Xtain Pacifists

So right before fall break, I happened upon a very small peace vigil in “downtown” Middletown. It was a few old guys with peace signs standing in front of the episcopal church. So I stood with them for a while, holding a sign with a pro-peace message on it and decided to come back the next monday after fall break. Being active is important. Maybe more so in tiny towns than in big cities where everyone expects you to be.

today I came back and it was raining, not hard but apparently enough to make the ink run on their signs, so they were standing in the church door, instead of down on the sidewalk. They were all fired up about the march on Washington, which they had gone to, but I did not. I stuck my bike in the vestibule and went to stand with them. Only one guy was holding a sign and it said “Jesus is the Prince of Peace.” I picked up some sign about the administration lying and we stood in the church door while they stood around and dissed the Green party. The Greens in CT are apparently less together than they are in CA and are apparently looking to get some of the peace crowd to join the party. These guys were tired of the Greens trying to convert them, especially since they’re so inneffective (because they have so few members) blah blah blah. Uh, yeah. I’m a Green. they’ve been tremendously successful in Germany. then the subject switched to SUVs. A woman there was talking about how tiny women drive SUVs. tiny women! They have no buisiness driving that kind of car! they get in accidents!
I switched the subject to SUVs as a symptom of class warfare, lest I start defending the right of tiny women to drive any car they damn well please. and it went around for a while until the Quaker woman standing next to me said that she was uncomfortable with the Jesus sign. I pointed out that it was impossible to tell whether the guy holding it was a pacifist or a bible thumper. He got adamant about how this was a religious peace group and he was not taking Jesus out of it. It was bad enough that they had to quit carrying the pro-Palestine signs because the local Rabbi had complained. and then the subject wended around to Jews.
It’s a small town. folks in a small town might not know the difference between Zionists and Jewish people as a group. The problem with Jews . . .. Oh but that one guy that spoke at the march was Jewish . . . blah blah blah. yikes. So I ran away.
As I was retrieving my bike, they seem to have come back to their religious (Christian) identity. “We’re a religious group!” the guy with the Jesus sign was saying. Quakers. Catholics. etc. “Actually, I’m an atheist.” I said as I snapped on my helmet. yes really. maybe, indeed I would turn to God on my deathbed, who can know the future?
they want me to come back next week, maybe so they can convert me back to being catholic, or maybe so I can convert them all to being Green.
I reported all of this to Aaron, my housemate, and he said, “wow. Greens. Women. Athesists. you’re lucky they didn’t start talking about gay people.”
indeed. I need a new peace group.

Research status

The manuscript of the play, La Misterie du Siege d’ Orleans, does not have any sheet music with it, nor any ornamentation of any kind. However, it does have many, many pauses that were intended to be filled with music. Many of these pauses contain instructions for orchestration. The most common instruments mentioned are trumpets, bugles and organ. No 15th century document even mentions the play. The librarian at the Joan of Arc center says that it has never been performed in it’s current form. some scholars believe that it is not really a play, but rather a collection of smaller action vignettes associated with the annual May 8th festivities commemorating the raising of the siege. This hypothesis seems logical, given the evidence above and also because no-one has really been able to date the manuscript. Parts of it seem to be written right after the siege and other parts appear to date from later years.

The play (or series of processional events) seems to have been written for the entire town to take part in. entire battles are re-acted out. It calls for thousands of actors. Part of the town is supposed to be set ablaze for it. It would take several days to stage it in it’s entirety. and it has over a hundred “major” characters.

The play certainly grew out of the May 8th processions, whether or not it was just a collection of past processional events. It’s possible that musical sources for it were battle songs, hymns and some courtly processional music. the librarian at the Joan of Arc Center (whose name I wish I had gotten), says that all of these sources are lost. there is some evidence around the music at the cathedral, however.

For my paper, I intend to analyze the instrumentation in connection with the action. I’m going to read _Aspects of Genre in Late Medieval French Drama_ by Alan Knight and talk to Professor Alden to figure out what to do with this.

over draft protection

check it out. you can slack and let your bank account drop to zero and if you have overdraft protection, you can continue to get money out of atms and pay all your bills without the check bouncing, and so, say, if my joint checking account with christi were at zero dollars right now, she ought to be able to get euros out of the atm while the check mailed today wends it’s way through the mail system and becomes part of the available balance. so says the customer service rep who wouldn’t do a transfer from another bank. (if for some reason, this turns out not to be the case, i can wire money to wells fargo on monday)

la la la

Kids say the darndest things

Alvin likes to tell folks about his undergrad seminar that he teaches on Esxperimental music. His goal is to inundate the kids with thousands of musical examples and not much discussion. he wants them to understand structure and not talk about emotional reactions to music.
this stance has led to speculation on the part of the grad student population as to what motivated him to limit discourse in this way. One of the vetran students said that the undergrads here will say bizarre things trying to describe their reaction to a pice. really, really strange, he said.
Today, in the class I TA, the students were playing their midterm projects and the class was discussing them a bit. One of the students played a really good project. Very nice. Very tonal (as in, it used them, verses being musique concrete), very thoughtful. It was lovely. Ron gave some feedback and then the class was asked if they had comments. they’re a quiet bunch. half the time, they won’t say anything. But this one kid, who was very impressed, started speaking, kind of slowly about it. “The beginning sounded like robots who were in love, but who were fighting, like, on top of a carribean restaurant . . .” [pause] “that was full of aliens.”

took the words right out of my mouth

502 lines of perl code

and it still doesn’t work

all i have to do now is figure out how to open a OSC receiver socket in super collider, parse the incomming arrays and handle the timing. the durations come in ahead of the pitches. maybe i should do a different thing where every other one is a pitch so it’s /player pitch, dur, pitch, dur, pitch dur, etc. that might be better. it would be an easy change.
i think once i take the useless comments, the print statements and other debugging junk out of my perl program, it will only be 350 lines are so. that’s a lot of perl though. and if you add up all the junk i already removed, i probably generated over 1000 lines, of which less than half are useful. that’s depressing
anyway, i have the instruments to play already written.
i must sleep in the six hours before class. my project isn’t done. i’m sure that welsyean will flunk me out over this and my as-yet still unwritten stravinsky paper
It was snowing outside a few hours ago. i hope it’s warmed up. i knew i should have brought a warmer jacket with me
good god. snow.

Perl? Why the hell would i know perl?

Just because I spent two years as a perl programmer is no reason at all to think i ight know how to store data in it. what a silly idea. i think i’ll spend days trying to figure out how to dereference arrays. after all, it’s not like i have anyhting better to do. it’s a good thing that i’m such a mellow person or i might get the urge to kill the undergrad in here who keeps asking me for help with his midterm project even though i’m not the ta for this class, i’m just a fucked up student and his project is working.

Status: Jetlagged

My midterm project for MUSC 222 is 66% done, or thereabouts. Remember, the first 90% of a project takes the first 90% of the time and the last 10% takes the other 90% of the time. Due Date: tommorrow, 12:10 PM EDT. I’ve got a thermos full of pre-brewed mate (I know I’m doing it wrong) and a french press at home in the fridge with three inches of mate leaves in the bottom. I’m staying in the electronic music lab until the prohect is finished, xena needs a walk, i run out of mate, or somebody sees me collapsed and carries me out.

Bartok Paper

I read the Bluebeard article with great interest. When I was at the Joan of Arc Centre in Orleans, one of the things I learned is that the real-life Bluebeard may have been the commissioner of the play, La Misterie du Siege d’Orleans, which I am researching. While the man who became famous for his misdeeds is a character in the play, none of his future misdeeds are mentioned and he is treated as a hero. Some suggest that this is evidence that he paid for the play to be written. Others believe that this is useful information for dating the year that the play was written. In either case, Bartok and the anonymous fifteen century playwright share a commonality for casting Bluebird, a real life serial killer of children and folk-tale murderer of wives, as a hero.
Frigyesi’s interesting research suggests that Balazs’ and Bartok’s heroic casting of Bluebird does not use stereotypical and harmful gender roles, but is almost a proto-feminist piece. Unlike the fairy-tale, where Judith is punished for her disobedience, here she just runs into the essentially solitary nature of the soul. Frigyesi acknowledges that other critics feel that the original fairy-tale interpretation is present in the opera and then unearths a mountain of evidence to support his own, contrary, claim. Some of this evidence, however, is underwhelming. For instance, when analyzing the Gulacsy painting The Magician’s Garden, Frigyesi suggests that female figure’s partial disrobement indicated openness and hence masculinity. While I’m not familiar with the the painting conventions of turn-of-the-century Budapest, I can say with certainty that more recent western images of partially unclothed women with fully clothed men have not intended to convey anything but femininity and submissiveness on the part of the pictured female. While certainly The Magician’s Garden is more complicated than a modern Budweiser ad, I require more context to be convinced of Frigyesi’s interpretation. Similarly, I am not fully convinced that the ending of the opera, like the folk-tale, is not a punishment Pandora-like for Judith being too curious.
That said, the context Frigyesi provides around the opera greatly increased my understanding of the piece. Otherwise, it would have been hard to know what to make of it other than a very strange retelling of the folk-tale. The nihilistic context is immediately familiar to anyone who was a pretentious highschool student during the time that I was in school. I used to frequent a cafe where all the young patrons wore black clothes and propped up their Nietzsche tomes so that others would be able to see the author’s name on the binding of the book. We drank lattes and talked about meaninglessness and how our words could never adequately convey our angst. Had I been aware of this opera during that time, I’m sure that I would have become a great devotee.
The angst, isolation and nihilism that this opera portrays, us teenagers experienced as a facet of modernity. The Kafka story, The Metamorphosis, which was also extremely popular around Coffee Society, takes place in an explicitly modern setting and our highschool english teachers instructed us about the modernist content. Kafka, of course, lived in Prague when he wrote that, but Frigyesi talks about nihilism as a social force throughout eastern and western Europe at the time.
Bluebeard’s Castle was also written around the time that the Esperanto movement was gaining steam. The language was invented in Poland and it’s “national library” is currently in Budapest. It became extremely popular in France and Germany, but it’s strongest staying-power has been in Eastern Europe, especially in Hungary. It’s ironic then, that Bartok and other members of the intelligentsia where fretting about the utter inability of words to convey meaning that the same time that others were trying to bridge gaps between people of different languages.

Huzzah!

There is sheet music for the surviving manuscript of the Joan of Arc mystery play! So says a book on Medieval French Drama that I just checked out of the library!

For those of you who may have been concerned, I did not turn in my Stravinsky paper.