Tuesday, March 24, 2009

ps. 46

Psalm 46
God the Refuge of His People.
For the choir director. A Psalm of the sons of Korah, set to Alamoth. A Song.
1 God is our refuge and strength,
A very present help in trouble.
2 Therefore we will not fear, though (E)the earth should change
And though the mountains slip into the heart of the sea;
3 Though its waters roar and foam,
Though the mountains quake at its swelling pride. Selah.

Monday, March 9, 2009

mount messiaen

"For me," wrote Messiaen, "it is here that music lives: music that is free, anonymous, improvised for pleasure, to greet the rising sun, to charm one's mate, to tell all the world that this branch and this meadow belong to you, to put an end to all disputes, bickering and rivalry, to work off the excessive energy born of love and joie de vivre, to articulate time and space and join with your neighbors in constructing rich and improvised counterpoint, to solace your fatigue and to say farewell to another portion of life as the evening falls."
I wanna make art from the same heart as birdsong, too.

Friday, March 6, 2009


Changing the radio, surfing the channels, is like having access to a representative sampling of the wide and strange vista of late 20th-and-early-21st-century popular culture - the country western lament, the political discussions, the throb of "urban" basslines and 808 kicks, a sampling of rock subcultures - classic, oldies, corporate alternative, as well as late-night rambles, consumerist come-ons, saccharine, nostalgia for an age that never was, and then in but one or two solitary stations, classical radio as a lone voice of pre-modern high art faltering in a vast sea of sound.