I want to do a music theater piece. Comical and absurd. I am going to call it "The Happy Cemetery" (like the "happy cemetery" I saw last summer). The story should be something like this:
It is nightfall; fog covers the ground; It is very quiet. The silence is broken by ghostly voices, but we don't understand what they are saying; just disjointed sounds and syllables; gradually, they are starting to form words; then sentences. They seem to speak of "life" and "death"; but every mention of "death" is accompanied by sudden laughs, whistling and other noise!
The moon comes out from the clouds; full moon (it is Transilvania, after all ;) ) We now see a lot of people around the graves. It looks almost like a party! Chatting, shouting, singing, laughing! Most of all they seem to make fun of each other! Especially of the way in which they lived - with their unfulfilled dreams, their lack of ambition, their petty jealousy, their lives wasted, or just the plain abundant bad luck. And they ridicule the various ways in which they died: a young man died in a car accident. Another one was decapitated during the 2nd world war. The mother in law that seemed to outlive everyone, but was finally buried by her son in law (who had nothing but hate for her). The fiddler who spent most of his life playing at weddings - and drinking. The young woman who died of cancer. It is more and more noisy, almost as if they are drunk! Talking over each other, laughing, etc.
But suddenly we see the first shy traces of morning light. The moon is covered by clouds again. Sentences and words become more and more disjointed again. Eventually only isolated syllables and sounds - whispers.
It is all quiet again. The fog is still there. Curtain down. Only the instrumental ensemble: sunrise.
I also want to write a "mystical" orchestral piece: "Resurrection". I don't understand why, but I really want to. I have an impression of it, and the sound world, in my mind.
I want to write a piece for a smaller ensemble inspired by a photo I saw, called "Where the smiles are born".
I want to write an "easy(er)" collection of many small duos either for 2 violins (like Bartok's 44 duos), or violin and viola, or violin and cello. I'm not quite sure yet.
I want to write a song cycle, for male voice and piano, in which each song represents a different aspect of the same one concept, most likely "love". I'll call it "12 instances of love" (12, or 24, or 15, etc, depending how many songs I decide to do) Each one treating a different type of love: paternal love, secret love, the end of love, passionate love, jealous love, compassionate love, etc.
I want to write an orchestral piece for Sighet, the "memorial of pain" - the political prison I saw last summer.
I want to write some comical and "mad" and colourful symphonic variations on "Twinkle winkle little star"!
I want to write an orchestral piece about the forests and valleys and hills and mountains, and mountain streams, and birds, and bears! :D
etc, etc.
It is nightfall; fog covers the ground; It is very quiet. The silence is broken by ghostly voices, but we don't understand what they are saying; just disjointed sounds and syllables; gradually, they are starting to form words; then sentences. They seem to speak of "life" and "death"; but every mention of "death" is accompanied by sudden laughs, whistling and other noise!
The moon comes out from the clouds; full moon (it is Transilvania, after all ;) ) We now see a lot of people around the graves. It looks almost like a party! Chatting, shouting, singing, laughing! Most of all they seem to make fun of each other! Especially of the way in which they lived - with their unfulfilled dreams, their lack of ambition, their petty jealousy, their lives wasted, or just the plain abundant bad luck. And they ridicule the various ways in which they died: a young man died in a car accident. Another one was decapitated during the 2nd world war. The mother in law that seemed to outlive everyone, but was finally buried by her son in law (who had nothing but hate for her). The fiddler who spent most of his life playing at weddings - and drinking. The young woman who died of cancer. It is more and more noisy, almost as if they are drunk! Talking over each other, laughing, etc.
But suddenly we see the first shy traces of morning light. The moon is covered by clouds again. Sentences and words become more and more disjointed again. Eventually only isolated syllables and sounds - whispers.
It is all quiet again. The fog is still there. Curtain down. Only the instrumental ensemble: sunrise.
I also want to write a "mystical" orchestral piece: "Resurrection". I don't understand why, but I really want to. I have an impression of it, and the sound world, in my mind.
I want to write a piece for a smaller ensemble inspired by a photo I saw, called "Where the smiles are born".
I want to write an "easy(er)" collection of many small duos either for 2 violins (like Bartok's 44 duos), or violin and viola, or violin and cello. I'm not quite sure yet.
I want to write a song cycle, for male voice and piano, in which each song represents a different aspect of the same one concept, most likely "love". I'll call it "12 instances of love" (12, or 24, or 15, etc, depending how many songs I decide to do) Each one treating a different type of love: paternal love, secret love, the end of love, passionate love, jealous love, compassionate love, etc.
I want to write an orchestral piece for Sighet, the "memorial of pain" - the political prison I saw last summer.
I want to write some comical and "mad" and colourful symphonic variations on "Twinkle winkle little star"!
I want to write an orchestral piece about the forests and valleys and hills and mountains, and mountain streams, and birds, and bears! :D
etc, etc.
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