February 16, 2008
Home and the range
…listen
…about the musicNoble, a la 90’s TV.
Standing at South Beach (no, not the one in Miami), this is what you see looming over endless piles of driftwood when you turn your head to the left. Oh, having a zoom lens on your camera helps, too. I could stay here all day and try to capture the parade of colors that bounce off this snow-draped mountain range. The palette shifts depending on the slant of the sun and the mood of the clouds. Light is a paintbrush, and this is visual music.
Glenn Buttkus said,
February 18, 2008 @ 6:10 pm
Many are the hours that I, boy and man, have stared west, southwest or northwest, depending on where I stood staring at the majesty of the Olympics, with Mt. Olympus there being monarch, and the others mighty shoulders for its regal crown. When the air is clear is always startles me how close the mountains seem, and they are, as the eagle flies, as the crow soars. From your beach, I guess left was south southwest, down past the tip of Vancouver Island, over the straits, strong and tinkling in the blue air. I have friends who have climbed all those peaks, and camped and hiked all over the Olympic National Park. When my legs were still strong I favored the Cascades, the big boy peaks, the gang from the East, that pushed their grantite chins up in the middle of BC, WA, OR, and CA, all the way until the Mexicans called them the Sierra Madre.
At home here, for some damned reason I could not play and hear your music; my player is not compatible or something. At first read of your comment, I just felt what you felt, and got lost in the visuals, and the imagining of the music you chose. But then on the third or fourth read through, the poetry gently lifted its tiny head like dandelions after a rain, like a squad of your mushroom pals:
Olympic Towers
Standing
At South Beach;
no,
not the one
in Miami—
this is what
you see
looming over
endless piles of driftwood
when you turn
your head
to the left.
Oh, having
a zoom lens
on your camera
helps,
too.
I could stay here
all day
and try to capture
the parade of colors
that bounce off this
snow-draped
mountain range.
The palette shifts
depending
on the slant
of the sea
and the mood
of the clouds.
Light
is a paintbrush
and this
is visual music.
Alex Shapiro 2008
I am looking forward to listening to your musical selection tomorrow morning at my office computer.
Glenn
Glenn Buttkus said,
February 19, 2008 @ 7:44 am
Ah yes, here at the office my media player had no difficulty being host to your wonderous music. COURTHOUSE: 049. It is like as you stared out and down there at the beauty of those peaks, you composed the music for your movie; rousing, regal, trumpeting their majesty, like you had taken flight in a sea plane, first flying low over the green-gray staits, skimming orca and fishing boats, and then veered up, up and toward the mountains as they presented and introduced themselves, beckoning to you; fly around me, wing past like a gull caught in the torrents and drafts our very presence provides and elicits; flying solo but not lonesome, like a bush pilot, thrilled with light off the glaciers and jutts, seeing faces in cliffs, swinging from one to the other, down the line, and then back up, before winging home to your island.
Quite a journey there as you stood on your beach behind bastions of balsa and fir. But then your mind, your imagination takes flight all the time, doesn’t it?
Glenn
Alex Shapiro said,
February 19, 2008 @ 6:42 pm
Oooh! If only the network TV pilot that theme was written for was as good as the story you tell :-))