Let me not to the tension of four strings
Allow in dissonance. Tunes are not tuned
Which falter with inharmonic ringings
No matter what melody to be crooned.
Oh, ho! A is A and never to be mocked
Though harmonica voice may bend and break.
My tuning meter shall be ere locked
On frequency solid, unbent, no mistake.
And in those jam sessions, where banjo may jangle
And mandolins twingle and guitar chords twangle
The fiddle shall need to blessed from the angle
Of digits on wires, ringing true like triangle
And yet, take Grappelli, or Ponty, even Bell
Masters of bent note make it sound - oh so well.
(The experienced reader will recognize the ruined shreds of sonnet 116)
Saturday, July 22, 2006
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3 comments:
"no such thing as a wrong note"
liked this
your prose/poetry continues to impress... almost as much as your own violin playing. Continue to deliver passionately in each.
Cheers,
rw
aurora - thank you!
floots - thanks - just picked up a transcription of several Venuti pieces, although ultimately it is beyond writing down
randy - thanks for the nice comment here and you should know that I very much appreciate your musical expression!
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