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ATTENTION ALL COMPOSERS - Yes! That means you!!
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Fred, You have to be one of the funniest people that I have never met. My kind of humor. This discussion exemplifies how subjective and personal music is and our individual interpretation of what is good and bad.
I actually love Mahler, Rachmaninof…
Ok, good idea.
If it becomes apparent at a later date that vacancies are hard to fill, can we volunteer our services twice (at a much later segment)?
Michael Nyman rives me nuts as does Phillip Glass although Steve Reich is sooo cooool!!
Hi Chris, the first one is the .wav file followed by the .mp3 (320kps),
Cheers,
Simon
It is already discussed some - but to add... It would be more interesting to have more than just a sustain. perhaps some instruments outlining the tonic, some percussion, something that seems like the piece is still going instead of stopping and pic…
Mozart. I know hes supposed to be this genius composer and a prodigy, but I just find his music much to lighthearted. He has these Violin Viola duos, and I was play the last movement to one of them on my viola, and I loved it. The thing was, I was p…
OK, here's my section 13 (C minor @ 130bpm - G minor @ 80bpm)
http://www.box.net/shared/rlg4aruukz
Can't wait to hear the rest as they come in. Good luck lads!
I've heard your production Dankk, and there's nothing wrong with it..
I'll do it for you Phil. After you've finished it on Finale, just send me a midi file (01).
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- What have you composed for? Or what medium do you work around?
- Choir, Orchestra, Small Ensemble, Big Ensemble
- What is your favorite genre or style of music?
- Classical - Modern freestyle (eclectic)
- Is music your main income source?
- No - Not Yet
- Where do you live?
- Canterbury
- About Me:
- I am a success in many ways and a complete failure in others, as a composer. But for me, the most thrilling pleasure of all time is watdhing a live orchestra play every single note that I have wirtten, especially under the baton of a good conductor who can interpret my every whim. Anthony Halsead was such a man when he conducted by debut orchestal piece "Alphabet Green". I was sitting about 7 feet away from the leader of the orchestra and the experience was thrilling. Ever since then, I have composed avidly, all the way through my a'levels and degree course at Queens. Last year (2008) alone, I completed a full-length string quartet, a concerto for orchestra and piano and half a symphony. I am currently working in collaboration with Craig Hopkinson from soundwrx, so things are finally beginning to look up. Please feel free to listen to my music. I can't promise that you'll like it, but I'm sure you'll find it interesting.
Hardware: Intel Core 2 duo, 2.5 gb RAM, Midistudio - 2 (PROKEY), M-Audio 2496 ASIO soundcard.
Software: IK Multimedia Miroslav Philharmonik, HALion Symphony Orchestra, Sampletank 2.3, Finale 2010, Garritan and Wizooverb
Prologue to my new novel - "Ludwig's Hi-fi"
Prologue
Vienna – March 1827
The grey-haired, emaciated figure awoke gently and surveyed the room slowly. They had left, thank goodness. He knew they meant well, Herrs Schindler and Hutenbrenner, but the effort to accommodate their presence in his mind was physically exhausting, painful even. There had been someone with them, a mysterious looking gentleman, very quiet and unassuming. He was short and stout with curly hair and glasses. Was he imagining it or had he remembered his friend Schindler introducing him? If so, he had not caught his name. He recalled this strange fellow nodding to him nervously whilst he placed a portfolio on the far corner of his bed. Was he another of those confounded lawyers coming to meddle in his affairs? His affairs were sorted, thank you very much, no more portfolios. His latest annuity would keep him until the very end, so that his nephew might inherit his estate.
His breathing became more shallow to avoid the pain of coughing as he tried to shift his shoulders up against the bedstead. All of his body was wracked by a dull persistent aching as the cirrhosis affected the surrounding muscle tissue. When he finally managed to sit up, he turned slowly to the cabinet on the right side and reached for the bottle of imported laudanum that Herr Hutenbrenner had kindly brought with him. He raised it to his lips and drank a small mouthful of the soothing liquid, slowly swilling it around his mouth before swallowing. Was that enough? he wondered. He examined the bottle carefully but could not find any instructions. He took another drink, screwed the lid back on and placed the bottle back on the cabinet and waited. Fifteen minutes later a warm glow began to engulf him as the opium and alcohol took effect. He lay back and drank in the comforting sensation, almost floating. He was ready now.
He gently rose, gripping the bedside cabinet for support. When he was upright he stood firm, waiting for any sign that he might either fall or faint. The laudanum made him feel pleasant but weak and slightly giddy and he knew he couldn’t afford the chance that he might fall. He slowly raised both hands and reached for the large oak beam on the sloped ceiling, carefully avoiding possible splinters, and started to walk towards the commode past the foot of the bed. He knew that once he had finished his business he could relax more, maybe take another drink of that glorious beverage. As he sat above the basin, he noticed rhythmic vibrations in the wooden door as someone knocked. He desperately wished it was the maid and not more visitors.
“Nicht jetzt! Ich benutze die Toilette,“ he cried.
The door stopped vibrating.
When he had finished, he washed himself in the porcelain dish that had been left there by his maid and made his way back to bed. Once he was sitting up comfortably he took a large slug of the laudanum and reached for the portfolio that Schindler’s friend had brought. I might as well have a look at it, he thought. Not that it’s much use to me now.
Upon opening it, he was annoyed. Why, why, why, he thought, looking down at the handwritten music, must I spend my final hours looking at people’s work for them?
After five minutes of reading he understood everything, and a smile erupted as he thought of his dear friend Schindler. The mysterious bespectacled gentleman had not presented his work for mere proof-reading. Oh no, these fine songs had been given to him for his own pure and personal pleasure.
“Ah Herr Schubert, besitzen Sie den göttlichen Funken,” he said aloud.
Yes indeed, he thought. Schubert, you have the divine spark, my gifted friend. He continued to read.
Vienna – March 1827
The grey-haired, emaciated figure awoke gently and surveyed the room slowly. They had left, thank goodness. He knew they meant well, Herrs Schindler and Hutenbrenner, but the effort to accommodate their presence in his mind was physically exhausting, painful even. There had been someone with them, a mysterious looking gentleman, very quiet and unassuming. He was short and stout with curly hair and glasses. Was he imagining it or had he remembered his friend Schindler introducing him? If so, he had not caught his name. He recalled this strange fellow nodding to him nervously whilst he placed a portfolio on the far corner of his bed. Was he another of those confounded lawyers coming to meddle in his affairs? His affairs were sorted, thank you very much, no more portfolios. His latest annuity would keep him until the very end, so that his nephew might inherit his estate.
His breathing became more shallow to avoid the pain of coughing as he tried to shift his shoulders up against the bedstead. All of his body was wracked by a dull persistent aching as the cirrhosis affected the surrounding muscle tissue. When he finally managed to sit up, he turned slowly to the cabinet on the right side and reached for the bottle of imported laudanum that Herr Hutenbrenner had kindly brought with him. He raised it to his lips and drank a small mouthful of the soothing liquid, slowly swilling it around his mouth before swallowing. Was that enough? he wondered. He examined the bottle carefully but could not find any instructions. He took another drink, screwed the lid back on and placed the bottle back on the cabinet and waited. Fifteen minutes later a warm glow began to engulf him as the opium and alcohol took effect. He lay back and drank in the comforting sensation, almost floating. He was ready now.
He gently rose, gripping the bedside cabinet for support. When he was upright he stood firm, waiting for any sign that he might either fall or faint. The laudanum made him feel pleasant but weak and slightly giddy and he knew he couldn’t afford the chance that he might fall. He slowly raised both hands and reached for the large oak beam on the sloped ceiling, carefully avoiding possible splinters, and started to walk towards the commode past the foot of the bed. He knew that once he had finished his business he could relax more, maybe take another drink of that glorious beverage. As he sat above the basin, he noticed rhythmic vibrations in the wooden door as someone knocked. He desperately wished it was the maid and not more visitors.
“Nicht jetzt! Ich benutze die Toilette,“ he cried.
The door stopped vibrating.
When he had finished, he washed himself in the porcelain dish that had been left there by his maid and made his way back to bed. Once he was sitting up comfortably he took a large slug of the laudanum and reached for the portfolio that Schindler’s friend had brought. I might as well have a look at it, he thought. Not that it’s much use to me now.
Upon opening it, he was annoyed. Why, why, why, he thought, looking down at the handwritten music, must I spend my final hours looking at people’s work for them?
After five minutes of reading he understood everything, and a smile erupted as he thought of his dear friend Schindler. The mysterious bespectacled gentleman had not presented his work for mere proof-reading. Oh no, these fine songs had been given to him for his own pure and personal pleasure.
“Ah Herr Schubert, besitzen Sie den göttlichen Funken,” he said aloud.
Yes indeed, he thought. Schubert, you have the divine spark, my gifted friend. He continued to read.
Comment Wall (43 comments)
- At 8:59pm on December 9, 2009,
Thomas Hay said…
- Hey Simon,
I actually finished my section a good two weeks ago, and I already uploaded a wav file to one of the discussion threads. I'll add it again to the new thread.
Cheers,
Thomas
- At 6:30am on December 7, 2009,
Asevenc said… - Alphabet Green is amazing ! I liked this one is particular. I almost imagined characters and a story while listening to this !
This was your debut orchestral track ? Unbelievable.
Very original, very captivating !
All the best for you future !
- At 9:21pm on December 2, 2009,
Jacob Royal said… - What key is your symphony in?
- At 8:44am on November 24, 2009,
Kristofer Emerig said… - Simon,
Where's the 2nd movement to the Piano Concerto, or is it modeled after Brandenburg #3?
- At 5:20am on November 23, 2009,
Chris Manthey said… - thank you for some clearer thoughts =)
oh and i enjoyed spirit of the stour.. it somehow made me nostalgic, but i dont know why
- At 5:41am on October 19, 2009,
Stephen Barry said… - Hey Simon! I heard you left the forum and now I see that you're still here. I was gone also, so I was out of the loop! Good to see you on here still.
- At 7:36pm on October 18, 2009,
James May said… - Thanks for the comment. I've been experimenting with a few different sounds and styles as of late. I'm doing sketches for Sonata No. 3 and some other smaller works right now and I'm trying to go in a few different directions. Stay tuned as I'll be unveiling it within the next few weeks. Cheers, man.
- At 2:14pm on October 16, 2009,
Albert De La Vega said… - Thanks again Simon. It is one of my own favorites, but as you can see, still needs to be pieced together. It actually exemplifies how I put things together
- At 3:00pm on October 13, 2009,
Bethany Trainor said… - Thanks Simon! =)
- At 8:07am on October 13, 2009,
Albert De La Vega said…
- Hey Simon, how are you doing? The pieces end abruptly because I am not exceedingly patient and I jump from piece to piece (I am trying to get better at that). Currently I am using Garritan for the piano sounds and EWQLSO for the orchestral sounds. Hopefully I can finish and re-post something soon.
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