I am cramming for my exam.
I have an mp3 file which is a paino ( perhaps this misspelling is my subconscious talking) playing a jazz theme over a sequence of chords which is a minute long and scarily substituted and decorated by a double bass player who has taken too many amphetamines. My tutor is trying to frighten me. He has told me what key it is in at least...
I must transcribe the music without using my piano, in not more than 45 minutes, and keep all the notes in my head as I go along.
My head is feeling a little bit full.
It is like swimming underwater and I have to keep coming up for air at intervals, so I have decided to write this post at the same time during my breathing breaks.
The piano is sitting smirking at me, out of bounds.
So I will tell you about the girl who leaks music...in my next break..
Gasp... back again.
The girl who leaks music has only recently joined my little group of autist adolescents. The last music teacher didn't want her because she disturbs everyone else. She is rarely silent and her soundtrack maps out her emotional state in perplexing detail. As she becomes agitated her hands spin around her face in a blur and the pitch of the sound rises. Sometimes she sounds like a kettle boiling, but more usually it is a composite of every melody she has ever heard. Tantalisingly, she often sings part of melodies that I have sung to the group, but she can never do it with me or on demand. It is as though her communication settings are jammed on broadcast and not receive. But she absorbs all the melodies somehow. I can catch her attention sometimes by singing back a phrase that has just leaked out. Her pitching of the melodies is always perfect. I get her to listen by lowering the level of the music I am playing/singing and it seems to calm her. We have a round flat drum filled with sand, and she loves to jump on the trampoline holding it. The physical fact of the jumping imposes a rhythm that I can use to play music to.
One morning, many years ago, I was touring with a group and I was standing at the hotel checkout paying for my minibar bill. One of the crew standing behind me said "You never stop singing do you?" I wasnt aware that I was doing it, but I have to admit that sometimes I leak as well.
I try not to tell her to be quiet if I can avoid it.
Back to work...
12 hours ago