And another thing about German symphonic development. I tell you, our cold kvass soup is a horror to the Germans, and yet we eat it with pleasure. And their cold cherry soup is a horror to us, and yet it sends a German into ecstacy. In short, symphonic development is just like German philosophy and soup-all worked out and systematized. When a German thinks, he reasons his way to a conclusion. Our Russian brother, on the other hand, starts with a conclusion and then might amuse himself with some reasoning.
Modest Petrovich Mussorgsky
In India the human being is a symphonic theme. 'The people' is not a compact, close-knit concept, but a sprawling one, flowing not only into different walks of life, but into the intricately woven multi-layers of privilege, wealth, and education. 'The people' created by Gandhi is a young concept.
The 10 or 12 artists I have known really well all my life are at least as competitive as professional athletes. They may express it in slightly different terms, but you look at the Jackson Pollocks et al., and they are as interested in wall space in the galleries as Joe Montana is in the percentage of completed passes. So the notion that symphonic conducting, or stage play, or pure art, is not a competitive business is real bullshit.
I've been extremely lucky to work with Elmer Bernstein, Howard Shore over the years, but I've always imagined films with my own scores, because I don't come from that world or that period of filmmaking. And so how could I make up my own score on a film like this where it isn't necessarily made up of popular music from the radio or the period; it isn't necessarily classical music. But what if it's modern symphonic music?
Before, as soon as I came home from all sorts of places I would sit down and write in my journal. Now I want to write you, talk with you... I love when you say all that happens is good, it is good. I say all that happens is wonderful. For me it is all symphonic, and I am so aroused by living - god, Henry, in you alone I have found the same swelling of enthusiasm, the same quick rising of the blood, the fullness... Before, I almost used to think there was something wrong. Everybody else seemed to have the brakes on... I never feel the brakes. I overflow. And when I feel your excitement about life flaring, next to mine, then it makes me dizzy.
The music defied classification. If I had been writing a review of the show, I would have labeled it progressive, guitar-driven rock 'n' roll. But the guitars made sounds guitars didn't always make. Symphonic sounds. Sacred sounds. The music dug in so deep you didn't hear it so much as feel it, reminding me of a dream I used to have when I was a kid, where I would be standing on a street corner, I would jump into the air, flap my arms, and soar up into the sky. That's the only way I could describe the music. It was the sonic equivalent of flight.
Deep inside I feel that this world we live in is really a big, huge, monumental symphonic orchestra. I believe that in its primordial form all of creation is sound and that it's not just random sound, that it's music. You've heard the expression, music of the spheres? Well, that's a very literal phrase. In the Gospels, we read, "And the Lord God made man from the dust of the earth and breathed into his nostrils the breath of life and man became a living soul." That 'breath of life' to me is the music of life and it permeates every fiber of creation.
Silence of the creator Mute, watching, pondering The daring of my creation Oh ye mortal man! Why thou question what you enjoy and enjoy what you question? Out of ignorance or out of assurance? Enjoying the creations of my hand; Inquiring into the works of my thought and yet, questioning beyond the questions. Harmoniously did I make my creation in harmony? Seasons and times; changing to give a clue and signs of the time. Day and night; rolling in the power of my might. The anther and filament; producing in its accord in fulfillment of the status. Ye! Neglecting the principles of Jesus Christ. And now, entangled in the crises of the precepts of the ties. Oh ye mortal man! Why thou question what you enjoy and enjoy what you question? The whistles of the blackbirds, the hum of the bees, the cry of the cuckoo, the bells of the deer; Forming a symphonic crescendo pleasant to the ears. The greenery of the forest; the very epitome of livelihood to my creations. The cool breeze and awesome scenery of the sea; empowering the true relaxation of mankind and my creation. My creation! My creation! My creation! In silence do I watch! In silence do I ponder! In silence! In silence! In silence! In solemnity do I perceive the rolling and gravitation of time and the earth to its ebb. Oh ye mortal man! Silence of the creator, watch!
Ernest Agyemang Yeboah