Showing posts with label music. Show all posts
Showing posts with label music. Show all posts

Tuesday, March 22, 2022

An ekphrastic opportunity, redux

Thermonuclearity's Bandcamp page

In March of 2004, I received an email from one of the members of the band, Thermonuclearity. They had read one of my published poems and wanted to know if I'd be interested in a collaboration, writing poems to echo the feeling of their music. 

"i represent a two-member band (electronic music) who's currently working on a new album. this is a concept album about the winter and it's called "halcyon days". i would like to know if you would share your gift as a poet with us and if you would write a short poem leading into every track of the album."

While I had written some ekphrastic poems before (poetry that is written in response to a piece of art, typically visual art), I hadn't done so with instrumental music. But I was intrigued and agreed to give it a shot. If they didn't like the work, they didn't have to use it, and I would have a group of poems that otherwise might not have been written. 

Over the course of that year, they would send me a music file and I would draft a poem from the emotion in the song. I immersed myself in the sounds they created, finding new depths of meaning on each listen. I sent them the group of poems and hoped that the project was as satisfying for them as it was for me. 

By then, I was already drifting from poetry to fiction and spent the next few years working on my first novels. 

Every once in a while, I would poke the internet to see if Thermonuclearity had released the album, but I hadn't found anything. I continued to listen to the tracks they had sent me, and they became some of my favorite writing music. 

I think I got a few emails from them over the course of the years - both members of the band had families and their priorities took them elsewhere. As the mother of two young children, I absolutely understood that. 

Time passed. At some point, I found them on Twitter, and clicked follow. 

Last Wednesday, almost 18 years from the day I received their first email, they tweeted something about new music being released shortly. I replied, happy to hear they were still creating. They sent me a private message letting me know that in addition to new work, they are also planning to release the collection (Halcyon Days) we had collaborated on in 2004. Including my poetry. 

It's honestly somewhat miraculous that this chain of random circumstances even occurred. From band members in Germany finding a single poem, published in an obscure journal on the internet in 2004, to connecting with me from that poem, and then 18 years later (!), a single tweet shows up when I happen to log in to Twitter that manages not to get lost in a rapidly moving timeline. And that 18 years later, the band is still making music together and going back to release the concept album.

I will certainly let folks know when it's released and where to get it. If you like instrumental/techno music, give Thermonuclearity a listen. Perhaps you will be as entranced as I am with their work.

 



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Friday, April 01, 2016

Things that feed my soul

Neil getting some puppy-love: dogspotting in Iceland

There is so much in the world to weigh down even the lightest of spirits, so today I thought I would do a 'my favorite things' roundup.

Dogspotting

My younger son introduced me to this competition/activity/lifestyle. Dogspotting is the practice of keeping track of your encounters with dogs in the wild. There are rules. Certain kinds of 'spots' get certain numbers of points. You can lose points, too, if a dog is looking at you with a knowing smile and a wink, for example. It's a mix of the utterly serious and the totally silly and I love it. I check the FB group every day for the photos other dogspotters post. I rarely post photos of my own, but they seem to embrace lazy spotters like me.


I get by with a little help from my friends



This lovely quilt arrived in the mail today - a gift from a wonderful friend, talented writer, and creative quilter, Lynn Viehl.

It was a surprise and when I opened the box, I teared up. She knows I've been dealing with some difficult things in my personal life and the caring and kindness of this gift nearly unraveled me. In a good way. I feel wrapped in her concern and her love.

I am blessed with an amazing community of friends, near and far, with whom I can celebrate and commiserate. They feed my soul.

Music Hath Charms

Over the past few weeks, I have become enamored of/obsessed with the music of Hamilton. I have listened to the entire show more times than I can count and find more and more to love with each repetition. I am a serial monogamist when it comes to music: I'll listen to something constantly for weeks or months until the whole of it is embedded in my mind and move to something else.

I'm definitely still in my Hamilton phase and I'm not sure it's going to go away anytime soon. There's almost always some kind of soundtrack in my mind and music has always spoken to me.

What are some other of my favorite things?

Good coffee
Dark Chocolate
Thunderstorms
A starry sky
A bad pun
Belly laughs
A fireplace
Warming my ice-cold feet against my husband at night
Playing with clay
Cooking for friends

Your turn!

What feeds your soul when everything seems dark?




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Thursday, July 30, 2015

"Art isn't easy"



Order
Design
Tension
Balance
Harmony

These are the words spoken by the character of George Seurat in Sondheim's "Sunday in the Park with George" at the beginning of the scene in which he pulls all the elements together for his famous painting.

I am not a painter, but this process of bringing disparate elements into order, into harmony? I understand that. It's what I struggle with every time I put words on the page. 

Aside from being a big fan of Sondheim's work in general, I am a huge fan of this show, in particular. I have seen in many times and have never failed to be moved to tears by it.

Art isn't easy.

Right now, in particular, I am thinking about the scene that opens Act II, where the modern George (great grandson of the artist) is trying to raise money and interest in his newest project. He sings:

Art isn't easy.
Even if you're smart.
You think it's all put together,
But then something falls apart
Art isn't easy.
Overnight you're a trend,
You're the right combination-
Then the trend's at an end,
You're suddenly last year's sensation.

It's so easy to feel like you are irrelevant. That no one shares your vision, or even cares. That you don't matter. Because we have learned to conflate what is worthwhile with what sells. And the more something sells, the more important is must be.

Our culture believes that and if we're not so incredibly careful, we can, too.

I have a vision for my writing. I believe in my characters and their stories and I want others to believe in them, too. 

As George sings:
A vision's just a vision
If it's only in your head.
If no one gets to see it,
It's as good as dead.
So we reach out of our comfort zones and talk about ourselves, our process, our stories, hoping to connect with patrons, readers, collectors, all the while feeling as if somehow each tweet, each post, each promotion cheapens the magic. The way explaining a joke renders is no longer funny. And all the while, story pulls at me.

I'd love to say that what other people think about my work doesn't matter. But I'd be lying. It matters because I'm sharing a part of myself. If no one reads it, no one can criticize, but then how will it live if no one sees it?

Keep Moving On

Sondheim gets it. Gets it on such a deep, aching level that over 30 years later, his work still speaks to me. At the end of the musical, Marie tells George:

Stop worrying if your vision is new.

Let others make that decision—they usually do.
You keep moving on.


Perhaps you need a little encouragement. I know I did, today. If nothing else, watch this second video. Listen with your full self. Marie knows the truth of it:
Anything you do, let it come from you.
Then it will be new.
Give us more to see…

#SFWApro



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Monday, May 26, 2014

T Minus Seven Days. . .

Comet ISON, photo by NASA, in the public domain

A week from today, on June 2, 2014, my third novel blasts off into the world.

DERELICT is a story that found me and pestered me until I decided to write it. While my last several books have been fantasy stories to one degree or another, this one is decidedly science fiction. My other published novels have one or two points of view and are intensely personal stories of individual choices and journeys. DERELICT is a larger tale, with five intertwined stories against a backdrop of danger and adventure.

It also features a diverse cast, with characters who do not default to male, white, and heterosexual. I knew when I wrote this story, that some readers would be more uncomfortable with an emotional connection between two young women than by any of the other elements in the novel. Be that as it may, but I could not conceive of a space-faring future where we had less tolerance than in our present world. 

The characters are who they are, and the only 'agenda' I had for the book was to make it a thrilling space opera/adventure tale. DERELICT represents my ninth completed novel, and I believe it's the strongest work I've done to date. Certainly early readers have concurred, and the story already has several lovely reviews on its Goodreads page.

I have the great good fortune to have an incredibly supportive family. My husband and sons are some of my first readers and never shy away from telling me what they really think, both the good and the bad, about my writing. They are also a talented crew, in their own right: My husband worked on the typography for the print cover, and one of the boys wrote original music for the book trailer I put together. If you enjoy "space porn"; that is, amazing photos of space, courtesy of NASA and the Hubbel, I invite you to watch the 2 minute video. The images and the music capture the spirit of the story.



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Sunday, September 22, 2013

"I Want to See you Be Brave"



Lyrics from "Brave", by Sara Bareilles.
You can be amazing
You can turn a phrase into a weapon or a drug
You can be the outcast
Or be the backlash of somebody's lack of love
Or you can start speaking up
My son showed me the video for this amazing song. I hadn't heard it before, but it spoke to me, so deeply in my soul, that it felt like the anthem I didn't know I needed.
 
Nothing's gonna hurt you
The way that words do
When they settle 'neath your skin
Kept on the inside
No sunlight
Sometimes a shadow wins
Regardless of the roles I have taken on in my life, at my core, I am a writer. Words have always been my anchor. They are the way I understand the world and make sense of my feelings.

When I was young, and I'd try to express being hurt or disappointed by something someone said, I was always told I was 'too sensitive' and that I shouldn't take things so seriously. The message I got was that I couldn't trust my own perceptions. From the perspective of adulthood, I understand my parents didn't mean to cause such confusion. They only wanted me to be happy, and were afraid of their own intense feelings.

But I wonder what would happen
If you say what you want to say
And let the words fall out
Honestly, I want to see you be brave
With what you want to say
And let the words fall out
Honestly, I want to see you be brave
When I returned to keeping a journal as an adult, I promised myself that I would write in the moment, with full honesty. Even (especially) if I was struggling with uncomfortable and negative emotions. It was extremely difficult at first. I was raised to minimize feelings. "You don't really feel that way." "It's not that big of a deal." "It won't matter in a year from now." Just acknowledging that I had to right to my feelings was frighteningly liberating.

I just want to see you
I just want to see you
I just want to see you
I want to see you be brave
I just want to see you
I just want to see you
I just want to see you
I want to see you be brave
Yes. This is so unbelievably important. I wish I could have heard this when I was struggling in my teens, knowing there was this enormous disconnect between my outward face and my inward life. I spent so many years being so lost and afraid.

Everybody's been there
Everybody's been stared down by the enemy
Fallen for the fear
And done some disappearing
Bowed down to the mighty
Don't run
Stop holding your tongue
Maybe there's a way out of the cage where you live
Maybe one of these days you can let the light in
Show me how big your brave is
I don't hide from myself anymore. It's taken me much of my adult life to get here. Every word I write, whether it's here on my blog, in my private journals, my poetry, or in my fiction, is an act of bravery.

Say what you want to say
And let the words fall out
Honestly, I want to see you be brave
With what you want to say
And let the words fall out
Honestly, I want to see you be brave
And since your history of silence
Won't do you any good
Did you think it would?
Let your words be anything but empty
Why don't you tell them the truth?
And even more important, is telling yourself the truth. And in that truth telling, to be gentle with yourself. Truth does not equal cruelty. That's one of the lies I carried from my childhood. I believed all the hateful messages I heard from others; believed them so strongly, they became my internal voice too.

I spent too many years confused and frightened, hating myself.

Not anymore.

Not anymore.

Say what you want to say
And let the words fall out
Honestly, I want to see you be brave
With what you want to say
And let the words fall out
Honestly, I want to see you be brave
I just want to see you
I just want to see you
I just want to see you
I want to see you be brave
I just want to see you
I just want to see you
I just want to see you
See you be brave
I just want to see you
I just want to see you
I just want to see you
I just want to see you
I just want to see you
I just want to see you
(Italicized sections lyrics from Sara Bareilles' Brave.  From her "Blessed Unrest" Album.
(If you're an amazon rather than an itunes person, you can buy it as a CD or MP3 here, too.)

Friday, January 07, 2011

Take the wheel and drive


Sometimes a song completely encapsulates what you are feeling.  I heard this song on the radio today and had one of those moments where you sit in the parked car with the engine running and the volume cranked up to let the music speak to you.

So "whatever tomorrow brings, I'll be there, with open arms and open eyes."

Give a listen.  It's a solid song and the acoustic version I've linked to rocks.