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Death of a Legend: A Tin Tear Drop

Let me start by saying that I really hate writing these pieces. I hate to post a blog that starts with the title “Death of a Legend,” because it means that my day is probably ruined with the sad news of the death of one of my heroes. Today, it means just that.

On December 17th, the man known as Captain Beefheart lost his long struggle with multiple sclerosis. Best known for his albums Shiny Beast (Bat Chain Puller), Safe as Milk, and my personal favorite Trout Mask Replica, Beefheart gained notoriety for being verbally and physically abusive to his band mates. In 1982, he claimed to have become “too good at the horn,” abandoned music, became a recluse, and painted for the rest of his days. Those who knew him personally claim that he was a selfish, abusive, terrible man who took credit for the hard work that he bullied his band mates into doing.

So, why should we celebrate his life?

Only in the '60s.

Well, I’m not one to say that the ends justify the means, because that is simply not true. However, regardless of his methods, the Captain was able to harness lots of great and interesting music from those around him. He presented strange new ideas with every album. His music and artwork are something strange for everyone to enjoy, so I present you with little video. The image is just a still of Beefheart’s Trout Mask Replica, and the audio is the track “Ant Man Bee,” a great example of Captain Beefheart’s early works.

“I was able to turn myself inside out, and that’s all I wanted to do.”
– Captain Beefheart


Gently Pull the Strings

I wrote this review of the West Virginia Symphony Orchestra for The Columns (Fairmont State’s student-run newspaper.) I figured I owed something to my vast legions of readers.

This is the ‘official director’s cut’ of the story that can be found in the November issue of The Columns.


Fairmont State students and Fairmont citizens alike are privileged with a great opportunity every fall when the West Virginia Symphony Orchestra comes to campus. This time, the yearly event took place on Thursday, October 14 at 7:30 pm and was held in the usual spot, Colebank Gymnasium. Conductor Grant Cooper and his merry myriad of music makers were in great spirits as always and were appended by Ukrainian-born solo pianist Valentina Lisitsa. However, she only joined with the orchestra for one of the two pieces on the bill for the evening.

After President Krepel gave a warm welcome for the even and made a rousing speech about supporting the arts, Cooper took his place on the bandstand and brought the opening of the first piece, Ludwig van Beethoven’s Symphony No. 6 in F major, Op. 68 (which Ludwig himself nicknamed the “Pastoral Symphony”). I heard someone near me make the statement that this is the only Beethoven piece used in the Disney film “Fantasia”, which is true. With visions of cupids, fauns, and controversial naked centaurs in mind, the audience prepared themselves for what might be the most boring of Beethoven’s nine symphonies.

The symphony is programmatic, which means that it is based on an actual storyline. This one is about how Beethoven liked to walk through the forests outside of Vienna when we was a younger man, so we can expect quite a few of nature’s sounds disguised as musical ideas. The first movement, Awakening of cheerful feelings on arriving in the country, contains long sections of repeated eight-note motifs, most likely signifying varying types of bird flitting around the treetops of Vienna’s most beautiful forests. The second movement brings multitudes of lacy trills in the flutes, piccolos and violins, showing the delicate babbling of the movement’s namesake brook. The last three movements come in one large chunk, first with a dance of happy country which is then rained on by what may be the most terrify thunderstorm of the classical period. Finally, a song from the shepherds to show their ‘cheerful and thankful feelings following the storm.’

English composer Antony Hopkins has been quoted as having said that the coda of the fifth movement is “arguably the finest music of the whole symphony.” Honestly, compared to the rest of the symphony, the coda just a little reassurance that end is in sight. Of course, being that Beethoven is somewhat of a king of long codas, we were treated to one of his longest before the final cadence rang, and with those final chords, the (amazingly boring) first half of the concert was gone.

Now, while it is very hard for me to speech so disrespectfully of Beethoven’s tremendous symphony, it is much easier to sing the praises of the brave men and women who played it. All 77 musicians were in top form for the daunting task of the evening. Each one rose to the challenge of playing some of the most revered music that has ever been written, including what may be the shortest piccolo solo in all of Beethoven’s musical works. Conductor Grant Cooper showed Fairmont his signature brand of conducting, one that is fluid, animated, and expressive. With his expansive arm gestures and facial contortions, Cooper does more than play the part of the metronome. He throws out the idea of being a tin wind-up robot and becomes a larger-than-life spectacle that is a pleasure to watch. All in all, it was a performance that would make Alex DeLarge extremely proud.

After the brief intermission, the audience was introduced to the guest soloist for the evening. Valentina Lisitsa took her seat on the bench of the grand piano and prepared herself for half an hour of virtuosic playing. Sergei Prokofiev was a piano virtuoso himself, and his skill lives on in his Concerto for Piano No. 3 in C major, Op. 26. After a brief minute of flowing, legato introduction, the main theme and corresponding wall of sound blasts forth from the keys of the piano. Such power from a piano probably has not been heard since the last time Rachmaninoff played Liszt’s Hungarian Rhapsody No. 2. Either way, Lisitsa precisely banged the hell out of every note that Sergei wrote with the resulting sound being so angular and sweet that the audience snapped out of their malaise of indifference that Beethoven so effectively spread through the crowd.

The first movement alone was enough to make the audience want to break protocol and clap between movements, but the crowd sat still, too busy wiping the tears from their eyes and the poop from their pants too even think about standing and applauding. The second movement was a much slower one, being made of one theme and many variations. This movement was rather cacophonous and showed a tremendous Russian influence, which is somewhat of a given considering that Prokofiev was born in what was then called the Russian Empire. Lisitsa continued slamming the piano keys at breakneck speed with the precision of a machine, but more much soul. The final movement was quite a thick, brooding return to the kinds of chromatic melodies and disjointed harmonies that the listener was blessed in the first movement. Lisitsa sat at the piano and smiled widely as the piece drew to a close, showing that she was as pleased with her performance as everyone else in the venue was.

After a few minutes of uproarious applause, Lisitsa returned to the bench, saying she would play a quick solo piece as an added bonus for the crowd. From memory (As was the rest of the show), she played one of Chopin’s beautiful etudes flawlessly, a feat that brought more applause. Being so thrilled with the audience’s reaction, she graced the crowd with one last solo. This time, it was Chopin’s so-called “Minute Waltz.” Lisitsa proceeded to show the audience how that piece got that name, but at the tempo that she played it, the waltz probably only lasted 50 seconds.


Just a ‘QuickPress’, as they say.

Well, ‘they’ being the people that run WordPress.

Regardless, I’ve been working on a larger piece to post here about the recent Flaming Lips concert that I attended. It’s going slowly, but I blame that on the fact that I’ve been busy banging out poem after poem when I sit down to write.

So, I promise, I’ll have a new post soon, and to pass the time…. I present this. I’ll explain in the next post. Promise.

July, July…

I suppose some of you are wondering why I have forsaken my 3 readers. I haven’t left the baby birds all alone in the nest yet, so I don’t want any of you to fly away now.

However, it has been a bit busy the past couple weeks. Last week, I was out of town.

The week before, a good friend of mine lost his life.

Today is the Fourth of July, which is always filled with plenty of music. As per every July 4th, I spent the evening in a local town, hocking baked goods and suffering through the appalling display of patriotism that is the Fairview Fourth of July Celebration.

Don’t get me wrong, I don’t hate patriotic music, but I do hate begin stuck in Fairview with Evermore and Ambassadors of Christ.

The constant pop and snap of the fireworks was enough to warm my soul after a few hours of American kitsch and soul-crushing old-time religion.

Enjoy the fireworks, baby birds. I’ll be back soon enough with a longer post.