Guerrieri: Mine Heart Is Ready (2019) (PDF, 176 Kb)
Guerrieri: O God, If Thou Art Love Indeed! (PENDLETON’S HILL 18.104.22.168.8.8) (2019) (PDF, 30 Kb)
I am getting near the end of my tenure as music director of the Presbyterian Church in Sudbury, but a couple of new pieces have snuck in under the deadline of my impending relocation. The first one is particularly noteworthy: an anthem marking the installation of the Rev. Desiree Lawson, our new pastor. After five long years, the flock has found a long-term shepherd! I am looking forward to watching jealously from a distance as great things transpire in Sudbury.
Also, another hymn. I may be starting to get the hang of these, after all these years—and just when I will no longer have a church choir and congregation on which to experiment. Time to brainstorm….
My new book, The Black Archive: Horror of Fang Rock, the 33rd in Obverse Books’ essential series of monographs exploring the universe-spanning televised narrative of Doctor Who, is out today. Order a copy! If you have an interest in the show—or in the relative lighting power of oil and electricity, or the scavenging habits of coastal Scots, or the hidden 19th-century history of tentacular monsters, or Leslie Stephen’s anti-materialist philosophy, or the numerology of the tarot, or Guglielmo Marconi’s marital misadventures, or Odysseus consulting with the dead—you will hopefully find something interesting. They always said the Beast of Fang Rock would be back….
Across the room someone struck a chord on the grand piano. The room went silent. As in most Washington drawing rooms, the piano’s essential function was to serve as an altar on which to display in silver frames the household gods: photographs of famous people known to the family.
—Gore Vidal, Washington, D.C.
Announcement: thanks to my wife’s brilliance (asking her to marry me remains one of the very few good decisions I have made in my life), in a few weeks, Soho the Dog HQ will relocate from the greater Boston area to Washington, D.C., capital and swamp. We’re packing up the files, the audio archives, the gilt Art Nouveau rotary hotline, the cache of exotic spirits, and the Casiotone arsenal; and later this summer, we’ll hit the road with Roving Correspondent and Traffic Reporter Mabel in tow.
What am I going to do? Do what I’ve always done: make it up as I go along. I was telling someone the other day that acquiring a Library of Congress reader’s card is as far as I’ve gotten in plotting the next iteration of my wayward career. But, at the very least, I look forward to quieting the room via underutilized pianos, whether figuratively or literally. Come August, drop a line if you’re in the DMV.
Guerrieri: Gracious Spirit, Love Divine (FAIR FIELD 22.214.171.124) (2019) (PDF, 110 Kb)
Guerrieri: New Every Morning (2019) (PDF, 175 Kb)
Guerrieri: Progress: Five Sandburg Songs (2006) (PDF, 823 Kb)
Some more composing, tossed into the ether. Church business first: a new hymn and a new introit, plugging gaps in this spring’s calendar. The song cycle is an old one that I managed to rescue from a forgotten hard drive. The style is interesting to me because it’s intricate in a way that I gave up not long after, but I played through it and I still kind of like it. (Now, if I could only find those choral folk song arrangements from the late 90s….)
Score: Liberace’s FBI file.
Boston Globe, May 2, 2019.
(Read the actual file here.)
Back in the early days of this blog, I wrote a piece on Liberace that included my own out-of-tune impersonation of his playing, which I will take the opportunity to re-post:
Guerrieri: But all things that are reproved (2019) (PDF, 50kb)
A new (and, admittedly, late) choral introit for Lent, encrusting an intriguingly stilted translation from the Book of Common Prayer with a whirl of gapped registration, some two-manual-one-hand negotiations (or, alternately, an excuse to break out that stretch of an eleventh you’ve been hoarding), and a woozy approach to the swell box.