Congratulations Harry!

Might of read, HE was found...and adopted.

Today's theme is composing....

It all began awhile ago, with the first song a gift I made for Ross's graduation called, Bunny Harvey. Actually BH wasn't the VERY 1st song, but that was so long ago-and so strange sounding it's hardly mentionable. Back before the days I'd ever studied chords, progressions, keys, arrangement, music theory etc...

A bit later, Pippo and I were goofing around in his music room which has the ole electric clavinola I used to play at home (before Wilhemina was adopted), with Pippo on guitar ( instead of drums).
Pips tells me a progression and I goof with it. Then I tell Pips that the progression is NOT a song...progressions can't be copywritten-only melodies...Surprisingly, or rather telepathically? He and I hear THE SAME tune in our heads- and it sounds like an upbeat seventies surfer song- we can wordlessly sing it, using our voices as kazoos or a fake brass section. After some further melodic elaboration and arrangement, we call it Jackpot Jinx.

Next a very Italian sounding sad song comes out, in a minor key, of course. Initially we just call it Italian sad song, but after elaboration we decide it is a ballad. We are reminded of our rogue rebellious sentiments toward a dead outlaw named Liboni,
called il Lupo or lupone, and we decide to name our second song Ballata di Libone. Meanwhile I begin researching elements of il Lupo's life and demise for eventual suitable lyrics.

A very pretty progression is offered by Pippo next.....I take his progression and discombobulate it entirely; reordering the chords and arrangements and creating a melody. We call it Scensore perverso ( trans. Perverse elevator).

The latest, and Pippo's fave to date, is a progression and melody I wrote mostly with sevenths. While performing it for Gillian one day, she offers that it sounds like Mary Had a little lamb- and on review, I discover that infact, it shares many of the same notes with MhaLL. I decide to precede and end it with MhaLL. It asks questions about whatever happened to Mary's little lamb, elaborates and recounts the lamb's little life in almost a funeral like or ode mode.

All of these tunes can be sung fairly easily- Pippo and I regularly hear them in our heads, and occasionally sing them outloud with dadadadas or dumdumdoos, the fun part is when we begin to hear new parts and additions in our heads.


Now I'm beginning to have a serious and unaffordable musical wish list. A weighted key fully octaved board that can be plugged into a fastloading computer that has the program for writing the notes down, manipulating the timing, recording and mixing tracks. A recording studio for visiting musicians, elaborators, jammers. Sweet clear Microphones....knowledge about things that plug in and how....yikes...have serious cravings too for the piano teacher of my dreams in my musical utopia...

My fantasies extend into realizing that semi animated movie called, 'The adventures of piano girl' where all the superheros are musical instruments bringing harmony to discord but battling amongst themselves for supremecy, sometimes wandering off playing sad solos. Almost miraculously, the superheros save enough people from tone deafness and inspire them enough to
help them clap in rythm.

Readers of this new blog are invited to chime in. Adopt an instrument-add to the dream, tinkle a triangle..or whatever...

Dogged determination...

It happened.
She was found.
Ages ago I'd left a search with Reunion.com, of all places... surprisingly, on January 8th I received a message.
It was rather an angry message. Remotely curious.
I responded, she responded.
I wrote her an email.