A Little Nettled About this Whole Thing

Days after the Quebec Conference…

This is just getting out of hand.

I mean, come on. I cannot believe the state of the state right now. Look at all of this just happening around me! Confederation here, confederation there, hey look at that guy sitting by the pier over there, could he be just talking about the sea and su- no confederation yet again! I am truly at a loss for words. There are no words in any language on God’s green earth that can properly or fully express my dismay and overall disappointment of the people in Canada.

Don’t they know that we the people will lose power? Don’t they know that will lose power, after I’ve worked so hard for the prized position of co-premier? In my opinion, John S. MacDonald is much better than John A. I’m even the Attorney General, do you believe that? This system of governing, or as I like to say “doing things”, is much more effective for us being a small club of farmers and lawyers who just want to do their own thing and not be ruled by some power-hungry lunatic with a name so generic that fifty other men might be mistaken as the leader of the country.

I’ll tell you what, some political baboons even set up this conference in Quebec. In MY Quebec, right in front of me. The audacity! I’m this close to even going on a protest (but that would be too much, wouldn’t it?). Currently, my plan to combat this disaster is to run for the opposition when the time should present itself, and defend my beliefs but also the best interests of all the provinces of this land. This political menace of an idea must be stopped.

Dear brother, as you can tell I am rather upset. I am enclosing a photo of myself to show you just has irked I am by these developments. I hope all is well back home, I heard the pigs escaped. You’d best catch them before they turn feral.

That is how disappointed I am. If you have any last bit of wonder on how nettled I truly am, on a scale of 1-10, it’s at least 10.

Completing Part One of Many

Only a few days left until the submission date for my competition for the Vancouver Chamber Choir. I have run through the changes and made alterations to where I needed them and have had consultations with a couple of people that are well versed in choral music. I’ll be working on getting a piano reduction and recording of it soon, but for now the score will have to suffice. To see the finalized score, look here.

As stated in my previous posts, I am using the poem “Said the West Wind” by Canadian poet Isabella Crawford. I had my mentor go over the piece and make some suggestions on what I could edit and I have taken his comments into account. As well, I have got my mom to look it over as well, since she studied voice and has been teaching music for over 15 years. As well with making some changes of my own, I feel much better about the piece and hope it will do well in the competition. Of course, I’m not going into this competition to lose, but I’m just glad to be able to participate in a competition for choral composition. At the beginning of this project I wouldn’t have been able to do something like this, and just to feel strong enough in my compositional abilities now means that I’ve learned quite a lot, and that’s pretty good if you ask me.

As well, I recently participated in a choral workshop hosted by the Canadian Chamber Choir and spent my morning at this workshop at the Vancouver Academy of Music. At the workshop, I got to learn some singing techniques, such as how to prepare a breath, how to attack a note and so on. One of the biggest things I got was comparing your air to a stream of water coming out of a garden hose. If you need to reach a not way far in the back of your garden then you’ll need more water pressure. Whereas if you need to reach a note that’s sitting in a little pot on your windowsill, you’d better not attack it with power washer-esque force. It was perhaps more helpful more me as a singer than it was for me as a composer, but it was still interesting and informative for me to keep in mind when I am composing. At this workshop, I also got the opportunity to meet a Canadian composer named Jeff Enns. He is the composer in residence for the Canadian Chamber Choir and it was almost surreal to see him, as i’ve sung a number of his music. I went up and said hello and told him that I really enjoyed his work and that I myself and doing a bit of choral composition, and we talked about being a composer for a couple of minutes until he had to leave. It was really quite great to meet him and to talk to him and I’m glad that I did. As well, a few hours later, the Coastal Sound Youth Choir, the choir I perform with, did a concert with the Canadian Chamber Choir, so I had the amazing opportunity to sing with professional singers from across the country.

Upon getting critique and suggestions from my mentor and my mom, I employed patience in listening what they had to say and listening with intent. DeBono states that one should “…listen carefully and attentively and you should get more value than if you impatiently waiting for a chance to do your own talking” (67). Sometimes this can be difficult for me, as when I have a question I want to think about that question only so not to forget it when I get a chance to ask it, or I want to add a comment in the discussion and I can think only of my comment. And of course my mind is a drifter and has the ability to end up thinking about why the word “pants” is plural and not pay attention to the importance of voice leadings. However, I’ve been finding out there is are so many interesting things to learn that paying attention with purpose is in my best interests. As well, I’ve been trying to use the technique of repeating back what I’ve learned so that nothing gets lost in information transferring. This process has saved me a couple times when asking about certain harmonic “rules”. “…repetition indicates that you have understood what was said. It also clarifies the situation in your own mind” (71).

This week has concluded my project within a project or writing a piece for the Vancouver Chamber Choir’s Young Composer Competition. But I am far from being done with in-depth. I have plans to participate in another choral competition and submit to calls for scores. As well, I plan to write a piece for a side project that combines music and math in an album. And finally to continue analyzing pieces and write music for the sake of writing music and for myself.

Though one aspect of my project is complete, my studies in choral music are far from complete.

Whispers of Something Strange

5 November,1859

After careful consideration and much reflection, I have had a revelation, and epiphany of sorts. That there are few things in this world that are more perfect, more exquisite, more impeccable than the American government. As both a Parti Rouge leader and a member of the Assembly of the Province of Canada, we can (and should) look upon the political systems of our southern brethren like an institutional work of art. Oh, to be as liberal as they is but a dream. Of course, being a high ranking member of government, maybe I can change that. The whole idea of keeping our businesses and our trade within the province makes a lot of sense, and not allowing said economic endeavours interfere with political goings makes just as much. I’m sure that you, being an intellectual like myself, will agree.

I hear rumours of the beginnings of some unifying proposition. Some grand series of treaties that will bring together the provinces and Maritimes, or something of that nature. Like I said, they’re only rumours, but what if? This unification process would effectively eliminate the power to the provinces, thus effectively making me obsolete. Of course, we cannot have that, and for the sake of our nation divided, we could not support the unification of provinces. In any case, they are mere rumours, I will show no concern until I see a signed paper.

Otherwise, I hope all is well at home. I’m doing the best I can to make this place as good as we hoped it could be. I’m quickly finding out that my law degree is coming in handy in some situations, so those seven years of school are being put to some use.

Until I see you again

Your brother, A.A. Dorion