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On the Magick of Music
Aug. 16th, 2005 01:14 pmI was saving this for part of a huge post describing the awesome beauty of Minnesota Renaissance Festival, but because this is already written, I'm going to get it "out there" for posterity, in case I don't have time to post more later.
Suffice it to say that we enjoyed ourselves massively, and loved that show.
Whilst we had our lunch, on Saturday during the Parade, methinks, I noticed Gary Schulte standing a few score yards away, and decided to walk over and introduce us to him. He was in the process of putting away his violin, and we spoke for a bit, exchanged cards, etc, and I started noodling about on the guitar, playing the chords to Jesse Linder and the Cross Rogues arrangement of "Easy and Slow".
The violin came right back out as I eased into the first verse, and then what followed had me nearly not able to sing for the huge lump in my throat. There are a few violinists that can make me cry with a note; Gary appears to have joined their ranks. He floated the melody, instantly recognizing and adapting seamlessly to the chord structure. As we entered the turnaround for the second verse, he caught the turnaround, and then began a lovely descant above the melody that had the frog in my throat about to jump out and hop about on the ground in front of us.
Through the tears I found a fullness in my voice that I had not experienced in months, my neck perfectly aligned with my body, and my diaphragm pulsing out the notes as seldom before....and all inspired by this awesome fiddleplayer. Third verse now, and he's really starting to play "out" from the melody even more, and catching some of the classical runs of scales; there are the fifths, a chord change, and the new set of fifths back down, ever faster. Then, another turnaround, and he didn't even have to be told that this was the instrumental, and I slid straight into the bridge....decrescendo, molto crescendo and I'm flailing the strings of the guitar for all they're worth, praying to the gods of the string fairies that none of them breaks as both the violin and guitar are putting out a *massive* amount of sound. Am, Em, Fmaj, C, repeat, decrescendo, and he follows right along, the dynamics undulating in perfect syncronization.
Last verse, finally, and I must clear my throat in order to be able to sing past the lump that is now truly threatening the quality of my vocal. Concentration, and again, that lovely descant all around the melody that at the last, at the end of the song, leaves both Susi and I with an intense afterglow of satisfaction; as if we had had a wild bout of lovemaking. With multiple eargasms.
I desperately needed a cigarrette.
We moved down the lane a bit, away from the music that was now going on at the post-parade court, and did a "Ballad of St. Anne's Reel" and then shook hands warmly and said our goodbyes and floated back in the general direction of the Maypole.
(to be continued)
Suffice it to say that we enjoyed ourselves massively, and loved that show.
Whilst we had our lunch, on Saturday during the Parade, methinks, I noticed Gary Schulte standing a few score yards away, and decided to walk over and introduce us to him. He was in the process of putting away his violin, and we spoke for a bit, exchanged cards, etc, and I started noodling about on the guitar, playing the chords to Jesse Linder and the Cross Rogues arrangement of "Easy and Slow".
The violin came right back out as I eased into the first verse, and then what followed had me nearly not able to sing for the huge lump in my throat. There are a few violinists that can make me cry with a note; Gary appears to have joined their ranks. He floated the melody, instantly recognizing and adapting seamlessly to the chord structure. As we entered the turnaround for the second verse, he caught the turnaround, and then began a lovely descant above the melody that had the frog in my throat about to jump out and hop about on the ground in front of us.
Through the tears I found a fullness in my voice that I had not experienced in months, my neck perfectly aligned with my body, and my diaphragm pulsing out the notes as seldom before....and all inspired by this awesome fiddleplayer. Third verse now, and he's really starting to play "out" from the melody even more, and catching some of the classical runs of scales; there are the fifths, a chord change, and the new set of fifths back down, ever faster. Then, another turnaround, and he didn't even have to be told that this was the instrumental, and I slid straight into the bridge....decrescendo, molto crescendo and I'm flailing the strings of the guitar for all they're worth, praying to the gods of the string fairies that none of them breaks as both the violin and guitar are putting out a *massive* amount of sound. Am, Em, Fmaj, C, repeat, decrescendo, and he follows right along, the dynamics undulating in perfect syncronization.
Last verse, finally, and I must clear my throat in order to be able to sing past the lump that is now truly threatening the quality of my vocal. Concentration, and again, that lovely descant all around the melody that at the last, at the end of the song, leaves both Susi and I with an intense afterglow of satisfaction; as if we had had a wild bout of lovemaking. With multiple eargasms.
I desperately needed a cigarrette.
We moved down the lane a bit, away from the music that was now going on at the post-parade court, and did a "Ballad of St. Anne's Reel" and then shook hands warmly and said our goodbyes and floated back in the general direction of the Maypole.
(to be continued)
