Working working

My life over the past week has been catching up at school after being away on a trial, and writing music. Oh yes, and learning to sing it. Mel is coming over shortly and I’ll be singing about a half an hour worth of music for him. I have to say it’s going really really well and sounds great. I sang it for Mitchell last night and he liked it and was relieved that it “didn’t sag” as it went along — evidently, a deadly habit in some lesser 20th century operas and musicals. Later this week I’ll be singing for the tecnhical crew, or whoever wishes to hear the composer sing it in progress. I have a huge range, and am not necessarily strong in all ranges, but I’m shameless, and I know how it goes.

Here is the NOTE SHAPE of the piano-vocal score for a song from Act 1 scene 5 called “Stephen Hawkings came to dinner.” Look at the shape and you can see that it’s a two part piece with a little introduction that doesn’t repeat. Now I will orchestrate this music for an electro-acoustic ensemble that lives inside my computer.

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2 Responses to “Working working”

  1. jan2 Says:

    This looks fun. I am actually having dinner with Stephen Hawking (no ’s’) tomorrow - want to send him a music file when it’s ready? I bet he’d love it.

    jane

  2. Roger Bourland Says:

    What a hoot! Well yes, we’d like Stephen to hear the lyric. And, for a bonus, I’ll post an mp3 of the electronic accompaniment below the picture!

    Let us know what he thinks. It’s terribly out of context and will send the whole script if he’d like to read it.

    Computers sing:

    Stephen Hawking came to dinner
    “Boy, oh boy, he’s a winner
    That boy of yours you call Sy”
    So he said over pastrami and rye.

    “He’s just a little mega now
    But when he’s bigger
    Whatta gigga
    He’s gonna be.”

    Bernie
    Stevie said he’s just a short, circuit now, but when he grows up Oh, boy!

    Both (singing)
    Bill and Linda came to dinner
    “Boy, oh boy, what a winner
    Is that boy of yours called Sy”
    Gushed the Gates’ over chopped liver and rye.

    “He’s a young gigga now
    But when he’s mega bigger
    What a mega bigger gigga
    He’s gonna be!”

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