A Question Re: My Royal Rhapsody

I’m kind of a dunce at these modern-day Internet-related matters, so please bear with me.

I was trying to post a piano piece, because today is Friday, and I try to turn these kinds of things in on Friday.  Piano pieces, that is.  (Maybe you’ve noticed that).

This time, I played a twelve minute piano piece that I composed that leads into a singing part – a three-movement “rhapsody” called “The Royal Rhapsody.”

It took nine hours to upload to youtube.  I did it overnight.

I was trying to publish it, but before I could click “publish” somehow the browser window disappeared.

When I reopened the browser, I can’t find the piece.

Did I lose it?  If so, will I have to endure the whole nine hour upload again?

If anyone knows how to help me with this, please comment.

Thank you.

 

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The Crying of the Muse

I thought about calling this post “I’ll Be Brief” in order to remind myself to do so.  Yesterday I set out to write a “brief” post, and yet somehow it consumed five hours of the early morning, and wound up becoming eleven paragraphs in length.

In all that verbosity, it seems I inadvertently obfuscated the information that I have moved.  Yes – I have finally left my 14-month tenure at the apartments euphemistically known as “Friendship Square.”  The good news is that I am no longer surrounded by felons, cons, tweakers, thieves, and hustlers.   The bad news is that it’s going to cost me an extra $175/mo.   But the good news is that it’s worth it.

In the confusion, I have been composing compulsively.   When I compose music, I am somehow completely focused.  I enjoy the process very much, even if the product is lacking.  When I write text, however, I am almost completely unfocused.  Yet, yet, yet — everybody seems to like my verbal writings, and almost nobody appreciates my musical writings.  It’s a sore spot for me.  I didn’t go to a Conservatory of Music in order to spend all my time writing about Homelessness.

Then again, what is it that made me homeless to begin with?  I mean — outside of socio-economic factors, what was it about me that caused me not only to become homeless, but actually to embrace Homelessness?  (That is, before I literally got the sense knocked into me.)

Quite simply, life was not rendering me enough space to focus on writing my music.  Ah – I remember it well – the last straw.   In April 2011, I was living in a small house with the landlord, his four year old boy, and another roommate.   I had been homeless before, off and on for seven years.   So I knew that I could generally handle it.   But could I handle the four year old boy bursting into my bedroom, right at the moment when I was making the final edits to The Crying of the Muse, shouting “Hiya!” and waving a large plastic spear over his head?

It seems the young fellow wanted to joust with me.   And don’t get me wrong – I would gladly have taken up my spear, and jousted with him at another time.  But he just happened to throw me off of my delicate musical balance at that moment — and enough was enough.  I needed space. 

So, in order to find the space I needed, I quite naturally headed to Berkeley, California, where I figured I would “blend” with approximately 1,000 other homeless blokes, and write my music invisibly, without such annoying intrusions.

It worked for a while, till the thrill was gone.   And Friendship Square worked for a while, too.   Here’s to a new and more productive chapter of my highly-driven, restless life.   I’ve gotten as far with my current compulsive composing as meets the eyes and ears below.  The eyes see a telling view of Friendship Square at night, illuminated as if with fireworks.   The ears will hear a fraction of the piece tentatively entitled the New Royal Rhapsody.   Please enjoy — if at all possible.  

Art is Hard Work.
They keep firing me because I’m absent-minded and too easily stressed.
Art will never fire me, nor will I quit Art.
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Thank you.

 

The Royal Rhapsody

Just a brief check-in to announce that I finished scoring a full draft of my piece, provisionally entitled The Royal Rhapsody. You can hear it on my SoundCloud at the link provided.

As far as my earlier post regarding the completion of my Eden in Babylon script (or the lack thereof) my policy still stands.  I tried twice to adopt the more “professional” approach I alluded to in the previous entry.  Each time, I continued to draw a disturbing blank.  I don’t think the script will be finished until I have the flash of illumination I’ve been praying for.  I need for it to flow as well at its end as it does at its start.  So far everything is headed toward deus ex machina, which of course is to be avoided at all costs.

I do, however, fully believe that this moment of illumination is in my future.  I believe that at that moment, I will proceed to pour out a completed draft of that script straight from my heart.  Because I believe these things, I also believe it would be silly and counter-productive to rush matters.  That moment will come when it’s meant to be.

Hope you like my Rhapsody.

The Royal Rhapsody

“The Royal Rhapsody” from Eden in Babylon.
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