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Saturday, June 2, 2018

Playlist

Live

May 29, 2018
Daniel Webbon, composition
Chapel Performance Space, Good Shepherd Center, Seattle
Bridal Veil Falls, Washington - ca 1971

The confessions of Saint Augustine - Ben Sieben, piano, Danielle Sampson, soprano

tones painting a theoretical statement

To square a circle - Sarah Pyle, traverso and percussion

a delicate solo duet
I enjoyed this immensely

An infinite number of others - Emily Acri, violin; Janna Webbon, violin; Andrew Stiefel, viola; Isabella Kodama, cello

into a past evoked by and returning back from . . .

This vast southern empire - Daniel Webbon, piano, melodica, vocals; Sarah Pyle, flute, hammer dulcimer; Janna Webbon, violin; Andrew Stiefel, viola; Abbey Blackwell, bass

. . . a heady melodic sensibility

St. Helena - Matt Carr, drumset; Alethea Alexander, dance

a film of dance chopped up and all the bits and frames rearranged in a shuffle edit

Recorded

May 30, 2018
Mr. Shadow - Neal Kosály-Meyer [April 2006]

"hey what do you think of this weather?"
thought eliding the blank spaces in the meter
makes for a troubling implication of regularity that isn't and never was

Follow The Leader - Shaprece [from Scatterbrain]

shimmy shimmy dance infection

Stillness, Concentrate (a recital) - Keith Eisenbrey [April 2016]
1. Welcome to my planet. I come in peace. - Eisenbrey
2. Another - Eisenbrey
3. J - Eisenbrey
4. "...such words as it were vain to close..." - J. K. Randall

nice job Keith of the recent past!

Lake Serene, Washington - ca 1971
May 31, 2018
The Tennthe Pavian "Mr. W. Peter" and The Galliarde to the Tenneth Pavian - William Byrd - Elizabeth Farr [from My Ladye Nevells Booke]

intimate space somehow cooked up out of huge polyhedron phrases
more downbeats than one could hope to choose from

If You Follow Jesus - Rev. W. M. Mosley [from Goodbye, Babylon]

let us sing with uplifted voice
arranged > agreed upon > talked through > practiced
but never not uplifted

Simple Gifts - Aaron Copland arr. by Virgil Fox - David di Fiore [from Grand Music for a Grand Castle]

gently done, the sense of meter is most wonderfully an everpresent question
(where)
will it land?

Maggie Campbell Blues - Shirley Griffith [from The Art of Field Recording Volume 1]

tilt voice
to fit the slant
of the tunin'
of the bluesin' tunin'

A Simple Desultory Philippic - Simon & Garfunkel [from Parsley, Sage, Rosemary and Thyme]

Desultory is right, this joke falls flat.

Track 1 - Tillicum Junior High School Orchestra [from my mom's tape of a concert on March 3, 1971]

a petite and various suite struggling toward pomposity

Corral Pass, Washington - ca 1971
Symphony No. 2 - Andrew Buchman - Seattle Symphony, Michel Singher [from a private tape of a concert in Spring of 1981]

clearly drawn
what it is
nothing fancy
but wanders into clarity
I remember back in the day this seemed so puzzlingly conservative
but now: partial, neo-unfinished

Cuyahoga - REM [from Life's Rich Pageant]

overlapping revolutionary impulses
start over where we always were
I've heard this song many times, and never listened to the words before, and certainly never wondered what the heck he was saying over and over. Now I see it is the title of the song, and of a fiery river. I looked it up.

In Session at the Tintinabulary
May 28, 2018
Gradus 334 - Neal Kosály-Meyer

pitch is a symptom of resonance
resonance conversing with the mechanism
mechanism is the clatterwork qualities of dissonance
dissonance is the size of the reverberent space it creates
as it creates the specificities of its regions

Saturday, June 10, 2017

Playlist

Live

June 9, 2017
Zach Tries To Not Ruin His Masters Recital
Brechemin Auditorium, School of Music, University of Washington, Seattle
Zachary Buker, tenor
with Ingrid Verhulsdonk, piano; Yoojeong Cho, soprano; Daniel Frizzell, lute; Denna Good-Mojab, soprano; Sarrah Flynn, flute; Alessandra Barrett, viola; Isabella Kodama, cello; Tyler Kim, violin; Judith Kim, violin, (and the comic relief crew)

In Alto Mare; Stornellatrice; Nevicata - Ottorino Respighi
Fussreise; Verborgenheit; Der Tambour - Hugo Wolf
Lamento; Testament; La vie Anterieure - Henri Duparc
Odi l'aura - Beethoven
Ich und du- Peter Cornelius
Come Again, Sweet Love Doth Now Invite; If My Complaints Could Passions Move; Can She Excuse My Wrongs? - John Dowland
Wilt Thou Be Gone, Love - Stephen Foster
Torna a Surriento - Ernesto De Curtis
l'Ultima Conzone - Francesco Paolo Tosti
Musica Proibita - Stanislao Gastaldon


We were afraid that a late bus would make us late guests, but we made it just minutes before the start. After an opening Marxist shtick (Harpo, that is, in a broadly Buffo vein, [or Victor B, or Professor PS]) to sweep whatever dustcurdles of pretense might lurk in that storied space, Zach proceeded to inhabit each song utterly. Having rid the event of seriousness, the actual performances stood out in stunning relief. As wonderful as the performances were (and they were) it is this aspect of the evening I keep coming back to - a brilliant idea about how to allow each song to stand proud in its own glory, without drenching it first in concert seriousness.

Other thoughts: How wonderful to hear such a voice in an intimate space! His comrades in song were wonderful (though Karen thought his bombshell partner for the Foster was going to give me a heart attack - I survived, feeling no pain). What wonderful characterizations! And impeccable comic timing to boot. Another random image: during the Wolf, oddly, I kept picturing him as the Jack Haley Tin Woodsman - something about the pitch of the voice, and the shape of the face.

All that and there were random prizes (though no puppies) scattered liberally throughout. We ended up with three lovely little saké cups held together with masking tape. When we got home (thanks for the ride, Melissa and Adena!) I deftly crumpled the tape into a loose mass, presented it to Obb the cat for sniffing, let it fall to the floor, moved it twice with my finger. It kept the cats occupied all night.


Recorded

June 3, 2017
Banned Rehearsal 63 - Keith Eisenbrey, Anna K, Neal Kosály-Meyer [January 1986]



Our third live show: Brechemin Auditorium, University of Washington, January 9, 1986. The first part consisted of pretty much what we had done at our second show in the same space the previous July, but rebranded now as Three Compositions No Breaks. The second part was a set of Sudden Songs:



Bickleton Burger [Keyt]
Hey Hey Hey [Eisenbrey]
The Picture On My Wall [Kosály-Meyer]
I Wanna Girl from Venice California [Eisenbrey]
Instrumental [group]
Electric Garbage [Kosály-Meyer]
Tacoman [Eisenbrey]
Quiet Song [Kosály-Meyer]
Ain' No Easy Woman [Eisenbrey]
Wild Thing [a cover]
and a bonus bit after the audience had cleared out:
Aaronsbundler March [Keyt]

Brechemin 1986
We are weaving through the room accumulating the noise of our devices, filtered through the noise of our devices. Clunky and Clumsy. Seamless we are not. We layer thick, and not with clear lacquers but with ill mixed craft paint and dustcrud. We incant to the muses. First part: We know what we are doing but not what what we are doing will make. Second part: We know what we are trying to make our doing do, but not how to do the doing that does that that we are trying to make our doing do. In the midbit between the parts one can hear Neal and I, separately to different audience groups, holding forth on what we are doing. Spreading the gospel. This episode is, neatly, a concretion of the kind of argument Banned Rehearsal is.

We do DIY with a vengeance. After listening to it all over again after these many years all I could think to myself was "What were we thinking!?" And yet, how grand it is. In many ways I am in awe of our youthful recklessness.

June 7, 2017
losing an eye - Infamous Menagerie

A murky slime-infested dive five rooms back of the swamp. But in a really good way.

Banned Rehearsal 422 DAT - Karen Eisenbrey, Keith Eisenbrey, Aaron Keyt, Neal Kosály-Meyer [April 1996]

Attentionfarbenmelodie

June 8, 2017
Banned Rehearsal 610 - Karen Eisenbrey, Keith Eisenbrey, Isabel K-M, Aaron Keyt, Neal Kosály-Meyer


We discuss the failure of the engineer (me) to record the first part of the session. A mix of extreme delicacy and extreme blattiness. Depth of field.

In Session at the Tintinabulary

June 5, 2017
Banned Rehearsal 936 - Karen Eisenbrey, Keith Eisenbrey, Steve Kennedy, Neal Kosály-Meyer