how perfectly swell: matthew prins (or matt prins, or thew, or...oh, you don't care) alone with his stupidity
Your birthday present to me, unless you are moM or daD, in which case you have already given me a very cool loud shirt.
If I am serious about making handbell composition a career, or at least a semi-career, I need to write pieces other than the "An April Frost"s of the world -- y'know, pieces that people might actually wish to purchase. Specifically, it was mentioned in the article that started this newfound passion of mine that there is a dearth of level 1 music in three-to-five-octave range, so I am thinking to myself, "Self, I need to compose some level 1 music in the three-to-five-octave range."
The two rules you need to know for level 1 music:
a) No accidentals (unless they're in the key signature).
b) No notes quicker than a quarter note1.
Idea me, please.
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Two words that Microsoft's spell-checker believes "puchase" should be, as opposed to "purchase."
"Pushers." "Pooches."
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1 I can fake around parts of (b): There's a dotted quarter/eighth rhythm in parts of "Fairest Lord Jesus" that I could work around with two quarters, for example.
i sincerely do not know what you are doing here. are you lost? were you
looking for your delicate calico cat, and did you follow her up two flights of stairs
to this room? she is not here. she was here, yes. we gave her a warm bowl of milk, we talked with her about campaign finance reform for a time, and then she bid us good day. i believe she was
going to the post office two blocks down, but i don't quite recall.
for surely you did
not find your way from prinsiana, the least traveled site on
the internet. if you did, though, perhaps you are looking for humor. perhaps you are looking for profundity. perhaps you are looking for answers.
i'm sorry, but you shall go naught-for-three.