The Game - poems of a song-cycle by Frank Wallace
These five poems became “THE GAME” composed in Nov 2007. See my blog of Mar 26 to read about their creation. Manhattan My son lives in Manhattan Food, folly, fun and fame, Walks the dog on trails Carved by steel and crane. Forms fabulous frame Man, hat and game. Follow your heart My little boy Forget not your Grassy root Stone wall and Mud-caked boot. Furrowed Brow He furrily frowned, Brows like...
Expression on the Page
I cannot say that I have spent much time thinking about this issue. Expression is the communication of emotion – it is what music is all about to me. It is the change from one state to another. Itis certainly not a bunch of marks on a page whether those marks tell you where to put your fingers or how loud to play. Why would one need pause to think about it? Emotion resides in a different...
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adamjwallace: ““People say that what we’re all seeking is a meaning for life…I think that what we’re really seeking is an experience of being alive, so that our life experiences on the purely physical plane will have resonance within our innermost being and reality, so that we can actually feel the rapture of being alive.”” — Joseph Campbell
On Self-Accompanied Singing
I received a lovely email recently from Robin and Graham Bier who call themselves Ensemble Bright Cecilia. There must be a story there, but I haven’t heard it yet and they do not yet have a website. They are studying voice and early music in England, but found Duo LiveOak and my compositions on the internet and are very excited to find a married couple that might model for them a possible...