Wednesday, October 24, 2007

Reverie

Using a succulent Steinway piano patch in Logic, I recorded myself doing an improvisatory piece. It was sort of like how Julio would have Aaron and me try writing out words or sentences without actually thinking about them. I can’t remember the actual term for the process, but I sort of applied that to a composition last night. I had the idea and the title for Reverie many months ago, but I never tried it because I was originally hoping to record it on my parents’ out-of-tune piano. I got tired of waiting for the chance, and I decided I should just use the best sound I had instead of the worst.

Let me tell you about the “performance instructions.” First of all, while it is semi-conscious improvisation, you still can’t allow yourself to cite other material. By keeping originality, this hopefully turns into an exercise in intuitive development of motives or pitch classes or something. Second, other than what I stated above, just do what comes naturally; the music reflects the wandering of the mind. Third, triads should be used sparingly. Make it sound like it’s not improvised but simply structured organically. Basically, it should sound like an actual “art” piece that some pretentious bastard actually did write out. Fourth and finally, set a stopwatch or an alarm at eight minutes. When you reach the eight-minute mark, it’s time to wrap it up. Otherwise you could go all night!

It’s an interesting experiment and I recommend trying it. Reverie ended up with a running time of 9:54.

22 Comments:

Blogger The Captain said...

Wouldn't it be interesting if you and the commentors of a musical nature on this site (meaning everyone 'cept me, unless I titled mine Meandering) who partake in this good-natured challenge posted your results once everyone was done? I would like to hear the results of a semi-structured improv.

Wednesday, October 24, 2007 8:59:00 AM

 
Blogger the warrior bard said...

Dude, this experiment doesn't take much musical skill. I mean, it helps if you have some level of idiomatic keyboard ability, but you don't have to be good at improv. I'm not.

The difference between this and similar Cage works is, I'm not going to program this on a concert and pass it off as ingenuity. It's different if you're just noodling on the keyboard in your room than it is if you're expecting people to take interest. Experimentation is best when it's done in my bedroom.

WAIT, WAIT, whoa, that came out all wrong...

Wednesday, October 24, 2007 9:27:00 AM

 
Blogger Herr Vogler said...

letting any comments about your bedroom experiments go...

I did this last week for a theatre score I'm working on.

I allowed myself only 4 diatonic pitches (with essentially no tonal references), a static oscillating bass line and a limited overall range to work in. Also, no chords. Note against note and sustain pedal down the whole time.

The piece is more about stretching time and a single idea to their breaking points than anything else. Really it's only a sketch and nowhere near its breaking point. Yet.

And I do plan to program it if I can.

Wednesday, October 24, 2007 11:26:00 AM

 
Blogger the warrior bard said...

That's because you wrote a programmable piece. That is not the same thing at all. You must not pay too much attention to the music. That's the experiment.

Wednesday, October 24, 2007 12:58:00 PM

 
Blogger the warrior bard said...

I really need to try it again, to see if it gets "better" with repetition. The material would be necessarily different, because whatever my hands do in the first ten seconds pretty much sets the tone for the piece (or at least most of the material for the piece).

What I should do is go back and make a thorough aural analysis of the "sections"... that would be even more interesting...

Wednesday, October 24, 2007 1:01:00 PM

 
Blogger The Captain said...

Dude, this experiment doesn't take much musical skill.

Then I guess this is what I do all the time, save for the eight minute time limit. Improv. I'd imagine that my musical mind is a group full of buddies throwing around movie ideas, rather than a sequestered writer trying to hatch the great American whatnot.

But avoiding triads? So what brand of music are we speaking of here? You said Cage (minimalist, no?) Would it then be something Glass-like? Because I wander like that at times. But I rarely have control over the wanderings. They're like doodles. You start out with tic-tac-toe, and then end up with Onion Baby. That's right, Onion Baby. A baby, with an onion for a head. Not onion shaped, but an actual onion.

It's dark in here, and we might die.

Wednesday, October 24, 2007 1:19:00 PM

 
Blogger Herr Vogler said...

Cage = not minimalist. Composer? Most definitely.

('60s-'70s) Glass = Minimalist

('80s-now) Glass = minimalist but not Minimalist.

Wednesday, October 24, 2007 1:26:00 PM

 
Blogger Herr Vogler said...

It just occured to me that I'm probably going to incur a small amount of the Bard's wrath because I actually called John Cage a composer.

Wednesday, October 24, 2007 1:32:00 PM

 
Blogger the warrior bard said...

Look, the point is not to test your improv skills. If I did that, I would have tried harder. The most conscious effort I put into it was, "Oh, look at that, I landed on this cluster. I better make those pitches in those relationships slightly significant, to give cohesion to the piece... but for the next twenty seconds, I'm going to think about air conditioners..."

Well, maybe not air conditioners, more like, "Gee, what would Berio do next? Because overall, this sounds like a cross between Ligeti, Berio, and Glass, perhaps heavily sedated... maybe I'll try to sound like a parody of Sequenza in a few places... oh crap, I didn't mean to hit a G minor 6 chord... oh well, better roll with it... I hate Berio... I also hate Neil Cavuto... what a spaz... oh man, I need to do laundry... hey, how long have I been hammering on this F sharp octave? Hmm... kind of like the A-to-B-flat trill that started the piece... well, I guess I'll have to end the piece with octaves of As and F-sharps..."

Or something like that. Perhaps not quite that either, but I did have difficulty ending the piece in such a way that you could tell it was the end. The end still seems like it might be rather abrupt, even though it went on for a whole minute longer than I intended.

Wednesday, October 24, 2007 1:45:00 PM

 
Blogger the warrior bard said...

Cage, Glass, yeah, I had a few comments, but I took the high road... much in the same way you resisted the temptation of my "bedroom experiments"...

Wednesday, October 24, 2007 1:45:00 PM

 
Blogger the warrior bard said...

That is not to say that my experiments would be a temptation to you...

...or would they?

Wednesday, October 24, 2007 1:46:00 PM

 
Blogger the warrior bard said...

I did select the keys, though, and tried to inject as much of my dying musicality I could into the performance. My chair sits a little too low to get a good poise, which actually cost me in a few places, but... anyway, it's not like putting a cat on the piano and listening to him walk around on the keyboard. Anyone can identify complete aleatory nonsense like that.

Wednesday, October 24, 2007 1:48:00 PM

 
Blogger the warrior bard said...

All right, fine:

By the semantic, loose standards it would take to label John Cage a composer, that would make all of us Catholic priests.

Recently, Pluto was declared to be not a planet. Cage's identity has been on the fence his whole life. If your entire purpose is to challenge the definition of a word, then you need something better to do with your life. Like hunt mushrooms. That's what he was. John Cage was a mushroom hunter. Look it up. It's true.

So are we Catholic priests?

Wednesday, October 24, 2007 1:54:00 PM

 
Blogger The Captain said...

Okay. Got it. So basically you've given "experiment" status to what I do every night after work to relieve stress.

Only you do it in your bedroom. Alone. For eight minutes.

Ahem.

Oh, the places you'll go!

Wednesday, October 24, 2007 2:03:00 PM

 
Blogger the warrior bard said...

Ten minutes, thank you very much!

So does that make us Catholic priests?

Oh my. This is getting almost as disturbing as the concept of being date-raped by the Kobayashi Maru.

Where is Starbuck, anyway?

Oh, they've encased her in a graduate program! She should be well-educated... if she survives the thesis process, that is.

Wednesday, October 24, 2007 2:18:00 PM

 
Blogger The Captain said...

What a clever cleaver you are.

Wednesday, October 24, 2007 2:38:00 PM

 
Blogger the warrior bard said...

You know, sometimes I amuse even myself.

Wednesday, October 24, 2007 2:48:00 PM

 
Blogger Herr Vogler said...

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Wednesday, October 24, 2007 3:00:00 PM

 
Blogger Herr Vogler said...

I leave for coffee and this is what happens.

We were doing so well.

Wednesday, October 24, 2007 3:02:00 PM

 
Blogger Julio Appling said...

I do not recall this exercise. Stop making up knowledge.

Thursday, October 25, 2007 12:02:00 AM

 
Blogger Mikey the Pikey said...

"Let me explain...no that will take to long, let me sum up..."

Interesting analogy...tell me, had any uncontrollable (or nearly so) urges to fondle underage boys as of late have we?

Personally, my view of John Cage as being or not being a composer depends on which piece I'm listening to.

I wonder which is worse, taking nearly 10 minutes to get there, or being like that creepy guy in Kinsey who could get the job done in less than 10 seconds?

"A CHASTITY BELT!!! Oooh that's going to chafe my willy!"

Thursday, October 25, 2007 6:20:00 AM

 
Blogger the warrior bard said...

Julio, you bastard, we did this at Panera. We wrote words on napkins without thinking about them.

Thanks for the help.

Thursday, October 25, 2007 8:00:00 AM

 

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