Bloglet, the gentleman's mock turtle soup -- Moss made it sweeter than myrrh ash and dhoup
I got recorder spam! Awesome!
"Hello,
I'm a professional German recorder player and would like to introduce myself to you.
Briefly about me: I studied from 1988-98 in Cologne/Germany, Rotterdam/Netherlands and Milan/Italy. I am a recipient of multiple international competition awards, frequent guest at festivals for Early Music in Germany and contributing artist for various radio and CD productions.
I perform in various formats, which I will explain:
• The Baroque ensemble “Il Dolcimelo”, which celebrates his 10-year anniversary in 2004, implements works from the early and high Baroque period of which the core is composed of the recorder, baroque cello (Doris Runge) and harpsichord (Christoph Lehmann). Depending on the program, this could be enhanced with a singer, other instrumentalists or even a chamber orchestra.
• The Cologne Recorder Trio (with Dorothee Oberlinger and Lucia Mense) leads the listener through this exceptional performance, above all with rare works from the Middle Ages, Renaissance and Baroque periods, whereby many various styles of recorders come into play.
• I also work closely with harpsichordist and organist Christoph Anselm Noll. Renaissance and Baroque works are performed in this intimate arrangement. Our special program is an arrangement of the solo fantasies for flute from G.Ph. Telemann for recorder and harpsichord. We will record a CD of that music in 2004.
• In addition, I also offer a solo recital in which solo music ranging from the Middle Ages to Renaissance and Baroque to modern music can be heard.
• And the following may be interesting for you: I also teach recorder playing in private lessons or master classes. Perhaps you and your collegues/friends need my help? Or perhaps you may know an institution which might be interested in organizing a master class?
I have the possibility to fly for nearly no money all over the world - so I'm not so expensive...
I hope to have captured your interest and look forward to hearing from you.
"You might make a joke on that -- something about 'The W.B.' and 'The W.C.', you know."
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11:31:53 PM,Tuesday 9 September 2003
Had my first counterpoint class. It threw me a bit, 'cause for some reason I was imagining they'd start with species counterpoint (which was the kind I learned at SJC), but actually we were expected to be conversant with it already -- which is ok, 'cause I am, more or less, but I'm slow (I gotta count all the intervals on my fingers. I don't know solfege either. Boo.), and in both the exercises I put on the board with another guy we floundered and had to give up when time ran out. It's kinda weird: the class has ten students, including me, and all the rest of them are the nine UM composition students in their year. So they've had all their classes together with each other and the professor for the last two years; I'm the only interloper. They're all cool, though -- punky and scraggly and irreverent. The professor too. He kept calling me "Thomas Aquinas" and snickering. I'm gonna enjoy it. Lotsa homework, though. Not that I don't have the time -- for pity's sake, I've got one three hour class, a 32-hour-a-week job with around 20 hours of that completely at my own disposal, and no other engagements whatever, except occasional obligatory Scrabble games with my mom's friends. If I can't do this, I can't do nothing nevermore.
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01:36:14 AM,Tuesday 9 September 2003
I am judicious with my condiments. I do not slather.
There is one exception to this.
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09:51:08 AM,Monday 8 September 2003
Batter my heart, three-personed God; for you
as yet but knock, breathe, shine, and seek to mend.
That I may rise and stand, o'erthrow me and bend
your force to break, blow, burn and make me new.
I, like an usurped town, to another due,
labor to admit you, but, oh, to no end;
reason, your viceroy in me, me should defend,
but is captived and proves weak or untrue.
Yet dearly I love you and would be loved fain,
but am betrothed unto your enemy:
divorce me, untie or break that knot again,
take me to you, imprison me, for I,
except you enthrall me, never shall be free,
nor ever chaste, except you ravish me._
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03:24:15 AM,Monday 8 September 2003
My computer just gave me a fat lip. @#&*^$ computer.
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08:25:20 PM,Sunday 7 September 2003
I feel like I should know how to write my name in the original alphabet, but if I just do it phonetically I'm afraid of getting it wrong. How would I find out?
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10:00:04 AM,Saturday 6 September 2003
I think I'll go down into my cave and watch the rest of Sneakers.
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09:40:43 AM,Saturday 6 September 2003
Arsenic-Eating.
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12:35:33 AM,Saturday 6 September 2003
My brother thinks that I should learn Perl. He installed it on my computer and bought me the Camel Book to go with. Now, he says, I just need a text editor with syntax-highlighting and I'm on my starry way to geekdom.
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11:21:32 PM,Friday 5 September 2003
Nothing says "Stud Boy" like a turquoise pickup truck. Well, except for a large sticker reading "Stud Boy" plastered onto a turquoise pickup truck.
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09:18:45 AM,Friday 5 September 2003
Coughed up a wad of dough and registered for Counterpoint. Scooting to the bookstore now to pick up the accoutrements. First class this Monday. Excited am I.
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06:45:30 PM,Thursday 4 September 2003
The Werner Icking Music Archive.
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10:08:49 AM,Thursday 4 September 2003
The other night at work I was going through all the albums on my jukebox -- there are 600-odd of 'em now, though a good 100 to 200 of those only consist of a single song, or a small handful -- and I determined I didn't really truly know 154 of those, the complete ones. I'd obviously heard most of the songs from 'em at least once, 'cause of listening to my "Everythwang" playlist on shuffle for so many months now, but I don't really have these albums under my thumb. I can't arrange the songs in the proper order, and some songs I can't even identify as belonging to them. Now some of that, of course, is 'cause I don't like 'em as much as the others. But some of it is inevitable but inexcusable neglect, stemming from overindulgence on the shuffle front. So I put those 154 albums (actually, it's 157 now, 'cause tonight I bought a 2-CD set of the Julliard Quartet playing The Art of Fugue after just re-reading An Equal Music, and a CD of Itzhak Perlman playing Klezmer after reading The Joy of Yiddish in the bathtub for the last couple weeks) into a playlist, and I'm endeavoring to listen to 'em, to give 'em their rightful due. I gotta guiltily admit that mostly I've been listening to them on shuffle too, instead of all-of-a-piece sequentially, but at least it's bringing up songs to my ear that haven't gotten listened to in all the time that I've owned 'em. And now and then I put a single album on and groove to it that way. It's a different way to listen to music, and not so thrilling (there's something about the idea of randomness that makes me feel like an instrument of fate), but eminently worthwhile all the same.
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12:33:07 AM,Wednesday 3 September 2003
Whenever I try to think of an epithet that suits me and describes me -- not just a silly one like "Mirabai, Eater of Marmite" or "Mirabai, Swift in Pedantry"; a real one -- the only one that rings any sort of true is "Mirabai, loved by her parents". And then that calls, by association, the two other people in my mind's files who are distinguished just by that, that their parents loved them: Rudolph Steiner (who my dad loves but I haven't read), and the young African nurse (I can't remember her name) I read about in The Hot Zone, one of the first victims of Ebola Zaire.
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11:34:33 PM,Tuesday 2 September 2003
Ah, what the hell. Another blog page, another dumb web quiz. I know I'm kind of late, and, actually, I posted a completely separate "Which Doctor are You" quiz with the same result ages and ages ago. But one can never have too many reinforcements.
You are the Sixth Doctor: Quite unstable and aggressive from time to time, most certainly stubborn and conceited all the time. You have a bit of the First Doctor's piss and vinegar, though you'd hate to hear what he would have to say about your clothes. Despite your shortcomings, you are a cunning, forceful, and resolute do-gooder, constantly upstaging adversaries that are openly disdainful of your taste and abilities. The poor fools.
