Suite for Turntable and Piano — Expression

I’ve been.. a week? into the final movement.

The title is stolen from the giallo film by Sergio Martino, starring the classic giallo actress Edwiga Fenech, called Your Vice is a Locked Room and Only I Have the Key. Like all giallo it’s expressionist thriller, and this title comes from a previous film of his (same year, also Ms. Fenech) where a hapless victim receives a written message saying, without context and never explained: “your vice is a locked room.” We all have our creative byways.

Edwige Fenech from Your Vice is a Locked Room and Only I Have the Key (1972)
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End of Year, 2021

Today I finished the fourth movement for my suite for turntables and piano (coincidentally, but satisfying).

I’m terrified of 2022 elections and gerrymandering. We’re fucked.

I’m about to take a three month sabbatical from work. I am infinitely lucky I have the ability to do that.

Lisa is in Miami for a fooooot-ball game with Danice.

I’m at the start (~250 of 1,200) of Pynchon’s Against the Day (which I invariably translate to Gegen des Tages though I’m sure that’s nonsense-talk) whereas I started it a decade-or-so-ago and got ~300 pages in but stopped for some reason. I have an ever-expanding document of notes with character names and key events. It helps.

I’ve been back into Duolingo. Maybe it’ll take? I love those characters.

(Lily is a fucking bitch, though.)

I’m proud of what I’ve composed (this year I finished the symphony and string quartet), but have shame that I can no longer play what I had been able to. I use to be able to play an hour of my music, relatively cleanly and from memory; now I don’t play piano at all. I do have plans to ignore the deficiencies of hand dystonia and start playing again next year (this year (timestamp)).

We have made the condo much better this year. New bookshelves; new hallway lighting. Maybe even better next year. That makes me feel like an adult?

I created an @sstradermusic account in order to firewall my composer self from my personal Twitter and have new acquaintances (of a sort), but also gods-among-men individuals who I’m terrified of interacting with.

I bought some really cool artwork.

This is me tonight. I am 2021:

Me. Not shakin’ my ass in the mirror.

Suite for Turntables and Piano — Four months in and finishing the third movement

I’m very metrics-oriented: how long have I worked on a piece? How much music has been written? I read of writers feeling in the-same-or-similar way regarding how many pages they write in a day (it’s always very few). It’s been four months and I’m at 15 minutes of music. I don’t think that means anything.

At this point, I’m not sure that the turntable can hold up as a solo or chamber instrument. That’s a self-canceling suggestion since any instrument can be a member of an ensemble, but I’m trying to balance my fascination for the instrument against the actual experience. So more than self-canceling it’s self-reflective. Half full?

Suite for Turntables and Piano, 2nd mvmt. Barcarolle, measure 88 through 100 (end)
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