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PHOTO FRIDAY

THE CURRENT CHALLENGE

Fri Apr 25, 2014

This week’s challenge:

‘Still Life’.

“Music expresses that which cannot be put into words and that which cannot remain silent”
― Victor Hugo

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Cloudy

Cloudy Night
so, no Lunar Eclipse.
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Thanks Nasa!

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Lovers Point

“I still find each day too short for all the thoughts I want to think, all the walks I want to take, all the books I want to read and all the friends I want to see.” – John Burroughs

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About the Music:

New York Times. May 17, 2013. 

Ritual Reaches: Playing the Backside of a Violin, Using a Guitar Like a Cello.

By Corinna da Fonseca-Wollheim.

The woman onstage appears to be struggling. The sounds that are coming out of her are wordless, labored and worrying. A wheezing inhalation. A whispered scream. Choking, gagging, strangled croaks. A high-pitched whine that remains trapped behind her closed lips and masklike face.

Many composers today explore the border between music and sound. But the work of Julio Estrada, the subject of the last Composer Portrait of the season at the Miller Theater on Thursday evening, teeters on the threshold between sound and something else.

In works like “miqi’cihuatl,” for female voice, which here received a mesmerizing performance by Tony Arnold, the thing on the other side of sound is not silence but a primordial state of consciousness, in which emotions manifest themselves in a physical form that is viscerally understood long before it is expressed.

On paper, Mr. Estrada, a Mexican composer and mathematician who recently turned 70, cuts a forbidding figure. His Modernist credentials include studies with Nadia Boulanger in Paris, a residence at the Donaueschingen Festival in Germany and theoretical treatises on the relationship of rhythm and pitch. Because of the tortured complexity of his obsessively notated scores (partituras in Spanish), some musicians refer to them as parti-torturas. But Thursday’s survey proved that while Mr. Estrada’s music is undeniably difficult to play and listen to, it is also wildly entertaining to observe.

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