TIL (well, yesterday) that Beth Orton’s “I Wish I Never Saw the Sunshine”
is a cover, written by Ellie Greenwich, Jeff Barry, and Phil Spector:
I still prefer Orton’s version, by a bunch.
theater, natural history and conservation, the utterly mundane, and Etruscan 8-tracks
TIL (well, yesterday) that Beth Orton’s “I Wish I Never Saw the Sunshine”
is a cover, written by Ellie Greenwich, Jeff Barry, and Phil Spector:
I still prefer Orton’s version, by a bunch.
Again with the medical settings: in my new GP’s offices, Britney Spears, [Hit Me] “… Baby One More Time.” Srsly?
Sorry/not sorry, Leta and Andy: An FAQ About Your New Birth Control: The Music of Rush.
… imagine taking the most annoying parts of science fiction and Libertarianism, isolating them, and then somehow blending them up into a cursed musical slurry.
Bill Benson, with links to a transcription by Jason Fieler and detailed analysis by David Bruce, unpacks Jacob Collier’s fascinating harmonic shenanigans with “The Christmas Song.”
Or, how to confuse Spotify and YouTube’s algorithms (sorry, Molly!).
Well, a with a little extra time on my hands, I was able to complete Musicology Duck’s Listen Wider Challenge 2020 in only three months, much sooner than I expected. And two of the pieces I got to hear live (asterisks below).
The prompts:
Mind you, I came by a couple of the recordings via the CD giveaway shelf at work.
A syrupy, overwrought arrangement for string orchestra of “Friends,” by Elton John and Bernie Taupin, in the corridors of my doc’s medical building.
I’m going to try Musicology Duck’s Listen Wider Challenge 2020:
Listen to:
- A composition of 60 minutes or more in length by a woman or non-binary composer
- A country song released in the last 6 months
- A chamber piece for 7-12 players written since 1980
- The cast recording of a musical featuring a queer character
- A miniature composition under 90 seconds long
- An opera with a libretto by an author of color
- A track by a Native/First Nations/Indigenous hip-hop artist
- A work by a student composer
- A work from a religious/spiritual tradition other than your own
- A composition that won a major award in 2018 or 2019
- A classic rock album from the 1960s or 1970s you feel like you should have listened to in its entirety by now, but never have
- A piece by a composer from Central or South America
- A campaign song for each of the opposing candidates in any election, current or historical
- A composition written when the composer was older than age 80
- A piece notated using graphic notation
- An instrumental work from before 1750 written by a woman
- A piece specifically for children by a composer or songwriter who usually writes for adults
- A top hit from the year you were born—from a country other than your own
- Two different tracks that sample the same song
- A song sung by two or more siblings
- The soundtrack for a film in a language other than English
- An art music composition (broadly defined) that received its premiere in an African country
- A classical recording from an independent label
- A record by a winning Eurovision Song Contest performer other than their competition song
- A protest song by a songwriter who identifies as LGBTQIA+
- A song or piece written to memorialize victims of a natural disaster
- A song by an artist currently atop Billboard’s “Social 50” chart
- A concerto for tuba, bassoon, or double bass
- A jazz album recorded since 2015
- A song written by or from the perspective of an immigrant
Some of these will be easier than others to find, among them #29, #11, and especially #19, if I count the Amen Break.
A jewel of a simile in Alex Ross’s survey of composer and performer Tyshawn Sorey:
Anyone who worries whether Sorey has the chops to create “normal” music can sample “Movement,” on Alloy, which opens with a ravishingly melancholy piano solo in F-sharp minor. It’s a bit like Alban Berg playing piano in a hotel lounge at the end of the world.
Debugging the set for the Met’s Ring production.
When the giant planks spun into new positions — moving swiftly, say, to transform from the forest where the young hero Siegmund is being hunted to the fateful house where he seeks shelter — a whooshing sound could sometimes be heard. Officials dubbed it the “rainstick effect.”
What’s it like to record an aria on 120-year-old technology? Met tenor Piotr Beczala and soprano Susanna Phillips give it a try.
Cecil Taylor’s passing reminds me of my favorite passage from Craig Lucas, from scene 2 of Blue Window. It’s a good thing that I have a printed copy to refer to, because my recollection of the dialogue, from a production I saw 22 years ago, is faulty.
At a small gathering/party of friends, Tom has put a recording of Cecil Taylor on the sound system.
TOM. But I don’t know if you can hear it, but I mean, he’s literally rethinking what you can do with melody. He’s changing all the rules from the ground up.
* * *
TOM. Like a painter. He’s breaking it up, you know, and putting some parts of it in front of where they belong and he’s splitting up tonalities and colors, shapes —
ALICE. Splitting up did you say?
TOM. Splitting.
ALICE. No, I know, I was…
TOM. He’s literally challenging you to hear it, you know, rehear it. What is music?
GRIEVER. No, I know, but this isn’t like a famous melody? Or –?
TOM. Why not?
GRIEVER. I mean it isn’t like “Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens” backwards or something.
TOM. No…
For some reason I always want to remember that as “‘Mairzy Doats’ upside down and backwards.”
All the more difficult in my case, since at the present time I have boxes of mix tapes for two: “Party like it’s 1989: What should you do with all those old cassette mix tapes?”, by John Kelly.
A lush, ostinato-less “Every Breath You Take,” in the lobby of Navy Federal Credit Union, Reston branch.
Portishead, “Sour Times,” in the Unique thrift store in Merrifield.
So we closed the show yesterday afternoon, and I’m pleased, overall, with the way it went. (There’s always something that you wish could have been better. Like I wish that I’d had a coach to help me fine-tune the brief bit of stage combat.)
Every so often I use music as a way to get into the world of a character. (My friend Lisa suggested this trick a long time ago.) Now, the little Bobby McFerrin riff that Roger used as transition music at the top of Act 2 was all I needed to help me find Tom Driscoll. But for the well-meaning, somewhat feckless, gentle parish priest Rev. Jim in Act 1, I needed a complete playlist. Some of this music I already had on hand, and some was newly-purchased. Here it is, Jim’s Jam, all songs pre-1959 as far as I can tell:
Mantovani’s version of a 1926 waltz by Rapée and Pollack is most everyone’s idea of soul-evacuating elevator music. (I remember an ironic modern dance troupe performance from about 20 years ago, set on this song, that consisted of the entire company queueing up as if at the DMV.) But for Jim, the lush, pillowy arrangement is pure bliss, his idea of what God’s grace must feel like. Is that a zither in the mix in the last chords? Plus, you can do t’ai chi stretches to it.
Jim and Judy danced to Glenn Miller when they were courting.
The Lawrence Welk recordings, all from the pre-TV days, are astonishing. Joyful, energetic, inventive, not slick at all—nothing like the bland music I heard when I was a kid in my grandfather’s living room watching the TV show. I used to worry that I was turning into my mother. Now I should worry that I’m turning into her father.