Monthly Archives: August 2013

Day 28: 365 “Circle Songs”

We’re moving in a couple of days and the apartment is in upheaval.  My older son is away, my younger son’s beloved summer camp just ended yesterday and it’s no wonder he’s having trouble sleeping.  After 10 minutes of trying to get him settled in his bed, I invited him to snuggle up to me on the couch while I record my circle song.  So that’s where he is, and that’s the impetus for this particular installment.

Circle 28

-Anne-Marie Hildebrandt

Day 27: 365 “Circle Songs”

Wow.  So this is the first one I’ve actually ever fallen asleep while recording!  Plus, I barely have a voice; I should have done a style where the rasp in my voice was a benefit.  As is, I’m going to have to re-do this one at one point.

It’s got random words I made up on the spot.  “In the sorrow, in the brightness, in the hollow wood he waits.”

Circle 27

-Anne-Marie Hildebrandt

Day 25: 365 “Circle Songs”

Someone Skyped me tonight and I found myself subconsciously singing and elaborating on the ringtone for hours, which happens more than you might think!  Finally I’m “getting it out of my head” at least a little bit with this Skype circle song…

Circle 25

-Anne-Marie Hildebrandt

Day 24: 365 “Circle Songs”

Another attempt at using a Sylvia Plath poem for lyrics, as I really liked the last one (Circle 22.)  This one has a bit of an anthem feel.  I don’t feel it works as well, but it’s in a Major key, and I never like those as well…

Frog Autumn

Summer grows old, cold-blooded mother,

The insects are scant, skinny.

In these palustral homes we only

Croak and wither

 

Mornings dissipate in somnolence.

The sun brightens tardily

Among the pithless reeds.  Flies fail us,

The fen sickens.

 

Frost drops even the spider.  Clearly

The genius of plenitude

Houses himself elsewhere.  Our folk thin

Lamentably.

Circle 24

-Anne-Marie Hildebrandt

Day 22: 365 “Circle Songs”

Thought I’d shake things up a little tonight and use a poem by Sylvia Plath.  This one’s called “Mad Girl’s Love Song” and is deliciously dramatic…

“I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;
I lift my lids and all is born again.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

The stars go waltzing out in blue and red,
And arbitrary blackness gallops in:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed
And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

God topples from the sky, hell’s fires fade:
Exit seraphim and Satan’s men:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I fancied you’d return the way you said,
But I grow old and I forget your name.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

I should have loved a thunderbird instead;
At least when spring comes they roar back again.
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)”

 

Definitely listen to this one with headphones…

Circle 22

-Anne-Marie Hildebrandt

Day 20: 365 “Circle Songs”

Today’s circle song is definitely a product of some of the things that I’ve heard in the last few days.  On Thursday night I went to hear the wonderful Alison Wedding at the 55 Bar, and a friend of mine introduced me to Reggie Watts on Friday.  This piece is a strange combination of elements from each, and definitely a departure for me.  It gets my head bopping, though, which can’t be all bad…  Plus, enjoy my freshman effort at sort-of-beatboxing!  (Dare I say it?)

Circle 20

-Anne-Marie