Day 102: Can you hear me now?
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Vienna 1971—A Student Journal
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Day
102 — Can you hear me now?
12-November-1971
(Fri.)
TRANSCRIPT
Electronic music day of classes.
Spoke with teacher Kaufmann—slight possibility that I
might be able to work with film department if I
wanted to do a project. Problem is that 16mm
equipment and film is only used [rarely]—very
expensive. Hope it works out.
Spoke with professor about practicing. Much to my
surprise, he understood and very gently set up a time
to meet with him to solve it.
In acoustics class, [we] did work with the
oscilliscope—most fascinating thing about it would be
the images and designs that the [sound] waves
produced. Excellent idea for a film.
Cerha’s class. Well-known composer and director
around here. He knows his stuff. Class is a little
bit dry.
Night. Went to the place where some of the church
music people were giving a birthday party. After the
long day, it was nice to talk and have a drink.
REFLECTIONS
Electronic
music day. A lot
going on. Apparently, I am interested in doing a
multi-media or film project, though the chance of
that is minimal due to expense. Professor Cerha is
certainly an accomplished composer. I am not certain
why, but his class didn’t sound exciting. Talking
about music and theory in German is certainly the
issue. I probably didn’t understand, and thus didn’t
get it. My fault, not his.
Science
and music. We get
involved with a bit a science, using an oscillator to
view sound waveforms. The connection between science
and music is readily apparent. Though it may not
affect how a person writes music, it is nice to
know how
things work. As I’ve
mentioned before, I used science and acoustics a
great deal when teaching my electronic music classes
to my middle school students.
Youth’s
frustration. Remember
yesterday, when I was so upset by the practice room
situation? Today, a professor helps me to begin the
process to resolve this. No big deal.
Youth=impatience, emotion. As you get older, you
generally learn patience and don’t get as emotional
about such small matters.
A little party seems to end the day.
John
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