Composition Project Planets online version

TEN STEPS TO YOUR PLANETS COMPOSITION

FINAL PROJECT DUE: JANUARY 25, 2021

Students create music in easy keys, meters, and rhythms with limited ranges accurately applying the knowledge and skills of: notation; symbols; and terminology of dynamics.

Students perform music of various styles and genres.

1. CHOOSE A PLANET OR ASTROLOGICAL SIGN OR MYTHOLOGY SUBJECT OR ASTRONOMY SUBJECT TO INSPIRE YOUR ORIGINAL COMPOSITION; USE YOUR CHOICE OF INSTRUMENTS, AT LEAST FOUR INSTRUMENTS,  USING FLAT.IO.

2.  WRITE  4/4 TIME AFTER THE TREBLE AND BASS CLEF. 

  CREATE YOUR COMPOSITION WITH THREE SECTIONS: ABA:  AN A SECTION OF EIGHT MEASURES- SIXTEEN MEASURES, A B SECTION OF EIGHT-SIXTEEN MEASURES AND A REPETITION OF YOUR A SECTION.  CAN HAVE LONGER SECTIONS IF YOU WISH. 

3.  CREATE AN OSTINATO TO USE IN YOUR PIECE, AS IN MARS OF TWO TO FOUR MEASURES WITHIN YOUR SECTIONS .(REPEATED RHYTHMIC OR MELODIC SECTION)  

HAVE YOUR OSTINATO PLAY TWO-FOUR TIMES.

4.  BE SURE TO ADD A BARLINE EVERY FOUR BEATS. (Flat.io will do this for you, but if you don’t have four beats in every measure a new measure will not appear.) MAKE SURE YOU HAVE AT LEAST THIRTY-TWO MEASURES  WHEN THE COMPOSITION IS COMPLETE.  

5.) Use dynamics such as piano, forte, mezzo forte, pianissimo, and mark them in your piece so it is clear. 

6.) Use an interesting contour for your piece, so that it goes up and down gracefully, using scales and other notes that work well together. 

7.  LISTEN TO YOUR PIECE AS YOU WRITE IT USING THE BUTTON ON FLAT.IO THAT WILL PLAY IT.  REMEMBER THAT YOUR FIRST MEASURES MAY NOT BE THE BEST ONES. 

8.  EXCEEDS OPTION:  CREATE LYRICS THAT REFLECT YOUR MYTHOLOGICAL SIGN OR YOUR PLANET THAT YOUR PIECE IS ABOUT. 

9.)  EXCEEDS 2.) CREATE A VIDEO OF YOU READING YOUR LYRICS OVER YOUR PIECE.  SEE THIS LAURIE ANDERSON VIDEO FOR AN EXEMPLAR. Laurie Anderson:  SEE ME WITH QUESTIONS. 

10.  PLEASE ASK QUESTIONS IF THERE IS ANYTHING YOU DON’T UNDERSTAND!  ESSENTIAL FOR SUCCESS IN ANY PROJECT IS ASKING QUESTIONS OR ASKING FOR HELP!!  I AM HERE FOR YOUR SUCCESS!!! 

 

ANNOUNCING THIS YEAR'S MUSICAL

 ANNOUNCING THIS YEAR’S MUSICAL

PARK BENCH 2021

WHERE EVERYTHING HAPPENS

A NEW MUSICAL BY 

GEORGE HOSKER-BOULEY

SIGN UP WITH MS. FRANK AND FOR DETAILS

sfrank@yorkschools.org

NO AUDITIONS NECESSARY

REHEARSALS BEGIN 1/25/2021

ALL ON ZOOM MONDAY, TUESDAY, WEDNESDAYS

Slideshow Presentation about a choice of Musician

 TEN STEPS TO A GREAT MUSICIAN SLIDE PRESENTATION

Due on December 15-22,  2020

1.) CHOOSE A MUSICIAN, COMPOSER, SINGER, SONGWRITER THAT INTERESTS YOU VERY MUCH. 

2.) FIND AT LEAST TEN FACTS ABOUT YOUR MUSICIAN.

3.) FIND FIVE AWESOME PICTURES OR PHOTOGRAPHS OF YOUR MUSICIAN.

4.) FIND ONE OF YOUR  FAVORITE SONGS OR PIECES OF THIS MUSICIAN.

5.) CREATE A LISTENING ASSIGNMENT FOR THE CLASS, THREE QUESTIONS. 

6.) CREATE A SLIDESHOW ON GOOGLE SLIDES TO SHARE WITH THE CLASS.

7.) PRACTICE YOUR SLIDE SHOW TO MAKE IT INTERESTING FOR THE CLASS.

8.) SHARE YOUR PROJECT WITH THE CLASS. PROJECT DUE DECEMBER 15TH, OR EARLIER. 

9) HAVE A DISCUSSION ABOUT ONE OR MORE OF THE SONGS WITH THE CLASS, HAVE STUDENTS SHARE THE ANSWERS TO YOUR LISTENING ASSIGNMENT WITH ALL OF THE CLASS. 

10.) ASK AS MANY QUESTIONS AS YOU NEED TO MAKE YOUR BEST SLIDESHOW! 

Response to Yo Yo Ma's Cello Suite #1

J.S. Bach Yo Yo Ma Cello Suite #1 

Today we listened to this piece in my sixth grade music class, just the first section of the suite, and one of our students wrote this poem for the assignment. It is really cool!

The clapping sounds like thunder, 

the music light and jittery,

 turns ominous then happy, 

it sounds like sitting with a warm blanket 

near a fire in winter, 

now the music is deadpan, 

the hunter stalks about, 

but the wolves are safe,

 the spring is coming, 

the bees are buzzing, 

if you look close, 

you can see their footsteps in the air, 

gone behind a cloud, 

never seen again. 

Youth is short and sweet.

RETWEET!

 THANK YOU JOAN CHITTISTER 

Music: The Places Life Cannot Reach Without It
I have a parrot who does not sing. She cries a lot if I leave the room—if anybody leaves the room actually. She screams for whatever she needs—though it’s your responsibility to figure out what that may be. She talks to herself by stringing a long list of very clear but totally useless syllables together while she chatters in my ear.
 
But when I sing to her, or play music for her, she stands stark still and listens without making a sound. She just perches there. Almost breathless. Almost frozen. It’s totally out of character—and totally understandable—at the same time. It is something that fascinates me. I watched her over and over again and then I got it: I do the same thing myself.
 
Here, in the music, is all the protection I need from my restless or anxious or empty self. Maybe music is the basic living instinct, I think: common to us all—parrot and person alike. It is the one thing in life that gets into my soul, that cuts it off from everything but the electrical impulses of the universe, that encapsulates me.
 
I began writing articles to music as a young teenager. I would choose a march or a symphony or a piano solo and “write” the outline of a sentence in march to its rhythm, to its accents, to its phrases. Or, I would string out a wispy dream, or punch up a great, sweeping grand symphony by writing lines in an equally long cadenza. Then I would put words to them rather than chords until the sentence on my paper sounded like the rise and fall of the end of the opera or the volley of the street band.
 
Strange, I know. But important to consider. The truth is that music is not a melody, it is a place in time. It is somewhere to go where no one else, no noise, no interruptions can intrude. It takes us in and closes us off from all the clamor of the universe.
 
It gives us balm. It touches our souls. It saves us from the straggle and cacophony of the world. It takes our noisy, crowded lives and quiets us in the orbit of the sublime.
 
Music is the only sound of heaven we’ve ever been given. Play it often. Play it well. Play it to put yourself back together again after noise and confusion of sound leave you tired and alone and lonely on the floor of life.
 
Then, one thing and one thing only can accompany us into ourselves—our memories, our hopes, the pace of our soul and the power to quiet us to everything except distraction. Indeed, music is where the soul goes to put into notes what cannot be said in words. Happy listening.

Sunrise Final Presentation

 

My Peaceful Place

 My Peaceful Place

From the mountains above, melted snow flows down the streams and creaks

Maine is an awesome state and is always what i seek 

Many are born in state that the Appalachian Trail winds through

I feel lucky enough to be from one of those states too

My home is with my dad on our 80-acre farm in York

Where me, my Gramps, and Dad raise chickens, beef, and port

Chorus:

Down on the farm i pass all my sunshine hours

Running wild through the many flowers

In my childhood happy home down on the farm

Rock, Folk, Country, and Hip Hop artists come from the Trail states

So full of talent playing at many venues and on different dates

Many award winners are from the least likely places

Here in Maine we are lucky enough to see their familiar faces

I put on my head phones to listen to their music

While i think about school and all the teachers rubrics

Chorus

States along the Appalachian Trail have produced so many stars

While working on our farm I find myself singing a few bars

Anything that takes away our peace is to expensive

A little thought i had while mending the broken fences

This is why i love it here, a place i dont have to worry

Where life is slow and i dont have to hurry

Chorus

Nothing like the smell of fresh cut grass while Gramps hays the fields

Listen to the chicken’s cluck, the cows moo, and the pigs squeal

This is the only home i have ever known 

My safe place and where i belong

I wonder how this became my fate a place i love so dearly

Im proud of my farm and love my family

I will forever carry on this farms legacy

While knowing this is where i need to think clearly

Chorus

I sit on the front porch staring out at the whild life and deer

Listening to music to easy my mind and my fears

I know how lucky i am to have been given this life

Maybe someday ill get to share it with my Dad, children, and wife

But not now, i am too young

While the hikers on the trail are putting on their gear tackling the trail

Ill be on the farm putting grain in the pails

If you hike to maine and would like to greet me 

Our farm on Libby Lane is where ill be 

A little piece of heaven i hold dear to me

Chorus

Chorus