sorry, larry, that clip doesn’t play here
(though those pieces are something i have found comforting).
but, it sets me off on a theme of perambulation.
so let’s ‘promenade’ …
the intro piece to a suite of music that depicts the viewer / listener
moving around a gallery and explloring pieces of artwork
as we begin to stumble out of lockdown,
some places are able to reopen safely and we’ve been able to visit a national trust property
(gardens only not indoors in any houses).
and, they’ve been able to sort it safely, with a very limited, time slot,
book ahead system, strict one way system around the gardens
and, given the demographic that tends to visit these places during the week,
discreet distance is observed and there’s no intrusion on others’ space.
a real joy.
we’ve booked a different garden for next monday.
however, i’m dismayed at the wilful deception and manipulation of us all
by boris’n’co’s puppeteers who’ve cocked up the whole response
to this bloomin’ pan’f’in’demonicness
and are prepared to blame everyone else when it goes tits up.
the beaches here on the south coast have been rammed in the past couple of hot sunny days.
masks on public transport disregarded by swathes.
regulations disregarded wholesale and no able to be enforced.
of course, it’s of our own making,
it’s nothing to do with the botched way in which the gov’t has handled it.
‘…show some guts and determination…’
in response to a question earlier this week in parliament by a local brighton’n’hove mp
as to what measures will be in place to make coastal resorts ‘extra safe’
boris wilfully undermined the regulations he himself put into place by saying:
‘I will be calling on local representatives such as himself to show some guts and determination and champion their communities as venues for people to return to and support. I think that he can do that with confidence because we are introducing a sensible package of measures that allows businesses gradually to reopen while ensuring social distancing.’
spinning the blame right around!
i don't want to be angry.
but i'm angry...
anyway, casting that aside,
let’s concentrate on something that enhances our life
- music is to the fore.
my belgian granny introduced me to a suite of music before i was 10
that i still love in various incarnations.
she gave me the mussorgsky arranged ravel (1922) orchestral ‘pictures at an exhibition’
(it was nearer to’contemporary’ music at that time than to this nearly 60 years later!
oh me oh my!). i
i still have that lp version, plus others.
keith emerson was already introducing classical and jazz pieces
by tchaikovsky, grieg, bernstein…
into the repertoire of the nice (my genuinely favourite group for a while)
so it was deep joy when elp recorded their live version (1970) of 'pictures...'
and seeing them perform it was a rush of fabness.
‘from seeds of confusion, illusion…’
japanese electronic master of the synthesiser isao tomita
turned his hand to the piece (1976)
after i’d already discovered the gorgeous ‘snowflakes are dancing’ album.
it all served to reinforce in me that music shouldn’t be compartmentalised.
here’s an orchestral ‘promenade’ intro:
an original piano version:
and here’s elp’'s radical transformation:
plus, tomita's remarkable version:
i'm also completely absorbed by the new dylan album. ‘i ain’t no false prophet, i only know what i know…’
what a dotage masterpiece that is
(and references allsorts of musical genres, too, just to place it in context of the above).
i’m listening to it all through once again as i write and it’s making me feel good.
'do it with decency and common sense…’