My goal is to provide my own original downloadable Christian, choral, folk and world sheet music to the public. We need more good music.
Friday, December 9, 2011
LDS Sheetmusic
At Wildrose Music there is a variety of original LDS sheetmusic appropriate for use in meetings. I believe it is important to provide choirs and music people in the church with multiple resources. I have written hundreds of pieces which might be useful in a church setting and all that I have is made free to the public. There are a few arrangements, but most of the music is my own original work. Please visit our website at www.wildrosemusic.com to see some of the options we have available. We are just beginning to put this music online and there is a great deal more music yet to come, but I think you will find a wide selection for any occasion.
Thursday, December 8, 2011
The Organ Hymn
a Sonnet
For Steven Smith
Majestic
organ, thousand-piped doth sound
It's
trumpets flutes and strings unhindered through
Luxurious,
spacious seats and people pound
Their
feet in wild approval. It is true
That
money could not buy a finer rig
Than
stands on high above the average Joe;
That
no expense was spared to make this gig
The
top event as organ pipings go.
But
I'm an heretic of this belief
That
money makes the music so much more
Effective
in providing sweet relief
From
boredom in a world whose lives are poor
And
blind and naked, lacking praise for Him
Who
made the man who made the organ hymn.
Wednesday, December 7, 2011
Brahms Requiem
A
Sonnet
I
sit among the brasses in the back
The
strings and winds before me in array.
A
full-voiced choir, like angels in a pack
Behind
me stand and do not fly away,
For
there is one who holds them to a task
On
earth, though one would think that heaven called,
The
strains are so sublime. One seems to bask
In
higher realms than these terrestrial halls.
The
muse, adept at universal flight,
His
chosen task no less than death's lament,
Wields
word and wind with visionary might
And
fits each listening soul for his ascent
To
lofty places far beyond our skies
That
never were beheld by human eyes.
Tuesday, December 6, 2011
The Music BOOM!
It's a great day to be a musician. There are so many ways that you can get music. Great music of every conceivable style has never been more available. This explosion matches the information boom exactly and should have the effect of making our generation the most cultured, intelligent and refined generation in the history of mankind. Well, maybe we have a ways to go. Somehow, having at our disposal the greatest and best, also means that we have the least and worst available at the same time. This dichotomy is typical of life. However, it should put us on our toes, so to speak, where this is concerned. We should be seeking out the greatest and best, not settling for easy and quick just because it's there.
Monday, December 5, 2011
Born in a Stable
As my son is about to be married, it makes me think about when I was
carrying him. It was the first time I had decided to write music for
anything. Someone at church convinced me that I could write a cantata
for our choir for Christmas. I was surprised at the suggestion, but
thought it no crime to at least attempt it. I sat down one night, with a
pencil and paper and wrote the words to all of the songs. The next day
I sat to the piano and what came out astonished me. The words I had
written seemed to already have music to them. I began to play the words
and the music was there. The finished cantata was a huge success and
brought me much joy. From that cantata I have published Born in a Stable .It is available for anyone to copy, play and sing. This beautiful,
first song has been a pleasure to sing these twenty-some years now. I
wish that everyone could have a copy of it. When my son was born, a few
days before Christmas, I felt again the beauty of the season through
being a mother. "Born in a Stable", celebrates the Motherhood of Mary
and the beauty of the simple birth of Christ. Along with my son, it is
the best Christmas gift I have ever received.
Sound and Silence and More
Music isn't just sound and
silence in time because sound isn't just sound and silence isn't just
silence. First, sound has a source. The source might be animal,
vegetable or mineral. If the source is animal, it might be human or
non-human. Whether human or non-human, the source may have intention,
which determines the kind and quality of the sound. By the way, all
sound and all silence fall within the scope of the broadest definition
of music. Some would argue otherwise. Oh, well. So, if we have a
non-human sound, like say, a whale, then we also have intention. The
whale might be sending a signal to his mate across several miles of
ocean. In that case the sound will have a definite character, volume
and flavor. If for some reason, for instance, the whale is in distress,
this would change the character, flavor and possibly the volume of the
sound. All of these factors become part of the sound itself. Taken
separately, as in, isolating the sound from the source and ignoring the
possible motives for the sound, gives us a significantly less
interesting piece of music, for one thing, but it also takes away a
great deal of our ability to enjoy it. Half the fun of a piece of music
is knowing things about it.
For instance, I remember when I was about 7 years old and our teacher took us to a little patch of trees out beyond the school house. There were many birds in the trees and they were singing noisily all around us. Our teacher then pointed out that not all the sounds were the same. She said that besides having different 'songs', the birds had different signals for different occasions. One of the occasions, she said, was danger. She then made a strange sound with her hand on her mouth and explained that when certain kinds of birds are in danger they make a sound something like that. I was fascinated and after she showed us the secret to making the sound, we all began making the sounds of distressed birds. It was great. I thought I had been let in on a great thing and that I could now 'talk' to and understand birds. Really, I had been let in on something even bigger than that. I had been given my first lesson in talking to and understanding life.
Life is music is sound is silence is everything. We cannot separate ourselves from it. Music is everywhere. Life is everywhere. The key is to listen. What I learned from the birds that day was that the music of the birds wasn't just singing, it was living. Their 'music' changed when they were in trouble. Everyone's music changes when he is in trouble or in love or happy or sad or anything. Everything changes your music, drives your music and helps you create your music. Every day each person is creating the music of his life with words, thoughts, intentions, actions, interactions and their opposites. Nothing is outside of the realms of living music. The great awakening comes when one realizes that the baton, so to speak is in his hand. The music of life can be directed through the intention of a living soul. So instead of being merely a singer in the symphony of life, one can become the conductor, composer and orchestrator. One can determine the kind, quality and volume of the music he will produce when he realizes his potential for music, and life. Life wasn't meant to be a series of victimizations but a growing field of beauty and happiness. When one takes charge of his music it is as though he learned where the seed box was kept and was given an open field in which to plant whatever seeds he wanted, whether for beauty, nourishment or just for the fun of it. When a field is allowed to grow by itself without cultivation, it becomes a dull and lifeless grassy place with plenty of noxious weeds. When cultivated it can become a garden of Eden where there are all manner of fruits and flowers to enjoy. Music; life; These are the fields.
For instance, I remember when I was about 7 years old and our teacher took us to a little patch of trees out beyond the school house. There were many birds in the trees and they were singing noisily all around us. Our teacher then pointed out that not all the sounds were the same. She said that besides having different 'songs', the birds had different signals for different occasions. One of the occasions, she said, was danger. She then made a strange sound with her hand on her mouth and explained that when certain kinds of birds are in danger they make a sound something like that. I was fascinated and after she showed us the secret to making the sound, we all began making the sounds of distressed birds. It was great. I thought I had been let in on a great thing and that I could now 'talk' to and understand birds. Really, I had been let in on something even bigger than that. I had been given my first lesson in talking to and understanding life.
Life is music is sound is silence is everything. We cannot separate ourselves from it. Music is everywhere. Life is everywhere. The key is to listen. What I learned from the birds that day was that the music of the birds wasn't just singing, it was living. Their 'music' changed when they were in trouble. Everyone's music changes when he is in trouble or in love or happy or sad or anything. Everything changes your music, drives your music and helps you create your music. Every day each person is creating the music of his life with words, thoughts, intentions, actions, interactions and their opposites. Nothing is outside of the realms of living music. The great awakening comes when one realizes that the baton, so to speak is in his hand. The music of life can be directed through the intention of a living soul. So instead of being merely a singer in the symphony of life, one can become the conductor, composer and orchestrator. One can determine the kind, quality and volume of the music he will produce when he realizes his potential for music, and life. Life wasn't meant to be a series of victimizations but a growing field of beauty and happiness. When one takes charge of his music it is as though he learned where the seed box was kept and was given an open field in which to plant whatever seeds he wanted, whether for beauty, nourishment or just for the fun of it. When a field is allowed to grow by itself without cultivation, it becomes a dull and lifeless grassy place with plenty of noxious weeds. When cultivated it can become a garden of Eden where there are all manner of fruits and flowers to enjoy. Music; life; These are the fields.
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