Saturday, October 20, 2012

Gala Songs

A follow up on yesterday's post, here I will list the shows we sang from and which songs were performed. The links are to wikipedia pages on each show, and youtube videos of the best recording of performance of the song I could find.


Parade: This show is set during the civil war, and based off of actual events. It takes place in Georgia, just as the war is beginning. The first song we sing, "The Old Red Hills of Home", is a Chorus number with two soloists, and is about a young and old soldier going off to war, and sets the tone for the show. It centers around a Jewish man who married a southern girl. Their marriage is more out of convenience than love, but they are more or less happy. The man works at a pencil factory, and something happens there that will change his life. A little girl is murdered. Because this is a time filled with racism, not only do they not think of asking any of the slaves that were working there at the time what happened, but they also instantly accuse the hated Jew of the murder. Much like the Salem witch trails, three young girls come forward and falsely accuse him, providing fake evidence that he also...well, what you might call forcibly slept with the murdered girl. His wife comes forward, and sings "You Don't Know This Man", an emotional song about pleading for her husband to have a second chance. It turns out that he does get one, and the girls even admit to being bribed, but the night before his second trial, the Governor sends a group of men including the murdered girl's boyfriend to lynch him. The show ends with his death. It is really sad.

South Pacific: A simpler show that I do not really know the plot of. It was written a long time ago, and centers around a love story. The song that was sung from this show by a soloist and the female chorus was "I'm in Love with a Wonderful Guy". It was funny because it included a minute long dance break, and instead of dancing, the soloist had to run around being vaguely happy and skipping, and then sang the lyrics "I'm as corny as Kansas in August"...Heh.

Ragtime: Another show I did not sing in, it is set around the turn of the century, and is super complicated. It centers around three groups: The Rich White People, Harlem, and Immigrants. The story weaves together a psychic little boy, a beautiful vaudeville star, historical figures like Henry Ford, J. P. Morgan, and Emma Goldman, an Immigrant Artist and his daughter, and two Harlem lovers. It gets intense, with both acts ending in the death of a main character. It would take too long to explain it all, so go look it up if your interested. The songs that soloists sang from it were "Journey On" a duet between the stiff upper-class gentleman setting off for the North Pole, and the poor Immigrant coming to the New World. The second song is "Your Daddy's Son" sung by the Harlem girl to her fatherless child after she nearly kills it in rage, fear, and grief of her lover abandoning her.

Oklahoma: I know nothing of this plot. But hey, the music must be easy, right? All you do it be all cowboyish, right? Think again. This show has a crazy harmony, with six parts, and a fast tempo. We sang the title song. It was hard.

Carousel: A show I know nothing about. We sang a chorus number with nice harmonies called "You'll Never Walk Alone".

Sweeney Todd: This show is about a barber who was falsely convicted of a crime and exiled by a judge who wanted to steal his beautiful wife away from him.  He then comes back, wants revenge, and meets a failing meat pie selling woman who was in love with him all those years ago. She helps him get revenge, and when they are almost found out, he has to kill the man that threatened to reveal their secret. The woman gets the bright idea of baking him into a pie, resulting in the song "A Little Priest" about how all the new meat pies would taste based on the profession of the meat. They do continue to kill those who won't be missed, and make them into pies. Meanwhile, the barber's daughter has been locked away with the judge, and has gone a bit insane. She sings "Green Finch" a song talking to birds about the metaphor between the caged song birds and her own life. Again, a lot happens in this show. Look up the rest.

Merrily We Roll Along: This show is unique in that is moves backwards in time. It starts after the friendship of the three main characters, and in a way their lives, have fallen apart, and then works back to when they were just starting out. We sang to choral numbers "The Hills of Tomorrow" a song sung at the beginning and end of the show at two different High School graduations, and "Our Time", a song almost at the end which is about starting out, and how the world is an open door. It's actually sad, because the audience can see where these hopeful and optimistic twenty year olds end up when they're in their forties.

Anything Goes: Um, this one...happens on a boat? I forget how it goes, but there are three friends on the boat at some point who sing a song called "Friendship". Other than that I have no idea what the show is about.

Into the Woods: My favorite show. Ever. It weaves together fairy tales, including Cinderella, Rapunzel, Jack and the Bean-stock, Little Red Riding Hood, and a story about a baker and his wife who want a child, but are cursed, and must appease a witch to have the curse removed. Act one goes to Happily Ever After, and act two goes right past it into how all their wishes go wrong, and people die, and the giant's wife wants revenge, etc. Someone sang "Moments in the Woods", a song near the end of act two that the baker's wife sings after having some quality time with Cinderella's Prince Charming. In the end she discovers what the woods are for, and decides to go home and lead a normal life, and then she is stepped on by a giant and dies. Cheery, right?

West Side Story: You all know this one. Really. Or at least you should. We sang the tonight quintet, at the end of act one.

Les Miserables: This is a show set in France, based off if a book by the same name...it follows an escaped convict with a good heart, two young lovers, a revolution, and many more things...it is also complicated. A soloist sang "I Dreamed a Dream" and we all sang "One Day More".

Thursday, October 18, 2012

Why You Should Never Practice!

Hello, readers. Today, for once, I actually have something to talk about! And I will talk a LOT.

I was recently in a Gala. You know, the old get up and sing in a Chorus to support a theater company and raise money deal. (Fine, maybe you did not know that, but now you do.)
A lot of Galas can be pretty sorry things. Nine or so kids with almost no boys, no rehearsal, and one pianist. Then there is us. Over twenty kids, with at least four voices in each part.
Oh, you may not know about vocal parts either. Let me explain.

There are two main labels you can apply to your voice. One is range. Range is the literal range of notes you can hit, wether you sound good or not. Your Vocal Part is where your voice resonates, and usually lines up pretty neatly with range. There are three vocal parts for each gender, going up from Base, the lowest, to Soprano, the highest. The full list is: Base, Baritone, Tenor, Alto, Mezzo, Soprano. (Mezzo is pronounced "MET-so"). I'm a Baritone, the middle male voice, tinging on the lower side.
Vocal parts are extremely important when singing harmonies. You can have up to maybe an eight part harmony, and down to a two part. A two part harmony would be either boys and girls, or Tenors, Sopranos, and high middle voices singing one part while the lower middle voices, Altos, and Bases sing the other.

Now that I've ranted about the size of the group, and about vocal parts, etc, let me move on the the orchestra.

Our orchestra is a rag tag group of better than decent musicians of all ages who are willing to play a show for 25 bucks, and usually sound great. Our music director is a "purist", meaning he wants the orchestra to sound as close to the original broadway one as possible. This means he hires every instrument. Harp, Timpani, Violins, Violas, Cellos and stand up Bases, French Horns, Trumpets and Trombones, and even two little whistles that make bird calls.
Unfortunately, the night before the Gala, they lost their lead Trombonist. And they really needed someone to come in and play that part. After calling no less than 8 different plausible replacements, the music director turned to my dad.
My dad is a musician. He plays Trombone and Piano, as well as drums and base guitar to some extent, and teaches music at two colleges. One thing he loves is jumping in at the last minute and sight reading. This means that, with no practice, he sat down in the pit on the day of the Gala and played his rather complicated part merely by looking at the sheet music. He made very few mistakes.

Then, there were the rehearsals.

They didn't vary from the typical thrown together Gala that much.

Every kid in the Gala, from thirteen to eighteen, was apparently hand picked for being able to learn music fast. They sent us PDFs of the music a couple weeks before the first rehearsal. I, being me, had everything memorized by the time I was in the car on the way to the first rehearsal.
I was gloating a bit. Just to myself, but apparently all but one of the three other Baritones had completely neglected to practice.
A kid a year older than me, and a foot shorter than me, who I must say annoys me to death, petulantly said that "Actually it isn't good to practice before the first rehearsal."
He has a point. When you're in a show, with months of rehearsal coming up, learning your part before you even start can be problematic because 1: It gets stale in your head and you mess up, and 2: You might learn the wrong part accidentally.
The Gala is a different story. We had three rehearsals (Tuesday, Thursday, Friday), with only two extra ones for soloists, and the performance that Saturday.

Needless to say, afore said kid ended up singing the melody (slightly off tune) by the time we reached the performance, while everyone else sang their harmonies. (Except the Tenors...they usually have the melody to sing anyway.)
Unfortunately, I was over-prepared. For two songs, I had learned the wrong part. In my defense, they were both written extremely strangely, but I did have to relearn the two longest, most difficult songs, in about two days. And I did. Barely. But when I muttered under my breath "Oh, crud, I learned the wrong part" the kid took it upon himself to inform me that "that's why you shouldn't ever practice!". I wanted to take a tip from Fayah and bang his head in a door. But I just gritted my teeth, and ignored him.

So, that was the Gala. A post is coming tomorrow about the songs in it, if you're interested!

Wednesday, September 26, 2012

Broken iPods

Well, yet again I have neglected to post for ages. Not much has happened in the time between my last post and now.
So I will say this alone: I broke my iPod. I was trying to take a video and dropped it. Now I have a new one. Yay me.

Soooo interesting. Eh.

I'm also sick in bed. Doing math homework and reading Ivanhoe. Oh, boy.

Instead of talking about that, I'll just post some pictures taken with the new iPod. Since I am posting from said iPod, I have no idea where they will show up in the post. Oh well.


Tuesday, August 21, 2012

Vacation

OK, so my lack of posts is (partly) because of the fact that I was on vacation! Yay me!
For lack of a better topic, I shall talk about my vacation!

I went up to the Sierra mountains. My family owns a cabin there, within five minutes of an awesome river, and a half hour from a lake.

Here is some of what happened:

The River
The river has a strong current and is cold as snowmelt. Luckily, in the summer, it is so hot outside that the river feels good that cold. You can swim around, careful to avoid sharp rocks and strong currents, or use the current to carry you somewhere super fast. A fun way to use a floaty is going down the rapids in one...like short white water rafting trips in weaker, safe currents.

The Lake
The lake is big. And awesome. And full of islands, that are medium sized and awesome. I've camped on an island in the past, but this time my friend and I were content to swim out to them and play around. There is a lagoon that is good for wading and shallow swimming, and has a long strip of rock underwater that slowly descends for ages, making a good place to get used to the temperature.

My Feet
Yes. My feet. You read right. I hurt my legs and feet way too much on my six day vacation. Here are four of the memorable ways in which I injured myself:
At the river, I slipped on a wet rock, skinned my knee a bit, and got a bruise on my upper leg. Then I got up, walked three steps, and stepped on a yellow jacket. ERG!
At the lake, a got a huge wound in my toe from scraping it lightly against a rock (don't ask how...) and then fell in a trench hurting my knee so it hurt to walk on for a while.
So basically me feet are cursed.

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Uh...

Well...




Well, I'm feeling un-creative...so that's all ya get. Sorry!
Over and out!

-Shadow

Saturday, August 4, 2012

Ideas, and the Fact that I'm Out of Them

Yup. Glory be, I make a comeback, pledge to post a lot now, and utterly fail. This is why I avoid New Years Resolutions... Well, certain ones at least.

So. Um...How about books? Books are always a popular topic...I think. I'll start with the three most recent books I've gotten: Dune, Foundation, and Long Earth.

Dune, By Frank Herbert
So, Dune is one of those books science fiction fans rave about, especially if they're of the previous generation. A classic of classics, it features a huge and well planned world. Unfortunately, I don't know much about that world yet. I'm on page 37. So, yeah. Dune seems cool so far. It always takes getting used to, reading a really rich and good work from another time. Like Shakespeare. The first bit of a play to me is always hard to plow through if I haven't read one in a while, but once I get going it feels more or less like reading a normal book. I just focus on the story. Dune is like that. Sorta. I can feel the antiquity in the slightly formal feeling wording and the use of italicized thoughts which, at least in my experience, are less and less common nowadays.

Foundation, By Isaac Asimov
Another classic of the sci fi genera. Seeing as I only got these two (and Long Earth) yesterday, I haven't even cracked this one yet. So...what can I say? Nothing.

Long Earth, By Terry Pratchett and Stephen Baxter
This one, also unread (although I did peek) is partially by an author I am very familiar with: Pratchett. Pratchett is the author of the hilarious adult fantasies in the Discworld series, as well as the co-author of Good Omens (a collaboration with Neil Gaiman) Since adult fantasy is uncommon, and humorous adult fantasy is downright rare, Pratchett has become one of my favorite authors. With characters such as Death, an emotionless grim reaper with an immortal horse named Binky; to The Luggage, a treasure chest made of sapient-pear-wood that stores money, washes laundry, and eats people who reach in to steal some gold; I always find Pratchett fun to read, and I look forward to reading this book.


So. That was books. Tomorrow maybe I'll talk about springs, bit of mauve fluff, or even tongue cleaners made of recycled yogurt cups. Who knows. Thank you for reading.


-Shadow (Who has decided against the poetry idea)

Tuesday, July 31, 2012

Welcome (Again)

So. For many of you who read my old blog, a welcome message is redundant. You know who I am (mostly), and you know that, though I now can't really call myself a newbie, I still have a lot to learn about blogging.

But, there are three things I want to address here.

Firstly, my old blog.

Many of you must wonder why, in the midst of a glorious era of absolute postlessness, where crickets thrived, I would make a new blog (and blogger account). The answer is simple. The old blog, and account, used my old, and somewhat embarrassing e-mail address. (Don't worry, unless you know me from third grade I gave you the new one) So, when I created a google+ account, instead of using my blogger info, I decided to start again, from scratch.

Since I will most likely never post on Spilled Ink again, except to link to here, you should all feel you have a clean conscience when you remove it from your blogroll (except got Billybobjean, who has no conscience). However, if for some strange reason you want a link to it, one can be found in the page titled "Spilled Ink" or here.

Secondly, and quite shortly, I'd like you to promise me that if I ever go a full week without posting, and did not state a reason why, you will promptly bang me on the head with a virtual baseball bat until I post. Agreed? Good.

Lastly, the naming of this blog.

One fateful day, during a skype video chat, someone (I believe it was BBJ) said something so amusing that, in the act of laughing, I fell off my chair. This was perhaps even more entertaining than the thing that made me laugh. So was born the new LOL, the improved ROFL: FOMCL. My web address.

Now, the actual credit for the actual name goes to Billybobjean. While skyping with her, I said *falls off chair* but forgot an f in off. So, she rushed to some unknown photo editor, and came back with this:

After then followed the falls of bed:

And finally, my version of the falls of chair, made large enough to be the background for this blog:

And that is the story of the falls of chair
Spread it onwards, if you dare
For in this bout of thus unplanned
Poetry that is at hand
I give a message of repose
Expressed in this first draft of prose.


-Shadow
(Who is considering finishing each of his posts with an on the spot, unedited stanza...)