Instrumental for bean's work pet round (w.i.p.)

Bean's Work (Instrumental) [31-EDO Spiral Round]

Just once

There's no more wrong notes any more we
There's no more wrong notes any more we
Took them to couples therapy

There's no more tree frogs any more we
There's no more tree frogs any more we
Dissect corporations nowadays

There's no more landfills any more we
There's no more landfills any more we
Launch the trash right out to space...right into space

There's no more genderism any more we
There's no more genderism any more we
Queered the signs and the jokes and the yarns and the
Romance novels and the symbols and the plants and the
Babies and the frameworks and the popes and the bars and the
Sports and the tellies and the superheroines

Just once

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Couples Therapy

A one-minute piece in The Square Root of 13/10 (a xenharmonic nonoctave tuning) that plays with learning, unlearning, and learning to learn, thru the cryptic story of a pig, a tree, and some tasty truffles.  Co-composed by Andrew Heathwaite and Michael Gaiuranos (aka Snow Leopard) for the UnTwelve 60x60 Mix.

Form and Lyrics:

ROOTING FOR TRUFFLES

UNCONSCIOUS LEARNING

Rooting #1

TREE: As an oak, my roots don’t mind
earth dark bark and dark earth’s ore,
or where roots fruit and bind.

PIG: Truffle o truffle, I snuffle and snuffle
I fumble and rummage for drummage and drummage

Rooting #2

TREE: now new runs leaf here
learnéd neurons whose sounds
sounds like tunes I’d as lief as hear

PIG: Tuber melanosporum,
I dig em, find em, and always score em

Aria:

PIG: So who wouldn’t say
I’m the finest truffle sniffer?
The nose extraordinaire … go away
and peerless … leave me alone
I don’t want that truffle yet.

CONSCIOUS LEARNING

Crisis (Rooting #3)

TREE: To like entails what’s loathed,
so every fork’s a crossroad.
don’t all discriminate?
now I know what people to hate?

Truffles?

over and beyond

trigger warning: violence

I have been cold.
I have known hunger.
I have been hit by a car.
I have miscarried a baby.
I have huddled in a dank basement while a tornado went over my head.

I have moved so many times, I have lost count.
I have been depressed.
I have been unemployed.
I have been struck by lightning, twice.
I have been shot at.
I have seen the lifeless body of a 3 year old carried away, a bullet in his forehead.
I still hear his mother screaming.

I have cried blood.
I have had scarlet fever.
I have drunk well water from under a Monsanto seed corn farm.
I have played in a creek a quarter mile downstream from a hog confinement factory.
I have eaten more red jello and raw hot dogs than anyone should.

I have been ostracized and alienated.
I have been distracted and lonely, mesmerized by screens.
I have stood in the bottoms, water flowing around my ankles, wondering if I 	should stay, or if I should make a break for it.
I have seen a river become a lake in my backyard so big I couldn't see to the other side.

I have been in car accidents.
I have eaten out of dumpsters.
I have crossed paths with blind fury.
I have heard the hot moist breath in my ear, saying, “Be quiet.  If he finds us here, he'll kill us.”
I have chosen homelessness, walking out with only the clothes on my back.
I have been punched in the face by my own mother.

* 

I say these things, not to evoke pity, but to tell you:
I did not come to this Earth to be beaten down.
I did not come to this Earth to be crushed under the heel of circumstance.
I do not quiver with fear.
I do not hide in fate's shadow.

I flourish!
I thrive!

There is a fire in my belly that cannot be extinguished.
It fills me with love and healing,
with a yearning to defy the odds of my survival with grace,
with an appreciation of beauty that cannot be quashed.
I am not afraid of anything.
Lousy presidents, ice caps melting?

I'm going to be here, standing my ground.
My heart is liberated territory.
My love is wide.
My care is deep.
I am a cornerstone.
I am here to strengthen, comfort and heal.
And not just myself.

My eyes see the garden under my feet.
My ears hear the rhythms of gaia, the language of the living world.
My mouth sings in appreciation and gratitude.
My hands are open in invitation.
I worship the ground I walk on.

If I can witness the beauty and wonder of this world, 
if I can let it envelop me in its love, anyone can.
You can.

Over And Beyond

Rehearsal for the premiere in March, 2013 at the Muziekgebouw, Amsterdam. Ere Lievonen, Fokker (31-tone) organ; Mikko Perkola, viola da gamba.

The introductory fanfare uses a 9-note scale (3+4+3+4+3+4+3+4+3=31 steps) in the so called Orwell temperament. The toccata is in extended meantone, making much use of septimal and neutral intervals, 1/5-tones, as well as commas that 31EDO tempers out, such as 176/175.

The viola da gamba is tuned as follows: The 7 strings are tuned to the standard A1-D-G-c-e-a-d1 (with meantone fourths). The seven frets are placed so that the pitches on the A strings are as follows: (A) Bb B C C# Cx D# E (= 3-2-3-2-2-3-3 steps of 31), enabling 21 pitches out of 31.

Truffles?

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