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A Music and Text Analysis of Franz Schubert’s Winterreise

Franz Schubert’s vocal cycle Winterreise, tells the story of a man who has embarked on a long winters journey. All twenty-four pieces in the song cycle share similar themes, metaphors, and central conflicts. Two pieces in particular are Rast (Rest) and Einsamkeit (Solitude). The narrator is weak, torn, and mentally unstable for his travels. He longs for true love, but winter’s sorrow has taken its toll. Therefore, these two works are related to one another through the analysis of text, key signature, and central metaphor.

Rast is the tenth song in Winterreise and is in strophic form. The piece is set in the key of D minor and the A section consists of two similar phrases. The a phrase concludes with a perfect authentic cadence (m.10) and is followed by the a which changes tonality with a perfect authentic cadence in the key of F major (m.15). These two phrases share a special relationship with the text. The cadence that occurs in both of these phrases occurs on a word that depicts struggle and travel. The a phrase ends on “Da ich zur Ruh mich lege” (as I to the sleep myself lie down) and the a phase ends on “Auf unwirtbarem Wege” (on inhospitable paths). The a phrase cadence depicts how slowed down, worn out, and frazzled the narrator is from his travel. A’ talks of how his travels prevent him from sleeping. His thoughts of longing for true love keep him unsettled during his time of rest. The use of F major puts much weight on his feelings of sorrow and loneliness. The B section consists of six small phrases. The a phrase ends with a perfect authentic cadence in G major (m.18), the b phrase ends with a perfect authentic cadence in F major (m.20), the c phrase ends on a half cadence in the tonic key of D minor (m.22), the d phrase has a perfect authentic cadence (m.25), the cphrase has a half cadence (m.28), and the dphrase concludes with a perfect authentic cadence (m.31). The A and B section return and follow the same phrase structure.

Shubert uses an example of an unsung voice in the phrase “doch meine Glieder ruhn nicht aus, So brennen ihre Wunden” (yet my limbs rest not so burn their bruises) (m.42-45). The vocal melody and the piano are playing a very calm and melodic passage. The text gives off the impression that the narrator is not content with his aching body, ultimately giving into his sorrow. The narrator lacks motivation to go on and has given up. Schubert also uses an example of word painting by using contrasting phrases and dynamics. The phrase “Fühlst in der Still’ erst deunen Wurm/Mit heissen Stich sich regent” (feel in its stillness the serpent stir with its hot sting!) demonstrates this. The first half of the phrase (m.57-58) talks of how the narrator is able to feel a serpent on his body. The music during this is calm and peaceful. When the narrator feels the hot sting of the serpent, the music becomes more intense. This dramatic effect puts an emphasis on the narrators overall emotional well being. The narrator seems to have a lot doubt surrounding his own strength. He does not put up a very strong fight to change his situation, rather just accepts his loneliness and despair.  Continue reading A Music and Text Analysis of Franz Schubert’s Winterreise

The Belated, But Pre-Oscars, Top 10 Films of 2014

1. Birdman or (The Unexpected Virtue of Ignorance)

Birdman opens with a levitating cross-legged Riggan Thompson (Michael Keaton) being heckled by the Luciferian voice of his former role as Birdman. Throughout the film, Birdman revisits Riggan, stroking his ego and egging him on to return to his superhero form. “You tower over these theater douchebags. You’re a movie star… You are a god.” All the while Riggan is determined to validate himself as an actor—as an artist—with his Broadway production, an adaptation of Raymond Carver’s What We Talk About When We Talk About Love. Riggan is not only the star of the production but also the director and the writer.

When a stage light falls on the key supporting actor’s head, Riggan is forced to re-cast. He rattles off a list of Hollywood stars to his agent Jake (Zach Galifianakis); Jeremy Renner? He’s an Avenger. Fassbender? Doing X-Men. Each proposed substitute is involved in the same buttered-popcorn-franchise-blockbusters that cast a shadow on Riggan’s life. That’s when revered thespian Mike Shiner, played ferociously by Edward Norton, appears. If Birdman is the preacher of fame and worship, Shiner is the pope of artistic integrity. Shiner is a method actor who drinks real gin during a dinner scene, and attempts to have actual sex with Lesley (Naomi Watts) during a bedroom scene, all in front of a live audience. Emblematically, without an audience Shiner is impotent. All the world’s a stage, right?

The war between reality and fantasy has been waged. Alone, Riggan performs feats of levitation and telekinesis. Sending lamps and shelves crashing with a flick of his wrist, soaring through the New York cityscape, and even blowing up a car as he walks by. Birdman is a surrealist painting begging you to believe it’s real. And you may give in. Director Alejandro González Iñárritu leaves conflicting clues whether Riggan really possesses superpowers and what is really real. Conspicuous shots of fiery objects streaking through the atmosphere, the film’s score physically manifesting itself, and powers becoming moot once a peer enters the room. It’s a profoundly funny bending of meta-reality, but it’s also subtle when it needs to be. The concept is kept at bay, playing a supporting role to Riggan’s struggle with redemption and relevancy in both the art and the family he fell in love with. He struggles to mend familial relationships between his ex-wife Sylvia (Amy Ryan) and his fresh-out-of-rehab daughter Sam (who is also his assistant, played fearlessly by Emma Stone) that his former Hollywood ego left bruised and neglected. With Birdman Iñárritu manages to grasp at tangible themes like self-acceptance and relevancy and turn them into a lucid, trippy tour-de-force. This is hard to imagine coming from a director known for exhausting non-linear opacity and bleak meditations. Not to mention, it’s so god damn funny! Where has this guy been?! At one point alter ego Birdman taunts, “People, they love blood. They love action. Not this talky, depressing, philosophical bullshit.” You get it.

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The Blizzard

The Blizzard

“Bethany! Bethany!” The doctor called down the hall to the nurse.

“Dr. Meechim, yes?”

“Can you page Dr. Schultz and have him look over Ms. Cortez’s file. Her temperature and her chest pains make me think pneumonia.”

“Where are you going Dr. Meechim?”

“Did you hear the weather report? Collins County is going to get four feet of snow tonight.”

“I heard. We all heard.”

“Well, I have got to get home to my family. Please, just give Dr. Schultz the file and have him keep an eye on her. Pneumonia. Tell him I think that she has pneumonia.” Dr. Meechim wasted not one second as he turned to gather his coat and hat.

“I’ll tell Dr. Schultz, but I already know he has a full roster tonight.” Dr. Meechim began to walk down the hall towards the elevator. “He is going to rip me a new one, Dr. Meechim.”

“I’ll make sure that he does no such thing.” Dr. Meechim called back before he entered the elevator.

~

“That was Ashley on the phone,” Dr. Meechim walked back into his kitchen.

“What time is the next available flight?” Cynthia Meechim, the Doctor’s wife asked.

“The storm last night shut everything down. She’ll be stuck in Detroit for at least the next twenty-four hours.”

“Gosh, I hope she stays warm.”

“She’s in an airport, honey. They have a Tim Horton’s and gift shops that sell neck rests at every terminal.”

“I’m just glad you got in when you did. I couldn’t imagine if you were stuck at the hospital for the entire weekend.”

Cynthia cleared the breakfast table just as the Doctor reached for more bacon.

“I could imagine.”

“Where is Ashley?” Walking into the kitchen with his hockey skates over his shoulder and stick at waist level was Connor. He is the Doctor and Cynthia’s youngest child.

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With The Dust Settled, American Sniper Finds Itself In No Man’s Land

Sniper leaves a parable of reactionism in its wake

For the past few weeks, no matter what part of the country you’re from, America has been under attack. We’ve endured a blitzkrieg of mortar-launched articles, think-pieces, tweets, op-eds, Facebook posts, TV rants, reactions, and even challenges, leaving a hazy fog of opinions to settle on the nation. On one side we have the ever-present “war is some badass shit” party. Opposite them resides the up-and-coming “war is like, not chill” party. For every bold countryman who took a shot at American Sniper and its drawling hero, an equally courageous samaritan recoiled and fired back in the reactionary way that one does when a stranger says something about your mother. It was clear there was no common ground to be seen, well, except for the film itself. Have you guys seen the film?

[Gasping for air as I snap out of pun-induced blackout] Ok. Give Clint Eastwood credit for creating a patriotic Iraq War movie that isn’t necessarily pro-war, but not too much credit. Eastwood shies away from making it a wholly anti-war film, and what could have been a damning portrayal of post-9/11 American foreign policy. Instead he articulates Chris Kyle’s red, white, and blue ‘true’ story in shades of grey.

First of all, taking political statements from troops should never be your first choice. I understand there’s a utility to having a first-hand account, but their heads are largely slathered with propaganda. They also are taught a strict adherence to whatever an unseen disciplinary chain of command tells them. These men are not geopolitical analysts; they are soldiers. But that’s neither here nor there; because forming political opinions based on this film is very odd anyway considering it seems deliberately apolitical. There isn’t one mention of the phrase ‘Iraq war’, ‘weapons of mass destruction’, or ‘Saddam Hussein’ and I believe I only heard ‘terrorist’ once. There isn’t a shot of a TV with pundits debating the legitimacy of said war either. Yet, we do see Kyle watching the news as it reports of the 1998 U.S. Embassy bombings in eastern Africa. After seeing this, Kyle enlists in the U.S. Navy looking to “be of service.” The next time we see a TV it’s September 11th, and Kyle and his newly married wife are visibly distraught. Kyle is sent to Iraq immediately after. That’s where it gets tricky.

It’s easy to say that Eastwood is being irresponsible by implying that the invasion of Iraq had anything to do with 9/11. But the truth of the matter is that, for better or worse, this tale is 100% from Chris Kyle’s perspective. Kyle enlisted without an attack on American soil even occurring, so it’s easy to assume he couldn’t have cared less if Saddam Hussein was hiding WMD’s under his totalitarian ‘stache. It was America time. War o’clock. Gun hour? Whatever. It’s a film adaptation of an autobiography, and Eastwood takes that very literally. ‘Don’t shoot the messenger’, Clint says (for the first time in his life). All complaints regarding humanitarian faux pas are to be forwarded to the residence of Mr. Christopher Kyle, punk.

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In Defense of Billy Eichner

I had a conversation with a friend of a friend recently who was not from around here. That is to say, she wasn’t from America at all. She grew up in South England and this was her first trip to New York. She informed that while she grew up on a steady diet of American pop culture, she was no expert on the subject and felt very lost in New York City (“It’s nothing like Sex in the City,” she informed me.) She was telling me about how she couldn’t quite describe Manhattan in relation to other cities she had visited, how Manhattan felt like so many places at once, a complicated puzzle nobody could solve, and I informed her that trying to summarize New York City is a fool’s errand. She then asked me what movies or TV shows felt best captured the essence of New York City, and it sent my brain into a tailspin. A lot of things popped up at once. Some were obvious answers. Most Woody Allen films, for starters. Taxi Driver, Dog Day Afternoon, The French Connection. Then you got your TV shows, all of whom do the city justice. Seinfeld, of course. 30 Rock is a staple. Broad City is brilliant and captures the essence of being young, lost and stoned in New York City (unlike it’s melodramatic cousin Girls.) It seemed like a great recommendation, until I remembered Billy on the Street. At first, it seemed like a game show with such games as “Rapper or Nic Cage character?” doesn’t quite fit the profile, but Billy Eichner sure as hell does.

Billy Eichner yells. He yells a lot. It’s his thing. His shtick, as far as most people are concerned (“The best part of that is when you scream at me,” declared David Letterman with zero irony after playing a game with him entitled “Celebrity Child or Kentucky Derby Winner.”) In his game show and most of his media appearances, he asks trivia questions related to pop culture. Though it starts with a calm explanation, it frequently escalates into comedic explosion as Billy grows frustrated with the participants lack of knowledge. He has other moves in his comedy toolkit yet people seem to focus only on the fact that, yes, Billy Eichner yells a lot, and your amusement of this may vary.

His profile has increased dramatically in the past year. The third season of Billy on the Street aired and featured a murderer’s row of special guests (Olivia Wilde, Neil Patrick Harris, Paul Rudd, to name a few.) He’s done rounds on pretty much every major talk show in America. He has a recurring role on Parks and Recreation. His new show, Difficult People, an Amy Poehler-produced comedy starring him and Julie Klausner, was picked up for a full season on Hulu and will debut next year. He had a featured bit at the Emmys that killed and was perhaps the only saving grace in an otherwise bland evening of typical award show charades.

Despite this, Billy has caught a lot of unnecessary flack. There are people who call out his shtick, persona, whatever you want to call it. It’s grating. It’s annoying. It gets old fast. Not that we should ever live our lives by YouTube comments (or even look at them to begin with), but for every ten comments that are positive, there’s at least one negative person typing “this faggot isn’t funny.” I really don’t think Billy Eichner is disliked because he’s gay, though there are certainly some homophobic ass holes out there who beg to differ. I don’t see straight people, specifically males, watching Billy Eichner and thinking “Well, he’s gay, and I’m straight, so I can’t actively watch this guy.” I’m pretty sure we’re getting better on that front. Most Americans aren’t looking at it through that viewpoint.

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