Tuesday, 30 September 2008
Heart in Herts.
The first thing that was said to us when me and my fellow students entered the first MCCT talk was "hello Composers!"
Wow. I'm a composer, and get called so every day.
I arrived and found it very hard to make friends and to fit in. Odd shoes, a figurine of an R1, Star Trek and orchestral music... I'm not your average joe girl, and people didnt seem to like that. I have settled in a bit more now, having spent the evening with my house mates last night, which was nice, and we all get on. But no one seems to be quite.. erm, wierd enough for me yet? I'm sure i'll meet the right group soon thought. Today was much better. We had a composition session today, where people from both courses got to stand up and show every one their compositions and talk about themselves and their music. Everyone was so different and all at such a high standard of what i've heard so far. I was only one of two today who played an orchestral movement rather than other more pop styles today, but i've had loads of people come up to me and talk about it and tell me how much they liked / loved the composition! Which made me shake even more lol. Man, I was nervous. But it's over and I'm glad I had the gutts to get up and do it. I got asked lots of questions about it and stuff, like how we did it, how we recorded it, what the influences were (to which I might have mentioned a tutu) and things like that. that helped me to meet alot more people, pepole who i think I'm much more likely to get on with! There's only two girls on my particular course, including me!
Last night I looked up to the heavens at 10 pm, and was comforted to think that other people might be doing the same thing. I also heard the best and greatest song I've ever heard in my life last night. And I hung out my window in the cool breeze to see the plough shining through, the song blearing in my ears. No words can describe...
I miss my piano so much. I miss so many people so much, and at times I'm finding it so hard. I hope it keeps on getting better and better, and now I cant wait to start my course! but for now, I shall stop the non stop drinking (lol not quite :P ) and got to bed, cuz I havent slept a bloody wink since being here! night everyone, can't wait till friday...
Thursday, 25 September 2008
Don't Cry
Twenty Days Ago
Wednesday, 24 September 2008
Day Six: Sally's Pigeons
Monday, 22 September 2008
Parp.
Day Five: School's Out
Day Four: Lazing On A Sunday Afternoon
Sunday, 21 September 2008
If you're head is like this, you can write a song...
My rhyme ain't good just yet,
My brain and tongue just met,
And they ain't friends, so far,
My words dont travel far,
They tangle in my hair,
And tend to go nowhere,
They grow right back inside,
Right past my brain and eyes
Into my stomach juice
Where they dont serve my juice,
All melted calories,
Nutrition values.
And I absorb back in
The words right through my skin
They sit there festering inside my bowels
The consonants and vowels
The consequence of sounds
The consonants and vowels
The consequence of sounds
Got a soundtrack in my mind,
All the time. Kids-
Screamin' from too much beat up
And they don't even rhyme,
They just stand there, on a street corner,
Skin tucked in
And meat side out and shot,
And Id like to turn them down
But there ain't no knob.
Run into picket fences
Not into picket lines.
All this hippie-shit for the 60's
And another clich for our time. But,
But a one of these days your heart
Will just stop ticking,
And they sorta just don't find you till your cubicle is reeking.
The consonants and vowels
The consequence of sounds
The consonants and vowels
The consequence of sounds
Ahh ah ah ah ahh ah ah ah
Did you know that the gravedigger's still
Gettin' stuck in the machine
Even tough it's a whole other daydream.
It's another town it's another world,
Where the kids are asleep, where the loans are paid
And the lawns are mowed.
Whad'ya think?
All the gravediggers were gone?
Just cause one song is done
Theres always another one,
Waiting right around the bend,
Till this one ends,
Then it begins
Quickly, then it starts all over again.
The weather report keeps on
Tossing and turning,
Predicting and warning,
And warning and warning of,
Possibly it could be news publications and,
Possibly it could be news TV stations. That
Very same morning right next to her coffee
She noticed some bleeding and heard hollow coughing and
National Geographic was being too graphic,
When all she had wanted to know was the traffic
The worlds got a nosebleed it said
And were flooding but we keep on cutting
The trees and the forests!
And we keep on paying those freaks on the TV,
Who claim they will save us but want to enslave us.
And sweating like demons they scream through our speakers
But we leave the sound on 'cause silence is harder.
And no ones the killer and no ones the martyr
The world that has made us can no longer contain us
And profits are silent then rotting away 'cause
The consonants and vowels
The consequence of sounds.
The consonants and vowels
The consequence of sounds.
Ah ah ah
My rhyme ain't good just yet,
My brain and tongue just met,
And they aint friends, so far,
My words don't travel far,
They tangle in my hair,
And tend to go nowhere,
They grow right back inside,
Right past my brain and eyes
Into my stomach juice
Where they don't serve my juice,
All melted calories,
Nutrition values.
And I absorb back in
The words right through my skin
They sit there festering inside my bowels
The consonants and vowels
The consequence of sounds
The consonants and vowels
The consequence of sounds
Day Three: Saturday Night Fever
Saturday, 20 September 2008
Day Two: Banana Pancakes!
Thursday, 18 September 2008
Day One: The Space Between
Wednesday, 17 September 2008
Moons and Horror Shows
60 Piece and BPM
Mr Moustache Man!
With These Hands...
Ignoring the oh so poplar answer of genitalia, what would you say is your favourite part of your body? Random you might think, but as I was sitting in my life guard chair yesterday, leaning on my hand, I was reverted back into my dining room, to a time when I was playing a particularly pretty tune on Ronald. And so, have come to the conclusion, that my hands are indeed the best part of my body. Hands are just so amazing it's quite unbelievable. You can grab and pick up things, play and create music with your hands, have the gift of touch, you can lean on them, bite them, write with them, you can swear with them, paint with them, draw with then, ride bikes with them... you can even make the live long and prosper sign with them... the list goes on and on. So today, I am incredibly greatful to have my wonderful, musical hands.
Tuesday, 16 September 2008
Cheer Up Charlie, It Aint That Bad!
Here is a little song I wrote
You might want to sing it note for note
Don't worry be happy
In every life we have some trouble
When you worry you make it double
Don't worry, be happy...
Ain't got no place to lay your head
Somebody came and took your bed
But don't worry, be happy
The land lord say your rent is late
He may have to litigate
Don't worry, be happy
(Look at me I am happy!)
Don't worry, be happy
(Here I give you my phone number
When your worried call me
I make you happy)
Don't worry, be happy
Ain't got no cash, ain't got no style
Ain't got not girl to make you smile
But don't worry be happy
Cause when you worry your face will frown
And that will bring everybody down
So don't worry, be happy now...
Don't worry don't do it, be happy
Put a smile on your face
Don't bring everybody down like this
Don't worry, it will soon past
Whatever it may be
Don't worry, be happy
Sunday, 14 September 2008
CINEMARRRR!!! It's the Exppeeeeeeeerience that Cooonts!
We're All Going On A Summer Holiday
Saturday, 13 September 2008
Mistulation
Friday, 12 September 2008
Ding Dong Freddie's Getting High!
You Were Always On My Mind Take 2
Maybe I didnt love you quite as often as I could
Little things I shouldve said and done, I never took the time
You were always on my mind
You were always on my mind
Maybe I didnt hold you all those lonely, lonely times
And I guess I never told you, Im so happy that youre mine
If I made you feel second best, Im so sorry, I was blind
You were always on my mind
You were always on my mind
Tell me, tell me that your sweet love hasnt died
Give me one more chance to keep you satisfied
Satisfied
Little things I shouldve said and done, I never took the time
You were always on my mind
You were always on my mind
Tell me, tell me that your sweet love hasnt died
Give me one more chance to keep you satisfied
You were always on my mind
You were always on my mind
You were always on my mind
You were always on my mind
You were always on my mind
You were always on my mind
Maybe I didnt treat you quite as good as I should
Maybe I didnt love you quite as often as I could
Maybe I didnt hold you all those lonely, lonely times
And I guess I never told you, Im so happy that youre mine
Thursday, 11 September 2008
You Were Always On My Mind
I Can Cancan, Can You?
Moulin Rouge is one of my favourite films, and now I think I know why. It combines perfect ideas of how versatile music can be with contemporary art and old fashioned beauty along with the most perfect but tragic love story. The music intertwines the beauty of orchestral movements and sounds, traditional choirs and scores with powerful and different voices in modern and popular music, mashing so many different songs together with an orchestral twist that it makes the songs even more perfect and powerful. Children of the Revolution and The Hills Are Alive. If you listen to the end of songs such as The Show Must Go On in Moulin Rouge, it provides the perfect example of what I'm talking about. It's so clever and the take on the song is just perfect, filling it with all the emotion needed to twist it into the story line of the film, with all the power, beauty and freedom it's bound to provide.
Wednesday, 10 September 2008
BOOM! went the buttock.
Tuesday, 9 September 2008
My name is...
Toz, Sugar Plum (fairy), Sugar, Sugar lump, Lumpy, One or Two?, Spik, Vic, Fred, Freddie, Victoria... I've had so many nick names over these past 18 years, its a struggle to remember my own name some times. People have started calling me by my old nick names and it's slightly confusing yet gives me a smile. Freddie is the one that pretty much every body calls me now. But it's funny that it seems to be the people that care most about me that call me Victoria for the majority of the time, although Freddie still somehow seems to be the name they use. It's funny when someone shouts "FREDDIE!!" at the top of their voice in town, it's usually me and a loada blokes that turn round. lol.