
Specifically February 4, 8am, on 46th street between 7th and 6th avenues.

Do you too see animal faces in the steam? A boar, a schnauzer, a fox?


… or maybe Fuchur AKA Falkor the Luckdragon from The Neverending Story?

Specifically February 4, 8am, on 46th street between 7th and 6th avenues.

Do you too see animal faces in the steam? A boar, a schnauzer, a fox?


… or maybe Fuchur AKA Falkor the Luckdragon from The Neverending Story?

A fainting spell nearly derailed the whole concert.
But it was still a rousing success.
When I plan choir concerts for elementary student performers, I hope to choose songs that will appeal to the age group but also to adults, since the kids’ parents will be our audience. I also like to choose some musically exciting pieces that may seem unusual or difficult, but which I believe children can master and will enjoy. It challenges me as a teacher and artist to push against the boundaries of what is expected from a grade school choir concert.
So it was also with an all-Beatles program for 3rd graders at a Tribeca public school in Manhattan, a few blocks from the World Trade Center. Choosing only Beatles songs of course limited me to some extent, but the breadth of their output still allows for much stylistic variety. And although I may not have been able to include as many foreign languages as last year (where a “Joy in the World” medley included Xhosa (“Pata Pata”), Portuguese (“Mas Que Nada”) and German (“Berliner Luft”), yet, as you will see and hear, even The Beatles dabbled in some foreign languages.

View of the new World Trade Center from the school
The whole 3rd grade of PS 234 performs. Over a hundred children. The only time I get to rehearse with them all together is once or twice during the week of the concert. Otherwise I meet with each class individually once a week for 12 weeks. Every Tuesday, five classes in a row, without a break. Me singing in a high tenor range to teach them their parts. Yes, it’s exhausting.
Nine songs in 12 weeks. It is all a bit ambitious, I admit, but it came together just fine. The concert was proceeding well, until… well, what I couldn’t have anticipated was the fainting spell that nearly derailed the whole performance…
Before that, before the children were even led into the auditorium stage risers by their teachers that morning, I had lamented to the arts coordinator that I couldn’t record the concert to share on my blog, because getting media releases from over hundred families is impossible. She said to me, oh no, everybody signs a blanket release at the beginning of the year. Ah, if only I had asked earlier. I would have brought my portable professional recorder. Instead I made due with my phone’s voice recorder. Which does effect the sound quality of the following, I’m afraid, but hopefully not so much that it still can’t be enjoyed, albeit with technical caveats:
3rd grade choir performance: Love & Life with The Beatles
0 sec – The Principal welcomes the audience.
1:25 – I introduce the concert.


In “The Tell-Tale Heart – a musicabre” the music is scored for three cellos. And Friday evening three cello players were sitting in my living room practicing their cello parts for the shoot. Because for key scenes, you won’t just be hearing the cellos played, you will be seeing them played too.
That’s Mark Peters, Martine McKinney and Mathew Gnagy playing in my living room. The 3 Ms, as I like to affectionately refer to them. And you will see them on screen in “The Tell-Tale Heart – a musicabre”.
But you won’t hear them play. They actually will be play-syncing. Acting as doubles for the three cellists who were recorded months ago performing the Tell-Tale score.
Remember when I posted this video?
Todd Maki, who is responsible for the sound of “The Tell-Tale Heart – a musicabre” made this video while in his engineering booth monitoring the three cello players being recorded in his living room.
In Ohio.
I was following this all live from my laptop in Brooklyn. I could hear all perfectly well, yet my view of the players and Todd was via video monitoring screens sharing space with other elements on my MacBook.
I have yet to meet Todd in person, or the three cellists who beautifully played my score.


Yesterday I met my Director of Photography Jason Chua at the film equipment rental place to do some camera tests in preparation for our upcoming “The Tell-Tale Heart – a musicabre” film shoot.

For me that mostly meant standing in front of the camera while Jason took various shots with various lenses and various filters.
So you can’t blame me for pulling out my phone and taking some shots of my own.



By now it may be appropriate to show you Jason’s friendly smile rather than keeping him obscured behind the camera…


Pics with a Touch of Light
plus a complimentary light-hearted music quiz

Light Music Query #1: Which musical features this dance into the light?

Above, my gym’s basement path to the women’s locker room.
Below a votive candle to Frida Kahlo.

Holiday lights in Madison, WI:





That is the Poe Cottage in the Bronx. The last home Poe resided in before he died. We had hoped to make it our Tell-Tale musicabre movie murder home.
But alas, it is not to be!
Most of the short film adaptation of my chamber music theater horror show will be filmed on constructed movie sets. But there is one half day of location shooting scheduled to shoot the entrance (and some interiors) of the home where the man who insists he is no madman kills the old man with the pale blue vulture eye, only to be driven to frenzied confession by the beating of the heart of the dismembered corpse under the bedroom floor boards.
When we heard about the Poe Cottage in the Bronx, run as a museum by the Bronx Historical Society, then learned it was available for film shoots, and perused pictures of it, we knew we had to shoot our location scenes there.

According to the Poe Cottage website, “the historic house museum is famous as the final home of the writer. At the time that Poe, his ailing wife Virginia and mother-in-law, Mrs. Maria Clemm moved in during the spring of 1846, the house was owned by John Valentine. Poe rented it for $100 per year. Virginia died in the house in 1847 and after Poe’s death on October 7, 1849 while in Baltimore, Mrs. Clemm moved out.”
How cool would it be to put in the credits of a film of the Tell-Tale Heart: “filmed on location at the Edgar Allan Poe Cottage, Bronx”.
Alas, it is not to be!

I think my phone’s camera has astigmatism.
The way artificial light gets smeared, blurring the images, especially at night.
Reminds me of why I need glasses at the movies and theater under stage lighting.

And last night the fog enveloping the skycrapers of midtown 6th avenue made their lights especially smeary.

Especially zooming in.

But it makes for some neat effects, no, my astigmatic phone camera?

The upper left light is a beam from the building’s roof, the lower right light is street level.


A trip to the magnificent Louvre museum with Mark Twain. Well actually Mark Twain himself never got there, but he wrote about not getting there in “The Innocents Abroad”, and that satirical anecdote about what happens to unwary, blustery Americans tourists overseas when paired with guides with lucrative side lines (and I know from experience this still happens to tourists in many places overseas) made its way into my musical beTwixt, beTween & beTWAIN. I’ll share that little musical bon bon of Mark Twain’s bon mots, along with pictures of the Louvre as it stands now.

And I do mean to focus on the Louvre, the French royal palace of old, turned into a museum, and a magnificent work of art in its own right. A closer look at art work exhibited in the Louvre itself, with one or two exceptions, will be reserved for another time, I think. For today the Louvre itself is the star, this grand sprawling museum/palace; accompanied by a musical rendition of Mark Twain’s ill fated attempt to get there by carriage with a group of American tourists he affectionally calls Pilgrims, who have been taking the first cross-Atlantic pleasure cruise in history in 1867.


PASSENGER:
The carriage – an open barouche – was ready. Ferguson mounted beside the driver, and we whirled away.
LOUVRE (1)
WOMEN:
We’re riding by barouche to the Louvre
Americans en route to the Louvre
The point is surely moot that the Louvre
Will mo-ve
The Pilgrims in Pa-ree

PASSENGER:
Dan happened to mention that he thought of buying three or four silk dress patterns for presents.
After twenty minutes the carriage stopped.
DAN:
What’s this?
GUIDE:
Zis is ze finest silk magasin in Paris – ze most celebrate.
DOWAGER:
We told you to take us to the palace of the Louvre
GUIDE:
I suppose ze gentlemen say he wish to buy some silk.
DOWAGER:
You are not required to ‘suppose’ things for the party, Ferguson. We will do such ‘supposing’ as is really necessary to be done. Drive on.



Always a crowd around the Mona Lisa. Follow my journey to her in “Mona Lisa & Me”

Listen to this. It’s rather creepy, isn’t it, not just because of the unsettling nature of the text, but because of, well, I’ll explain later, just listen now:
I kept quite still and said nothing.
For a whole hour I did not move a muscle,
and in the meantime I did not hear him lie down.
He was still sitting up in the bed, listening; –
just as I have done,
night after night,
hearkening to the death watches in the wall.
It’s by Edgar Allan Poe, a selection from “The Tell-Tale Heart – a musicabre“, my musical adaptation of the Poe short story about the murderous roommate, which I am turning into a short film, currently in preproduction. Hence the recording of my vocals, including the spoken sections. Even if my vocals will also be recorded on set, or later again in post, it is necessary to record all vocals, sung and spoken, as part of the film’s pre-production.
In my adaptation of The Tell-Tale Heart, I adhere very faithfully to the original Poe text throughout, with only occasional minor adjustments. The words here are unadulterated Poe, and one of the few moments of pure speech in the piece. Usually I am singing, or alternating speaking with singing, and the three cellos are playing their alluring, alarming accompaniment…
But for this moment, a moment of stillness and dread, right before the murder, the deadly calm before the storm, so to speak, I decided when adapting “The Tell-Tale Heart”, this moment, this paragraph, would be the longest, most self-contained section of pure speech, nothing sung, no cellos, right before launching into the musical centerpiece called “The Groan of Mortal Terror”:


Ed and I had just seen Julian Schnabel’s movie about Vincent Van Gogh, “At Eternity’s Gate”, and were exiting one of the more tucked away screening rooms at the Landmark 57 multiplex, which required walking down a long, narrow, and lightning bolt cornered exit hall.

And, perhaps inspired by the idiosyncratic cinematography of the movie, constantly challenging the viewer to appreciate light and perspectives and movement in unfamiliar ways…

… I felt compelled to hang back and take some pictures of the hallway, with the red exit sign, the lights creating shapes and shades on the grey walls, the flares and blurs of light that erupted in my camera phone even more than before my own eyes…

I went down the length of one leg of the exit hall, where it takes a lighting bolt shaped corner…

But then first took a look back at a spare, red free hallway… like a corridor of a sci-fi space ship…

A woman walked down the corridor as I was taking the picture. She joked I will have to pay her for the photo. I sheepishly explained I felt compelled by the movie to capture the unique lights and perspectives of this exit way. We talked about the movie, its depiction of the artist and artistic process. We talked about how after a hundred years of people accepting the story that Van Gogh committed suicide, the world is finally understanding that, at a time when his mental health had improved and his fortunes were looking up, he was most likely shot by a youth (under still uncertain circumstances), which this expressionistic movie and the recent “Loving Vincent” (an uneasy if fascinating melange of crime procedural and animated oil paintings) dramatize.

Meanwhile, Ed, already out in the lobby, was wondering what had become of me…
“Was ist passiert?” he texted me.
“What happened?”, in German.
Using German was a way to couch his annoyance in bemused terms.

We start with a famous thought. We end with a famous kiss.

Rodin’s Thinker greats you in the courtyard of the Rodin House in Paris. And so he will be the introduction to this post of some of Rodin’s more sensual statuary, as found in the Rodin House, continuing my informal series of Sensual Statues in Paris.


This post will conclude with Rodin’s Kiss, getting particularly close and intimate with that masterwork of sensuality.
But first let’s enter the house and join the other tourists wandering the halls and taking in the statuary.

And as we did before, we will choose music from ye olde sensual classics cd:
Sensual Classic #5: Ravel – Pavane Pour Une Infante Défunte



Here a kiss, there a kiss. But for THE KISS itself, you must scroll through to the end…



OK! Aright! I know you’ve been on tenterhooks!
The suspense has been killing you!

But only figuratively.
Not literally, as in Edgar Allan Poe’s short story.
Not literally, as in stone, stone dead, like the old man with the vulture eye.

I doubt the suspense has made you nervous, very very dreadfully nervous… or has it?
So after one, two, three tease posts, I am finally revealing what the new Tell-Tale plans are:
I’m making a movie!

The final ghastly Tell-Tale hint before I reveal all!
What is this about? Click to watch the short video; now can you guess?
Yes, we appear to be in a recording studio.
What, is that three cellists on the monitor? Yes, and that must be the voice of a sound engineer in the studio cueing them.
What on earth are they playing?
Yikes, let’s get a better listen:
OK, that sounds like the above, louder and properly mixed. But still, what is this unearthly sound?

The other weekend artist Jon Bunge opened his studio up to the public as part of the Gowanus Open Studios 2018.

I’ve known Jon for many years. His work was always abstract. The black and white pictures behind him are from his early work which also includes colored paintings and collages made with colored papers.

Nowadays he has transitioned exclusively to sculptures that he makes with wood sticks from a variety of trees. All the branches he finds on the ground in nature walks or friend’s gardens after the trees have already naturally shed them.

A great number of Jon’s creations were hanging from the ceiling or protruding from the wall, with the studio lights casting dramatic shadows. For Jon the sculpture’s shadows are nearly as much a part of the complete artistic experience as the sculptures themselves.

Jon needed to leave his studio for a reception at another exhibit of his work. So I minded the store, so to speak, for him in his absence.
Which allowed me to explore his sculptures a bit with my phone camera.
First I tried to capture the overall effect of the assemblage of his pieces and the effect of all their shadows:


