I HAVE PRINTED OUT the musically incompetent hate mail to pin it on my bulletin board so I can smile in satisfaction when seeing it again. Imagine, not being able to count a measure in 2/2 filled with eight eighth notes. I don't know which that should get them, a failing grade in first semester solfege and dictation or in sub-primary number work. Maybe no one cared enough to point out he's got two hands to count on after he runs out of fingers on one of them.
UPDATE: Warning, the following will be tedious for non-musicians.
I looked at the lead sheet as published by Virtual Sheet Music, online. It's how I knew it was notated in 2/2, from there the rest of it was just a matter of listening and counting. The eight "o"s that are sung in a chorus on the recorded version of it aren't notated, there's just a tied-over half note on the word "Nor-man" followed by a half rest. In Sue Thompson's singing of it all eight "o"s are part of a simply banal melodic pattern of eighth notes filling that measure as recorded.
Jeesh! I'm going to print out the continuing whining that only further proves his musical incompetence in even the most simple-minded pop music. Apparently he doesn't understand what lyrics are and that in songs lyrics, apart from the relatively rare spoken ones, are generally sung on pitches, within rhythm.
I said "Blackbird" was OK, there's no pleasing you jerks. It's OK for what it is, it's not an undying masterpiece, at least not unless it gets revived through improvisation by really good improvisers. I wouldn't listen to most jazz standards if they weren't treated that way, the notated and original form of them, especially the ones written for shows, don't stand up to repeated hearing. They weren't built for that like Beethoven Bach or Schoenberg is.
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