Life is for the living.
Death is for the dead.
Let life be like music.
And death a note unsaid.
- Langston Hughes
I learned this that a fellow friend, musician, and aspiring composer, Jason Cains, passed away this morning after battling a rare type of cancer (I believe if I remember correctly). It saddens my heart as he was one of those rare people who was genuinely nice to everyone, never heard him say anything bad about anybody, always in good spirits. It saddens me further, that we won't be able to hear the music that such a soul can make. I didn't know him that long, but long enough to know that he was a great person to everyone he met. RIP.
Happy new year to you all. It's interesting to think that this will be my last semester of undergrad studies, as it's still kicking me that it's almost been four years since high school. I have a lot things to look forward to the next few months, a performance of my concert band piece, the movie I'm doing the score for The Control Group will be finished in February, and my recital for composition will be in April. I am working on finishing up the Wind Quintet piece this week or so, and as I've been writing it I've noticed that in the long term I will need to further experiment with formal structure. Right now I feel like a lot of my pieces have a kind of inherent ABA structure to them, the waltz is kind of A, B, A2 kind of a deal, but still. That isn't to say that my pieces aren't mature in their formal structure, I think they are, I just think that there are more approaches I need to meditate on. In any case I'm glad that I do what I do, to give speech to something that can't be said with words. Music has always taken a kind of role as a betrothed to those who do it for a living, but it's kind of a paradox that some of it's greatest rewards come out of when you yourself aren't at your best. It's up to the artist to do with that what they may. I'm interested to see where I go compositionally after I finish up my pieces for the recital, as life is sure to give you something that will never leave you ( good or ill ) as you were before.
ps In the wee small hours by Frank Sinatra is the best thing (and interestingly enough in the worst kind of way) ever. Beautiful. But I'm sure yall knew that already.
Just as an aside, there is this artist that I've been really digging lately and he almost knocks off Klimt as my favorite artist (if it weren't for my love of all things Vienna). Dudes name is Zdzisław Beksiński. Had to copy and paste that now the font changed. whatever. Anywho, this guy has some of the most really thought provoking surrealist stuff I've seen in a long time. Just some eye candy to start the new year.
.Will post here about with updates about current works, music in general, likely many linguistic things, general thoughts, etc.