face! I probably have to admit that at this point I am a collector of bib overalls (when you set up eBay email alerts for specific things, it's time to admit that you're collecting them), and I continue to find delight in getting hit in the face with a pie.

Anyway, I've been photographically documenting my adventures for years, first on Flickr and then more recently on Instagram. Here is a small selection of the goings-on of the last decade. Lots of nature, and overalls, and dogs and cats, and pies! These are not presented particularly chronologically.






















































































I also occasionally make videos and post them to YouTube. I've thought about "vlogging" in the past, but I've never really found the time or motivation to get into all that (though I don't rule out appearing on other peoples' shows and such). Mostly my videos are just forays into me getting hit with pies. Here are the ones I made in the 2010s (links only--I don't want to take up a ton of space embedding them all):

How to Properly Dispose of Three Coconut Cream Pies
Anatomy of a Pieing
A Pie in the Face is a Wonderful Thing! (A compilation)
Smush or Splat?
The Porphyria Pie Challenge (pies self-administered)
Pi Day 2015 (pies self-administered)
How to play the Pieface Game if you don't have the game (pies self-administered)
Pielexa: A new treatment for RBF! (repurposed footage)
The Evil Lurking Pie-wielding Cosplayer of Chestnut Ridge
Pi Day 2016
A retirement gift for my friend Joyce: She gets to pie me
Pi Day 2018 (a silent movie...I like the way this one turned out!)

Goodness, that's a lot of pies in my face in the 2010s, especially when I consider that I didn't even get pied in 2019. I suppose I could stop, but where's the fun in that!

Anyway, those are my thoughts on the decade that's just ending. Let's bring on the new one. Even if my 2010s weren't that bad, the world needs a better decade. Badly. And it's in our hands to make it happen, folks. So let's get it done!

2010-2019: A decade in words

Wow, not just a year ending, but a decade!

Here is a selection of my favorite posts from the last ten years. How much longer will this go on? Who knows! I'd like to get back into more essay and photo content around here than the YouTube music selections, so here's hoping.

Grouped by year:

2010

Remembering Dr. Warren Schmidt
The Behaviors of Mr. George Costanza

2011

"Thy world, O master of the world, thy dawn: Reflections on On Her Majesty's Secret Service
On That Day

2012

On finally seeing Les Miserables on stage
An open letter to Castle
Last Dance: Farewell, Donna Summer
The Many Faces of Monti Carlo
How Superman's Butt Saved Christmas

2013

Tip Your Server!
On Rober Ebert
When I was a kid, I wanted to be Bud Herseth
Louis CK is full of crap.
A night with the Philharmonic

2014

Killing the darlings: How I edit
On building my library
First thoughts on dog ownership
We survived "Snowvember

2015

Ranking the James Bond songs
No, John Williams did not rip off Dvorak
On the passing of Leonard Nimoy
Meet Hank, my internal editor
On waffles
Keeping ahead of the Smiths: Thoughts on the Minimum Wage
I explain the plot of Octopussy

Thanksgiving in New York City:
one
two
three

2016

A moonlit triptych
Star Trek at 50
A love letter to Crazy Ex Girlfriend
A really good book about Star Wars

2017

On Richard Thompson and Cul De Sac
Dear 44
Dear 45
A memory from each grandmother
"Let Me Help": Thoughts on "The City on the Edge of Forever" at Fifty
STAR WARS at 40
On "Choosing happiness"
The final victory of JR Ewing: Thoughts on the 45th President

2018

Memories of Dr. Janice Wade

2019

On Books, Hoarding, and Joy
My grandfather's watch
Travels along the Yellow Brick Road
Apollo at 50

Keeping these separate, here are my thoughts on the Star Wars movies that have been released since the Disney takeover:

The Force Awakens

The Phantom Lucas
Wait, what?
Poe, Rey, Me
That kid ain't right
The praise awakens!

Rogue One

The Last Jedi

Amazing. Every word of what you just said was wrong.
It's time for the Jedi to end.
We fought to the end.
A flyboy, a mechanic, and a janitor walk into a bar....
A Rose is what Moses supposes his toeses!
People will come, Rey!
Snokin' in the Boys' Room
Are you the fellow who designed St. Paul's?
Attack of the Screw-ups
Happy beeps, buddy! Happy beeps!

The following are from my official site, ForgottenStars.net:

On THE WEST WING and storytelling in miniature
Remembering William Goldman
On Writing Longhand

In all honesty, I don't use my Official Site as strongly as I should, because I've never really figured out a focus for it. That's something I hope to do in 2020.

I have also been writing for the last few years for The Geekiverse. Here is a selection of my output:

An introduction, and five summer movies
Shhh! You'll spoil it! (Thoughts on spoilers)
THE PHANTOM MENACE at twenty
Farewell, MAD Magazine
Apollo at 50
Oh, snap: A closer look at Thanos's and Hulk's fingersnaps
The REAL ranking of the STAR WARS movies

Tone Poem Tuesday

Thus we end 2019! I'll hear this work newly performed tomorrow night, when it is the traditional second encore in the Vienna Philharmonic's New Years Concert. It's not a new year until I hear On the Beautiful Blue Danube.

See you in 2020, folks!

Your Daily Dose of Christmas!

TODAY'S THE DAY!!!

And if you didn't get to hear your personal favorite Christmas carol in this feature this season, I apologize...but here's an entire album that covers almost the entire gamut. This is one of the great Christmas music recordings of all time: The Many Moods of Christmas, featuring the Atlanta Symphony Orchestra and the Robert Shaw Chorale, conducted by Robert Shaw. Interestingly, the digital Atlanta Symphony recording was a follow-up to a 1963 recording of mostly the same music, also featuring Robert Shaw and his Chorale (but back then with the RCA Victor Symphony Orchestra). Enjoy, and may each and every one of you enjoy the very happiest of holidays!!!

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As Christmas nears each year, eventually the boisterous jollity of the season fades and the need for silence rises, and as we all adjourn from our daily lives to the sequestered comfort of our home (or, at least, so we hope), we look inward. I know that I do as the outside world fades away. I think this sentiment was captured wonderfully by Bill Watterson in this one-panel installment of Calvin and Hobbes:

Musically, this brings me to Silent Night, one of the most magical of all Christmas carols. It was written in 1818 by Franz Xaver Gruber, who was given the words by a local priest who needed a Christmas carol that could be accompanied by guitar as the organ in his church had been damaged by flooding. What resulted is one of the most enduring of all Western songs.

What makes Silent Night so effective? Well, the lyrics are quite wonderful and evocative, painting word-pictures of the miracle taking place in Bethlehem and exhorting us to sleep in peace before we wake to the new dawn, heralded by the birth of God's son. But it's not just the words. Those lyrics are wedded to a melody that almost perfectly captures the song's dual themes of restful peace in the face of a transcendent miracle. Silent Night combines falling intervals, especially the minor third which seems to eternally connote motherhood and the protection of rest at home, with upward leaps and climbs that musically challenge us to see the light dawning in that manger. That's how I see it, anyway. Just the way the tune of Silent Night unfolds speaks to something primal, something hard-wired in us.

Here is Sinead O'Connor performing Silent Night.

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As a film music lover, here is some Christmas from the movies!

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An annual selection here, as I feature a Christmas carol that is specifically near and dear to a particular reader of mine ("Hi Mom!" he said as he cheerfully waved). It's one that I never knew much about until a couple of years ago, though. "Bring a Torch, Jeanette, Isabella" originated in the Provence region of France, which seems to be a particularly productive region of France for beautiful things. The carol's lyrics tell the story of two girls who discover that a certain baby has been born to a woman who has been bunking down in a stable. They run off to tell the villagers of the miracle that has occurred and bring them back to pay homage, cautioning them to remain silent so the baby can sleep. (One wonders if one of the villagers the two girls fetch happens to be a young boy with a drum, but anyway.)

The tune is lovely in that wonderful way of pre-Baroque music, and even when played slow it has a gentle dance rhythm befitting the folk music of the peasants of Provence. Here are several renditions of this lovely carol (including a couple of instrumentals).

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Here's the entire album of A Charlie Brown Christmas, because it's just a classic.

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A lovely work by John Rutter for today.

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I've always loved "The Little Drummer Boy," so here are several to choose from. Pa rum pa pum pum!

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In honor of the fiftieth anniversary of On Her Majesty's Secret Service (see the next post down), here's the only Christmas song ever specifically composed for a James Bond movie: "Do You Know How Christmas Trees Are Grown?"

"Thy dawn, O master of the world, thy dawn....": ON HER MAJESTY'S SECRET SERVICE AT 50 (a repost)

Fifty years ago today, on December 18, 1969, the sixth James Bond movie opened. Its initial reception was mixed, partly because the Bond mania of the 60s was simmering down, and partly because it was the first time that Sean Connery had not starred as Agent 007, in favor of complete unknown newcomer George Lazenby. While I didn't see the movie until an ABC telecast sometime in the early 80s, I liked it from that very first viewing and it very quickly shot up my personal rankings until by the time I was fifteen or sixteen I was willing to crown it as my favorite Bond movie of all time. And while certain opinions that we have in our youth shift as we learn and grow, some do not...and for me, this is one of the opinions that stuck. To this day, almost 19 movies later, OHMSS has never been equaled.

I wrote the following essay almost nine years ago and repost it here without a single word changed, except to fix a broken link.




Sometimes I change my mind about movies. Sometimes I don't. Some movies meant a lot to me, years ago, but have dropped away to the point that I've forgotten about them. Other movies, though, have stayed with me forever. One of those is On Her Majesty's Secret Service, the sixth James Bond film, which I have regarded since I was a teenager as the best Bond film ever made. In fact, I consider it one of my favorite films of all time, in any genre.

My long examination of the film, with lots of screencaps, after the page break.

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I love traditional Christmas music as much as anybody, but it's also fun to hear Christmas music performed on non-traditional instruments! Here are a couple of selections of such:

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Another song I feature annually: Dan Fogelberg's Same Old Lang Syne. For my thoughts on this song, I refer you to this old post. Suffice it to say that this song's bittersweet nature appeals to me more and more with every passing year.

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Oddly, I cannot conceive of the Christmas Season without The Nutcracker, and yet to this day, I have never attended a live performance of the ballet. This is something I very much need to correct one of these years! But I was fortunate to play principal trumpet in my college orchestra for four years, each one of which saw The Nutcracker Suite on our Christmas program. Few pieces of music transport me to a specific time and place, but The Nutcracker Suite to me is always brightly-lit rehearsal halls as another icy Iowa winter revs up outside through those tall windows, with Maestro Janice Wade leading the orchestra (and always, always, always yelling at us for trying to slow down, in spite of the complete lack of instruction to do so in the score, at the end of the "Waltz of the Flowers."

Anyhow, I'll give you two options here! If you have time, give the entire ballet a listen! I'm always of the belief that given the choice between hearing the entire work and hearing extracts, one should hear the entire work. But if you don't have time, the Suite is perfectly acceptable. Here are both: the whole thing, and the Suite.

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A Star Trek holiday classic!

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Sometimes the definitive version of a song really is the first one.

Here's Judy Garland.

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If you read the Daily Dose of Christmas below and wonder which Frank Sinatra song I remember from very early in my youth, it's this one. Here's "Love's Been Good to Me".

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Wow...today is the birthday of the Chairman of the Board himself, Mr. Frank Sinatra! He would have been 104 today. What a star he was! There's never been a time when his voice wasn't a part of my life. One of the songs I remember most from when I was very young was a Sinatra song.

Here's something I found earlier today: a complete episode of a Dean Martin teevee show, with Frank Sinatra joining along with a bunch of family members. This was recorded more than fifty years ago, and it's sobering to see a number featuring Sinatra's and Martin's sons Frank Jr. and Ricci, and to know that both of those men--young, good-looking fellows here--have also died.

Enjoy!


(Long-time readers of mine may notice that late in the show here, Mr. Sinatra sings "Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas"...without the lyric change that Sinatra himself later foisted upon the world, totally changing the feel of the song! Amazing!)

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It snowed at Casa Jaquandor today! Not an awful amount, just six or seven inches or so. Nothing to get nervous about. But that kind of conjures up a mood for a sleigh ride, right? Here are a few versions!

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If you're familiar with the work of Robert Russell Bennett, you're almost certainly familiar with the work he did using the tunes and melodies of other composers. And if you have any love of American musical theater of the 20th century, then you're almost certainly familiar with the work of Robert Russell Bennett, and you may not even realize it! Bennett was largely known for his work as an arranger and orchestrator for many of the great Broadway shows of the classic era of American musical theater. Look at the fine print of many of those albums and you'll see something along the lines of "Arrangements by Robert Russell Bennett" or "Orchestrations by Russell Bennett".

Bennett also arranged many fine orchestral suites of Broadway music, which have become staples in the repertoire of Pops orchestras all over the world. Bennett's suites are almost always fine compositions in their own right, with Bennett giving a lot of thought to the melodies and how they should sound in a purely orchestral setting. The suites are more than worth listening to on their own, proving that dramatic music does not always need to be heard in its original context to be effective.

Here is the Porgy and Bess: A Symphonic Picture by Robert Russell Bennett. Enjoy!

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Today's featured piece is apparently really obscure, and it really shouldn't be. At all. Ralph Vaughan Williams is one of the most revered British composers of the 20th century, and a lot of his music is not only frequently heard but in the standard repertory. So why is his masque On Christmas Night, a work inspired by Dickens's A Christmas Carol so unknown? I only discovered it purely by accident last week while listening to one of RVW's more famous Christmas-themed works. On Christmas Night wasn't even recorded at all until 2006, when Richard Hickox led the City of London Sinfonia, chorus, and soloists. Googling the piece didn't turn up much more, and the only in-depth information I was able to find comes from a review on Classical.Net, which I excerpt here:

Michael Kennedy's standard book on the composer's life and works doesn't mention it, except in the catalogue. This is its very first recording. Vaughan Williams called it a "masque," mainly because he hated the ballet's dancing on point, and he appropriated Dickens's "Christmas Carol" as its basis. He also drastically telescoped Dickens's plot. It's Vaughan Williams light, but "light" doesn't mean "slight."

On Christmas Night is wonderfully dramatic as it traces Dickens's tale, and as it's clearly meant to be used for a dance company, RVW alternates between beauty and coldness and drama and austere mystery, with familiar Christmas songs scattered throughout. After playing On Christmas Night through several times over the last week or so, I cannot fathom how it has so completely eluded the concert halls and ballet stages of the world since RVW wrote it in 1926. I hope you enjoy it! Here is On Christmas Night.

Scenes of Almost-Winter

As I write this we're about eleven days or so from the start of winter. I live in the Buffalo area, though, and winter is starting to show itself, like an impatient performer eager to take the stage. In fact, around here the last third of autumn really tends to be indistinguishable from autumn. We're not blanketed with a snowpack that will last months just yet, but it's coming. Meantime, here is a set of wintry images from Western New York. The first photo is from November 3; the last from yesterday.

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Enya.

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OK, so after a really busy day of errands and whatnot yesterday I suddenly remembered about 11:00pm that I hadn't posted a Daily Dose, so I went with a comedy number by Johnny Carson that I use every year. But that's far from the only comedic take on The Twelve Days of Christmas! Nope, not at all. In fact, it's probably more common to hear comedic takes on that old carol than to hear the thing actually performed straight. Cases in point:











This one here is particularly neat if you're a music history buff:



And what about twelve days after Christmas?


And if you must hear "12 Days" performed perfectly nicely with no comedy attached, here you go:

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One of my favorite Christmas comedy bits:

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Even now it comes as a surprise to a lot of people that the trumpet isn't just an instrument for blazing fanfares and astonishing brass coluratura fireworks. The trumpet can be a deeply lyrical instrument as well, as is heard in this short selection by the amazing Tine Thing Helseth. Here is Ms. Helseth with "In the Bleak Midwinter".

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So tonight I get to go see a live performance by the biggest star I will ever have seen live: Celine Dion! In that case, we'd better hear some of her Christmas work, right?

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Scottish singer and songwriter Dougie MacLean has been a favorite artist of mine for years, but I only just today learned that he wrote a Christmas song of his own. And here it is!

Tone Poem Tuesday

So this week we conclude our trip through Dvorak's trio of tone poems that he called "Nature, Life, and Love" with the Othello Overture. There was some definite Shakespearean inspiration for Dvorak here, but it's not wise to try to find exact correspondences in the music to the drama. The overture is definitely more stormy and takes a darker tone than the previous two installments in this trio of overtures. For a work whose alternate title indicates that what is being explored is love, it certainly seems that Dvorak has a view of love that doesn't exclude that emotion's more introspective and combative elements.

Here is Dvorak's Othello Overture.

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Here are some selections from the album The Bells of Dublin, a Christmas album by The Chieftains and various other artists. Enjoy! (The third selection is a bit of Christmas-themed gallows humor, if you thought that such a thing could exist!)

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One of the great sopranos left us just a couple of months ago: Jessye Norman, who died September 30 at 74 years of age. Norman was not only an amazing singer with the kind of voice that could fill a cathedral, but she was also extremely versatile, refusing to be typecast or limited in the roles she was able to perform or music she was able to sing. (She was even quoted at one point as saying "Pigeonholes are for pigeons." Norman had impeccable dramatic control of her voice at all times, and she sang with a stunning clarity that was always something amazing to hear.

This song was actually written for Jessye Norman, by composer Donald Fraser. I haven't been able to find a whole lot of information about it, but Fraser might have written it while at a party at which Norman was guest of honor. The song's title is "This Christmastide", but it is also apparently known as "Jessye's Carol". Enjoy!

Memories of a Map

When I was a kid we had a map on the wall of the United States. I haven't thought of that map in years, until...well, I'll get to that.

The Wife and I just got back from a one-night trip to Rochester, where one of the things we did was shop at a very large antique mall. One reason I love antiquing, in addition to the fact that you can really get some unique items, is that each thing there has a memory of some kind attached to it. Not necessarily mine, but in this age of disposable stuff hanging from hooks in clamshell plastic boxes in stores, to look at things that belonged to someone once is pretty special. And if I can find an item that matches something I used to own, well, that's definitely special. Many times when I'm antiquing I'll see something--a particular set of cookie cutters, for example, or maybe a movie tie-in drinking glass that Burger King once sold, a glass that we actually had. When I see an antique item for sale that we used to own, it transports me instantly. It doesn't matter in the least bit if the item in question is one that I haven't thought about in several decades.

I had that same experience last night while scrolling through Twitter. One person re-tweeted (for those not on Twitter, that's when you re-post something someone else said, to call it to the attention of people who are following your Twitter feed) a tweet from a person who apparently regularly visits estate sales. This person said the following:

I go estate sale shopping regularly and whenever I find an unfinished embroidery project I buy it and finish it bc there’s no way that soul is resting with an unfinished project left behind. One day I found this stunner for $5.

She went on to tell a story about a series of embroidered quilt squares that she found, and her desire to buy all those squares and finish that quilt. That's a very lovely thought, but what stopped me in my tracks was the photo that accompanied the tweet quoted above. She refers to "this stunner", and the stunner was this embroidered map of the United States:

That is what stopped me cold.

My grandmother, you see, embroidered that very map for my family. It hung on our wall for years, but eventually...I honestly don't know. I suppose it went the route of many such things as the years passed and as we moved from house to house to house before finally settling. I couldn't even tell you reliably which house was the last one we lived in when I remember seeing this map on the wall, but...it was there, for a long time.

And I have never once thought about that old embroidered US map at all, not one single time, in all the years from whenever the last time I looked at it as a kid was to this very day. When it just showed up, quite entirely randomly, in my Twitter feed.

You never know what memories are lying around, buried deep enough to not be recalled but not so deep that a single image seen while lazily scrolling some corner of the Internet can't jolt it back to the present, as if that memory had never been mislaid in the first place.

The person who posted about that embroidered map is Shannon Downey of Badass Cross Stitch. You can read the account of her finding the map on her twitter feed, here. Just keep scrolling down.

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Wow, it's December already! I remember when I was a kid having adults tell me how much quicker the years go by when you're older, and like every other kid I suppose, I pretty much blew off that wisdom at the time. After all, it stood in such blazing contrast to my own experience, when the years just ground on by, when the concept of "a year from now" seemed like an eternity. And now...here I am, a mere 48 years old with hopefully quite a few to go, and I find myself sitting here on December 1 saying, "Ye Gods, where did my year go?" Another year over...what have I done?

Those are thoughts for another day...but for now, as December dawns, here is Melissa Ethridge singing the words of John Lennon.

Tone Poem Tuesday

This week we have the second part of Dvorak's trilogy of tone poems that he called "Nature, Life, and Love": the "Carnival" overture. This overture launches into a dance-like rhythm from the very opening bars, and its energy almost never abates throughout, and by the time the work ends nine minutes or so later,you can almost hear the wild dancers in a village square exhaling with relief as they are finally allowed to fall, gasping, to the ground as the orchestra's work ends. As a representation of the sheer energy and joy of life that often inhabits Dvorak's music, the "Carnival" overture is unusually potent.

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How about some Star Trek music!

Specifically, the incidental music from an episode of The Original Series. More specifically, the episode Metamorphosis.

If you've never seen this particular episode, I can't recommend it highly enough; I consider it Star Trek at its best. In the episode a mysterious energy field takes over a shuttlecraft on which Captain Kirk, Mr. Spock, and Dr. McCoy are en route back to the Enterprise after picking up an ambassador named Nancy Hedford, because the ambassador has contracted a rare disease and has to receive treatment. The energy field diverts the shuttle to an uncharted planet which is home to a single human man, and it turns out that this man is Zefram Cochrane, inventor of the warp drive and a man who should be dead because he lived something like two hundred years prior to the episode. We learn that he was brought to this planet by that energy field, and that the field has brought Kirk, Spock, McCoy, and the ambassador there to provide Cochrane with companionship.

After some ill-fated attempts at escape, Kirk and company realize that the energy field (which Cochrane calls "The Companion") is actually female (keep in mind, this show was written by 1960s views on gender roles) and considers itself Cochrane's lover. They try to convince The Companion to let them go, with Kirk pointing out that since Cochrane and the Companion are different species, they can never truly love. The Companion merges with Ambassador Hedford, curing her disease and thus becoming human, and as Kirk and company depart, Cochrane and Hedford/the Companion are settling in for a lifetime together.

Setting aside the 1960s notions of love and gender, Metamorphosis is one of the finest science fiction love stories I know, relying on insight and discussion over phasers and fistfights. It also boasts a deeply lovely and finely textured music score by George Duning which highlights the otherworldly nature of the beings involved and the hesitant wonder of their first steps into the world of love. This suite was apparently edited together by someone with good sound processing abilities, even if they weren't entirely able to isolate the music from the occasional sound effects of the show. Enjoy!

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Let's check in on Antonin Dvorak, shall we? He's always good for a solid listen, and today's work is no exception. It's the concert overture In Nature's Realm, which Dvorak composed as part of a trilogy of concert overtures. The entire trilogy was called Nature, Life, and Love, but Dvorak eventually split the three component works of the trilogy up, resulting in the present work, Carnival, and Othello. We'll hear the other two in due course, but In Nature's Realm is a typically wonderful Dvorak work, full of pastoral beauty, natural lyricism, and that ever-typical Dvorakian energy and momentum. Like most of this composer's works, there is a sense of proportion that hews throughout, and the opening passages with answering motifs that sound like horn calls as they build to the first big statement suggest the magic of a sunrise in verdant hills.

Antonin Dvorak is the type of composer to whom I like to return when the air is coldest and the sky darkest, if that makes sense. He reminds me of warmer and sunnier days. Here is his In Nature's Realm overture.

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Oddly, given my love of Sergei Rachmaninov, it's odd that I've heard this particular work of his only a couple of times, and not at all in the last five or six years. "The Rock" is a tone poem Rachmaninov wrote early in his career, when he was just twenty years old. The piece is surprisingly impressionistic and colorful for a composer who would later be known for achingly lyrical post-Romanticism, but the work also displays Rachmaninov's skill for orchestration, all the more surprising for a composer so strongly associated with the piano (contrasting with, say, Franz Liszt, whose orchestrations were occasionally bound by his deep understanding of the piano).

The Rock is partially based on a fragment of poetry:

The golden cloud slept through the night
Upon the breast of the giant-rock

The piece also draws (according to the composer) from a Chekhov short story in which a man, stuck in a blizzard, tells a young woman the story of his life and his struggles. There is certainly that kind of brooding at work here in this piece...but of course there's brooding. We're talking about Sergei Rachmaninov here.

Here is The Rock.

Something for Thursday

I just read a short while ago that Valerie Heywood, a violist with the Buffalo Philharmonic Orchestra, recently passed away suddenly and unexpectedly. Harper served with the orchestra as principal violist from 1991 to 2017, and she remained with the orchestra after stepping down from the Principal Viola chair. The viola has always been my personal favorite of the string family for a number of reasons, but I am chiefly drawn to its mid-range tone between the soaring heights of the violins and the tenor body of the cellos. The viola tends to be overlooked a lot of the time, and while the concert literature abounds with great concerted works for violin and cello, there are fewer such pieces for the viola, so when the violist gets a chance to shine, it's usually a special moment. The solo viola is used to amazing effect in Berlioz's second symphony, Harold in Italy, but that work isn't a concerto designed to exhibit the violist's skill but rather a symphony where the solo violist is an extra, added voice that adds perspective to the symphony's action.

Here, offered in remembrance of Valerie Heywood, is the Viola Sonata in D minor by Mikhail Glinka. Thank you for your musical gifts, Ms. Heywood.

Tone Poem Tuesday

After the month of dark and grim and scary and brooding music, let's return to something a bit lighter, shall we? This duofold selection is one of the most beloved opera extracts of all time; in fact, this selection is so popular that it has almost completely overshadowed the actual opera from which it comes. The Polka and Fugue from Schwanda the Bagpiper is nine minutes of pure delight. The opera was written by Jaromir Weinberger, a Czech composer who later emigrated to the United States. Weinberger was apparently prolific, but only this particular opera lives on of all his works, and that only occasionally. The Polka and Fugue is a mainstay of concert halls and recordings, though. It's quite an orchestral showpiece and a complex bit of contrapuntal writing (apparently a particular strength of Weinberger as a composer), and this performance especially puts the "showpiece" aspects of the work on display. You should listen to this with the sound up a bit, if you can; this is vintage Chicago Symphony Orchestra when Fritz Reiner was at the helm. The former trumpet player in me thrills at these old recordings, hearing Adolph Herseth soaring above it all. Just try not to dwell too much on the fact that the photo of Reiner on the video itself shows him as he apparently always looked: as if the joy was a concept completely alien to him. Reiner was by all accounts an absolute tyrant on the podium, and if there are any personal stories about him that show his warmth and humor I've yet to read them, but the man was able to pour warmth and joy and humanity into his musicmaking.

Enjoy the "Polka and Fugue" from Schwanda the Bagpiper!

Bad Joke Friday

A curious new establishment sprang up on the summit of Mount Olympus overnight. Where once the Gods would sit, there was now a fast-casual bakery-cafe featuring salads, sandwiches, bagels, and soup in bread bowls, staffed entirely by satyrs playing reed pipes. The Era of Zeus was over. The Pan Era had begun.