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This is the home of award-winning composer and designer Jamie Klenetsky. Here, you will find Jamie's compositions and performances, web/graphic design portfolio, and biography. Jamie's blog, detailing her music, web, and personal lives, is below.
Tuesday, May 18, 2010
Site Updates
I'm planning on redoing this site in order to experiment with CSS3 and possibly HTML5. I'd like to do a completely new design with a different feel....just a heads up.
I'm also working on a piece based on Amy Lowell's "Listening," which is a really amazing poem and describes my relationship rather well. Not sure what the arrangement is going to be yet - right now I'm just doing one voice with some chords underneath, it might end up choral but I honestly have no idea. :)
Anyway, here are the lyrics:
Listening by Amy Lowell
'T is you that are the music, not your song.
The song is but a door which, opening wide,
Lets forth the pent-up melody inside,
Your spirit's harmony, which clear and strong
Sings but of you. Throughout your whole life long
Your songs, your thoughts, your doings, each divide
This perfect beauty; waves within a tide,
Or single notes amid a glorious throng.
The song of earth has many different chords;
Ocean has many moods and many tones
Yet always ocean. In the damp Spring woods
The painted trillium smiles, while crisp pine cones
Autumn alone can ripen. So is this
One music with a thousand cadences.
I'm also working on a piece based on Amy Lowell's "Listening," which is a really amazing poem and describes my relationship rather well. Not sure what the arrangement is going to be yet - right now I'm just doing one voice with some chords underneath, it might end up choral but I honestly have no idea. :)
Anyway, here are the lyrics:
Listening by Amy Lowell
'T is you that are the music, not your song.
The song is but a door which, opening wide,
Lets forth the pent-up melody inside,
Your spirit's harmony, which clear and strong
Sings but of you. Throughout your whole life long
Your songs, your thoughts, your doings, each divide
This perfect beauty; waves within a tide,
Or single notes amid a glorious throng.
The song of earth has many different chords;
Ocean has many moods and many tones
Yet always ocean. In the damp Spring woods
The painted trillium smiles, while crisp pine cones
Autumn alone can ripen. So is this
One music with a thousand cadences.
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10:27 AM
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