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I wanted to share a little extended piano cut ( inside the piano) and a little poem of the same name that seemed to resonate with it. I started writing poetry in 1969 when I was in Courmayeur near Mont Blanc in the Italian Alp, teaching English one summer. I was lonely then, but lucky to have a great piano tutor in Carlo Vidusso at that time.
https://youtu.be/Hc6uwUxSCyw?si=v-Rstp8Tzp_5G_g9
inside
soft radio
floorboard creaking
soon light will emerge
it’s sway
moving word time
On this gloomy, rainy and blustery Tuesday morning, a little nonsense loop inspired by a card from Oblique Strategies by Brian Eno and Peter Schmidt, which I bought myself for Xmas the other day but then decided to open it a start using it. Hey ho !
repetition is a form of change
let’s do that thing of
repeat think looping
let’s do that thing of
repeat think looping
let’s do that thing of
repeat think looping
let’s do that thing of
repeat think looping
let’s do that thing of
repeat think looping
let’s do that thing of
repeat think looping
let’s do that thing of
repeat think looping
let’s dance …
A little vintage video of Data track 4 from Volcano Diaries 1. Who knows what I had in mind when I wrote this track, as it was 20 years ago now, but the whole project, which comprises 2 cd’s, was based on a research project by the late Richard Batchelor MSc FGS geologist and the postcards he sent me at the time. He was researching ancient volcanic fragments in The Western Highlands. Both albums are available for download at Lindy Karpestra bandcamp
Eyes Completely Open/ David Bowie transcription for solo oboe, was originally written for oboist Catherine Pluygers. This recording is by Oboist Jennifer Porcas.The. words ‘eyes completely open’ come from the song Absolute Beginners by David Bowie, which song haunted me during the construction of this piece and I heard the words ‘eyes completely pen’ the exact same notes were played by the oboe. The recording by Oboist Jennifer Porcas is available from my bandcamp and a written score is available . Please email me.
Thanks to oboists Catherine Pluygers and Jennifer Porcas.
A little music film to Ant Island an improvisation on prepared piano I recorded with the piano preparations from John Cage’s Sonatas and Interludes.
searching for a distance in my face
me
the look
the gaze
the knowing
the seeing
the presence
the illiquidity
the emotional bank
Listen to Muter Loop, for piano and prepared piano samples, taken from a Bechstein grand 1896. The mind circling and the sound repeating, like a little prayer for today.
wed night thursday morning ...
planting out pot plants
before the frost begins
in woodland
in garden
and in edge path
a day that lasted all day
reminiscing on previous
afternoon's interchanges
and bitter sweet
cake tea chat scenario
Yesterday afternoon the sun shone, a reminder of the glorious summer we are leaving behind. Today a grey cold mist as I listen to https://eileanrec.bandcamp.com/album/the-dunen-diaries and recovering from a long journey.
last in the present series
packing away weathered image fragments
crumbling paint
revealing the over painted layers
in shards
reminiscing
free art help yourself
finding the stopping
in an empty frame
another work another image
last in the present series
The black bin bag contains the remains of a large canvas I created many years ago which so frightened me that I was compelled to cut it into small pieces , bag it up and take it to the skip. Today an interesting echo of this experience emerged and I felt happy that the painting had been deconstructed and disposed of. I kept the stretcher of course and created a new image.
An xrpt from a video filmed at Lyme Regis by Ricky Gardiner and transformed into an imaginary landscape, and atmoshperic setting for piano and electronics, composed and realised by Virginia Scott.
any day
active passive
clock
forward ticking
clock
sun shine
across time
cold air
active
inside quiet
inside
9.30 instead of 8
I found this poem in my archives today, a kind of deep inner song for a Tuesday.
words are sounds through which we travel
remembering the way
i used to write every night
in front of the long window
as the days grew longer
swimming in the word pond
reliving memories
and perspectives
listening to what emerged
deeper down
in the inner word worlds
in the layers of word silt
words sounding
and forming meaning
Virginia Aurora Scott 