adventures in dysthymia

Monday, November 29, 2004

CHRISTMAS CONCERT

Christmas is coming and so is the annual Tuskegee Golden Voices Christmas Concert. Free, as always, in the University Chapel at 6:30 PM (Central) on Sunday December 5. Everyone is invited to come and share in this tradition.

I'll be there, complete with headphones, mikes and digital recorder, getting the whole thing down for posterity...and a fee, of course. I reckon this is the highest profile recording job I've landed yet. Somehow these folks have gotten it in their minds that I'm a professional, ha ha.


Tuesday, November 23, 2004

CROWNS

This throne is not mine--
I renounce it.
He who would be king
of your realm,
who desires all that you
desire of me,
is weak.

These chains are not mine--
I shed them.
Not even for you
will I wear them.
Not even for you
will I wear
my crown.

Only this heart is mine--
I give it
to you, wrapped up
in borrowed words.
Don't tear them;
they might be used
again.

Stephen Brooke ©2004

Monday, November 22, 2004

a quote:

"Gravitation cannot be held responsible for people falling in love"
Albert Einstein.

Friday, November 19, 2004

SPELL

I cast my spell,
I cast a net;
the magic of words
will snare you yet.

I sing my need
to the stars and moon;
the power of words
will bind you soon.

I sing my want
in words of fire;
their magic holds
my heart's desire.

I weave my spell
of night and day;
by the power of words
I'll have my way.

Stephen Brooke ©2004

A poem is a magical spell, isn't it? The power of words....

Tuesday, November 16, 2004

RESURRECTION

In the fading of my faith,
I ask how you became my church,
the true religion of my heart.

The hurt of you was all I had,
all I could hold close, believing
in your return, our resurrection.

I've not renounced this priesthood, no,
not yet; I'll watch the failing flame
of each candle lit to you.

I'll watch them fade, one by one,
and only then shall I turn from
your darkened altar, resurrected,

for all beginnings need an end.

Stephen Brooke ©2004


Friday, November 12, 2004

KNOWING THE BLUES

Maybe you don't know
what the blues can do;
maybe you don't know
how they fill your soul
with the cold, cold night.

If I sing the blues,
give me Billie's voice--
the night was in her soul,
oh yes, the darkest night
no neon could send packing.

No lover, no high can fill
a hole that deep, that empty.
No frantic empty hours
of dancing and drinking can warm
your desperate, deep-down chill.

You don't know the blues, kid,
haven't lived the blues.
Haven't heard the wind
sing them through the endless
hours of the night.

Stephen Brooke ©2004

Thursday, November 11, 2004

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Over 15,000 men found themselves talking to the Atlanta Humane Society about an 8-week old black Labrador Retriever.


In the last line of the 'Sail' poem I posted this morning, I was undecided whether to say 'restless' or 'reckless.' Makes a difference, doesn't it ? I may yet change...

Or maybe not. Next month, next year, I'll get around to the piece again for editing and rewriting and who knows what might happen.

On another subject, I've started a second blog, called The Cupbearer, which will be concerned more with spiritual issues. Nothing there yet to speak of.

SAIL

Traveler, I, seeking the words
that make tomorrow.

Explorer, voyager,
my Fountain of Truth

lies beyond this shrouded
horizon, just beyond

the mists, where the sea
plummets to eternity.

Sail with me; the edge
of the world beckons

to a restless soul.

Stephen Brooke ©2004

I win
I lose~
solitaire

does the next card
matter?

a tanka (more or less) by Stephen Brooke ©2004

Monday, November 08, 2004

Organized!

On Sunday, I had the opportunity to record Dr Wayne Barr playing the brand-new Rodgers Trillium 957 Organ in the Chapel at Tuskegee University. Sounds marvelous! Of course, Wayne's an excellent player too -- his Doctor of Musical Arts degree is in organ performance -- and he obviously enjoyed playing the instrument! Here's some info from the Rodgers website (Rodgers Organs belong to Roland these days). There's a lot more there if you happen to be a music geek.

Rodgers' Professional Grade TrilliumTM 957 Organ offers a true pipe organ quality console and cutting-edge, stereophonic sampled, imaged stereophonic pipe organ sound. With 112 total speaking stops available, the Trillium 957 is the highest value, best choice for many churches seeking a versatile, five division, three manual organ. The full technological and financial resources of the world's largest digital musical instrument company, Roland Corporation back each Trillium 957. Rodgers and Roland's industry leading music technologies insure you the finest quality, highest resolution stereophonic organ sound available with a long-term reliability you can trust for many future decades.

A unique feature of the Trillium 957 is the choice of three distinct Principal Choruses as your default Principal sound with the alternate choruses instantly available at any time from piston memory.

The Chapel has great acoustics which made my job easier. Now I have an hour and a half of music to edit! My recording/editing program of choice for some time now has been PG Music's Power Tracks but I've started working also with Adobe Audition. Costs more but I'm not sure it's any better! The concert was recorded on an ordinary enough little Fostex digital machine, using the built-in preamps (which seem quite accurate though not offering much gain) and a pair of Oktava MC319 large diaphragm condenser microphones. These Russian-made mikes are an excellent deal and work great for recording classical music (a great deal of Soviet-era recording was done with similar units). Here is a place that handles these mikes, checking them over for the quality-control problems typical of Russian products.

Gosh, did I just give away all my secrets?! :)

Wednesday, November 03, 2004

Beisbol

Down in Latin America, somewhere,
a kid eyes second base.

I don't know if he will take
that euphoric headlong rush,

but I wish I were there
to see it if he does.

Stephen Brooke ©2004

suffering baseball withdrawal pains! :D

Tuesday, November 02, 2004

BEYOND

Reasons:

not one of them
very good, but together...
ah, together they piled
onto me, pinned me down
until you passed
beyond my reach.

I loved you, I think,

I loved you but pride
and misunderstanding
took me by the arms,
led me away, saying,
'Look elsewhere. She doesn't
care.' Maybe I believed;

does it matter, now?

The night has grow still;
once I dreamed of you
beside me, of kissing
your ivory shoulder
by the light of a moon
that will never rise

again.

Stephen Brooke ©2004

Monday, November 01, 2004

A reminder....

Please remember that, because of the high turnout expected at the polls this year,

DEMOCRATS will be voting on Tuesday, November 2nd,

REPUBLICANS will be voting on Wednesday, November 3rd.

Be sure to remind ALL your Republican friends!

Thanks.


another quote:

"If we knew what it was we were doing, it would not be called research, would it?"
Albert Einstein