Thought the teachers and students here would be interested in our accompaniment app! It’s called Cadenza and it lets you play concertos, sonatas and chamber music with real ensemble recordings following your tempo. You can get it on Mac here!
We’re on Kickstarter to put Cadenza on iPhone/iPad and expand our repertoire! Please support us and spread the word to all the musicians you know! Thank you! http://kck.st/1bHoIy5
“Essentially, we’re hard-wired to root for love. We want relationships to work out, both onscreen and off. We want to believe couples make it, because we want to make it, too.
We want to meet cute. We want to fall, head over heels. We want to write songs and have songs written about us.
We want things to work out. We want to love and be loved. We want happily ever after, or at least a chance to believe that exists.
Which is exactly why a film like Blue Valentine is so very hard to watch. Hollywood, so long complicit in the perpetual fueling of our happily-ever-after fantasies, here turns around and slaps us in our face by giving us the whole story. The beginning and the end (with all the various highs and lows in between). It’s draining. It’s painful. It’s heartbreaking. And it’s also one of the finest relationship movies I’ve ever seen. Not because all relationships are awful—some are, some aren’t—but rather because they are, so often, such hard work.”
Changing the way we talk is not political correctness run amok. It reflects an admirable willingness to acknowledge others who once were barely visible to the dominant culture, and to recognize that something that may seem innocent to you may be painful to others.
“The End was coming soon. I married someone from the religion, a boy named C. I was nineteen and he was twenty. I did not know him very well. C worked the night shift, so I did not see him much. When I returned in the evening he was usually already gone. Sometimes I thought I was imagining him. If I woke late, he would be home and sleeping beside me. I watched him sleep and wondered if he was dreaming. Did he dream about me? He was an unknowable as a photograph.
My days were spent in class. One day my film class screened La Jetée, the story of a man haunted by a single moment, only to discover that the moment is the scene of his own death. I watched it with fascination and horror. Here was the black and white world, the post-apocalyptic After that followed the rumored End. No one wants to live there. It is frozen and perpetual, suspended in static frames. Only a single, blinking moment of real time, a lovers’ gaze, provides relief. I didn’t realize I was holding my breath until that moment. Suddenly I was gasping, released from stasis. A look of love and recognition–––the world seemed to hinge on this axis.
I walked home from class through dirty snow. We had a blizzard that winter, unusual for Virginia. Tree branches and snow, soot and snow, charcoal and snow. Everything was black and white, frozen and imperfect.”