This is it. The horses are rounding the final corner and into the home stretch!
I realized that I bit off more than I could chew in July. Attempting to write out 2 songs, one fluid and still forming, and one complete but 12 pages long (and the TOUR DE FRANCE and the OLYMPICS) … OMGosh – I needed to make some quick decisions about what I was going to accomplish in July.
I opted to complete Ivan’s Rush Hour – the 12 pager from 2000. 21 years is a long time to let something sit in a dusty bucket on half written music paper. I’m so proud of my efforts. It was truly a piano piece that developed both rhythmically and musically. The freedom of being in “rush hour” allowed me to have some abrupt changes (like you experience driving in Southern California). I’m even considering doing a 10 minute podcast or YouTube video to show how I got it out of my head. 21 years in 30 days! Wow!
For Project 1 – I had some amazing experiences in July as well. I did figure out how to notate in a swing notation. My a-ha moment came after studying atomic valency and then taking a short nap in my car. I had been re-writing Project 1‘s verse in 12/8 time (123, 223, 323, 423), which gives me 4 beats in a measure, but each beat has a triplet. This was to “visually” capture the quarter and eighth notes (3 eighths) for swing. Mathematically, I knew 12/8 would not match perfectly with swing eighths in 4/4 time. But the atomic valency nap assured me that I am “borrowing or lending an electron to get to 8 in the atomic sphere to be happy.” Literally! THIS is how I come at creativity. It clicked! and my flute teacher checked my work and confirmed I got it!
“I will never have to do this again.” That has been my mantra. Just like learning a language – once you know how to read or say “bathroom” you don’t have to hold it as long as before you didn’t know the word!
I will work on certain Ivan rhythms this Saturday with my flute teacher and then start recording a better version to share with a pianist on FiveR who will eventually play it, professionally. My chops just don’t have it anymore!
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