The Music of Spring: The Fountain As we matured, our music changed too. When we released the sixth disc, times were tense. Nete wanted a solo career, and the violinist we interviewed was reluctant to adopt a Muse’s name. The discussions, long, loud and bitter, left everyone on edge. “I’ve had enough of this,” Melete
The Music of Spring: That Doesn’t Say Spring The graphics department proposed shots of Greek ruins, photographed through color filters. All of us shuddered at the sight of the Parthenon beneath a salmon pink sky. “No, that isn’t even the right temple. If it were Delphi, or Parnassus, it still wouldn’t work. The picture has
The Music of Spring: Spell That Wilson’s uncle gave ‘Spring’ its first recording contract, and me my first business headache. “I need your names for the liner notes,” he announced. “Speak up.” The Ferguson triplets told their names, and he scribbled on a notepad. He took the flutist’s name and the trumpeters’ too. Slapping his
The Music of Spring: Glockenspiel’s Jingle As it turned out, there was a xylophone in the marching band, but the senior student who played it was secure in his position. I was a sophomore, and the band director smiled as he handed me the case, vest, and mallets to the glockenspiel. “Welcome to our band,
The Music of Spring: So Conventional As I stared, Daddy held a finger to his lips and picked up a long handled mallet. Gently, he struck the longest bar on the top of the instrument. A deep and penetrating tone filled the nook and I reached out for the mallet. He handed me four of
The Music of Spring: The Smile I Adored A group of men beside a monument played sets of steel drums, and I begged, “Please, Mother, I want a set of drums like those. They sound wonderful.” She looked through the dirty windows, and saw only the sandblasted metal and improvised frames. “No, Aoede, I can’t.