I know I promised to be better about blogging regularly, so here’s the quick catch-up on the last two weeks…After a somewhat anti-climactic fourth of July (unless you consider watching both Terminator movies a typical fashion in which to celebrate freedom) I give you Jack the toothless wonder!! My little baby lost his first tooth yesterday – and the tooth fairly gave him $5!! I only got quarters when I was a kid!!

Okay, so what’s been going on in the world of Melly. First and foremost!! Matt’s post-Christian nihilist pop-opera, The Little Death has been given the official greenlight for release from New Amsterdam Records! I am officially a co-hort and New Amsterdam Recording Artist. So psyched for Matt. This project has been his baby almost as long as I have been his baby, and it’s been fascinating watching his manic tinkerings mature into what has become a truly unique compositional voice. (Psst – and if you’re in the city on the 8th, check out Matt’s WNYC commissioned remix of Rhapsody in Blue..)

Fresh from a three day trip to Seattle to listen to a new premiere of his for Seattle new music Series TownMusic, Matt helped me load all of my earthly possessions into a U-Haul, and move into his place temporarily as the search for a bigger and better apartment continues….So, yeah, I’ve moved and am covered with the obligatory mysterious cuts and bruises… am currently shuffling through old boxes of papers and photographs and enjoying the memories that come with it… am also re-arranging cabinets and hanging shelves!! Wielding my hammer and fierce set of IKEA allen wrenches, intent on maximizing space efficiency and organization for three people in a small, synth and gear crowded apartment, like creating a database of all of the VHS and DVD’s in the apartment and sort by format, genre, director, length, etc, dorky right?

On Friday I found myself at NPR doing an interview about my involvement with Jacob Cooper’s TimberBrit. It was really exciting sitting in that booth by my lonesome, with nothing but a microphone to keep me company. I feel like I expressed myself fairly well considering my interviewee didn’t really ask deep probing questions. We’ll see what they actually take from what I said (it wasn’t a live broadcast).. and the radio engineer and I had a very interesting conversation about experimental music ending with her asking me, “Do you ever ask yourself, ‘what would Lucy Shelton do?'” she was kind of awesome..sigh…

I also found out that a proposal I had submitted for an evening of “Dark Cover Songs” entitled the Mafoo and Melly Variety Hour was accepted for the Gershwin Hotel in August, so I really need to get cracking on that set list now! I’ve always wanted to do an I Enjoy Being a Girl/I Feel Pretty/Somewhere that’s Green/Part of Your World Death-Metal Medley..what do you think, does that work?

But in the meantime, I have two new arias to learn for the American Opera Project/Opera on Tap’s on-going project An Opera Grows in Brooklyn. On Friday July 17th @ Galapagos, I’ll wail through three of David Little’s arias one from his most recent Carnegie Premiere Dog Days, and one from Soldier Songs, and finally, a Newspeak staple Sweet, Light, Crude. My co-horts on stage with me are performing regulars at La Scala and New York City Opera, so I kind of need to get cracking, like right now…

Melly’s home sick today after two weeks of amazing performances with Newspeak and the ACJW. Newspeak was invited to perform at the Bang on a Can’t Afford the Real Benefit Party, and we rocked. One week later we took the stage again at LPR to open for that quirky brother sister duo The Fiery Furnaces, and we looked good… although I don’t think the hipster PBR crowd was really our scene, as one friend commented, “you know you’re at a Fiery Furnaces show when there are more men in the bathroom doing their hair than pissing.” On Saturday I performed John Adams’ Grand Pianola Music with the ACJW orchestra under the direction of Jeff Millarsky. And Sunday I found myself once again at LPR for Alarm Will Sound’s Music of Derek Bermel concert, which was fabulous, and only more wonderful because Matt’s mother and sister happened to be in town. All the rehearsals, all the late nights, all the complimentary drink tickets! You guessed it, I’m halfway through a package of Tylenol Cold right about now.

But I am catching up on Reader and tweeting for the first time this week. I’ve fallen so far off the tech bandwagon that I admit, some of twitter frightens me, and at times straight up nauseates me, but I’m gonna stick it out a month or so. If the election coverage in Iran isn’t enough to inspire me to take a second glance, nothing will.

I stumbled across the following video amidst the throws of coughing and feverish dreams yesterday and loved what I saw. You can catch the rest of Sarah Haskins videos over on Current TV. They’re pretty awesome. I recommend the Carl’s Jr. one, and the Fairy Tale one especially.

Also, on Sunday you can catch me perform Music for 18 Musicians as part of the Make Music New York series, which Newspeak was profiled in last year. Music for 18 will begin at 6pm @ Cornelia Street in the Village. Special props to Yamaha for donating the 4 pianos!

And hopefully, the streamlining of my life, my search for a new job, my new apartment forthcoming, the recession on my musical career somewhat lifting.. hopefully I’ll return to some state of regular blogging…Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, I know, I’ve said it before…

A few months ago I wrote about how my Vag and I would not be makin biscuits….well I have been. And the truth is, I’ve actually really, really enjoyed it.

Many times the past few months I wanted to throw a RIP sign up on the blog. I was over it. Needed to reconnect with actual living breathing people. I needed to remember what it was like to have a hobby… be patient with my medium of information…read a book, do a puzzle, knit mittens…Remember how I RULE at using elipses….

Now that I have perfected my pie crust, (pizza crust, biscuits, pot roasts, porkchops, roasted vegetables, guacamole…) it’s time to return to the sunshine…

So, the question remains, can I still be a feminist if I like making pies?? Well let’s see….my most recent Barnes and Noble purchase was the current issues of: BITCH, and The Joys of Roasting, and not the Bob Saget kind…So get ready for more snark, and better pie crust recipes in 09 bitches… I leave you fondly with:

A Quick Melly Link Dump:

Couple Divorces because of severe PMS
Woman Burns off husbands Penis!!!
Vatican blames environmental damage and erectile dysfunction on CONTRACEPTION
AND
That Phantom Maple Syrup Smell is BACK

for my sins…. despite the fact that I am not Jewish.

I have just completed my third High Ho @ Hebrew Tabernacle located at 185th and Fort Washington…Dr. Ruth’s Temple. She was there, I couldn’t see her though because I was sitting in a room about 10 ft wide by 12 feet long, phoning in the Kedusha’s via mic while clad in my usual High Ho wardrobe of jeans, a sweatshirt and studiously engrossed in the current issue of BITCH magazine in between the Kadosh Ata’s and Baruch Schem’s…..

Today was Yom Kippur, the day that makes me question why I do this once a year. I started singing at 9:30 AM, finished at 7:27. Yes, I kept track of the time, as I have the past three years. Jesus Christ….I have about three working brain cells and they’re all screaming at me in harmonic minor… NO MORE!!!!!

I’ll tell you this: High Holidays are a big deal in the Jewish church, so big that they sell tickets to them….and I guess I should count myself lucky to make some ridiculously easy cash for the time being. Decreasing attendance numbers in the temple year after year, and it’s only a matter of time before they cut the choir.

In fact this year I was running late for Rosh Hashana, and as I sprinted toward the door, I was greeted by the president of the congregation holding the door for what I assumed was a late soprano. When I entered the choir crawl space and took my seat next to my mic, I was informed that there weren’t enough people in the congregation for a Torah Service…. we needed a minyan (apparently 11 Jews)… which is kind of funny when one thinks of the phrase Satan and his minions…really just 11 Jews and a Satan they don’t believe in…

And I’m spent……

Heading upstate today with George Steel’s Vox Ensemble to perform the Tallis Spem in Allium and the Ligeti Lux Aeterna, both amazing pieces of choral lit. Joining us on the program will be the Albany Symphony and ICE, including Mafoo to open the new Experimental Media and Performing Arts Center at RPI. Apparently the hall is suspended or something…

I’m just psyched to perform these two pieces. I’ve performed the Tallis before, and for those of you that don’t know it, or have never experienced it live, it’s a 40 part motet. 8 choirs of SATBB, and is traditionally performed in the round for maximum effect. It’s chock full of your typical Tudor show stopper moments, imitation and false relations (which make me hot all over)… how does one write 40 independent lines of counterpoint?? God, I don’t know… but he does it, simply and slowly, beginning choir by choir sometimes with two voices in duet, moving from choir to choir and then back around, some antiphonal stuff from side to side, and then finally at measure 40 (and I’ll talk about the numbers cuz I’m really nerdy like that) ALL 40 voices enter, and it’s HOT.

Finally, the Ligeti. Damn. My first experience with this piece. 16 lines, again one on a part, which is near impossible with the staggered phrasing…. I’m quite skeptical of sacred text settings done by contemporary composers, mainly because the text stress and rhetoric are often lost for the sake of extended technique and all that jazz. Not knowing much about Ligeti, this sort of pointillistic approach to the text was jarring at first, but he contrasts the shorter sections with sustained suspended chords that keep the overall textual ideas moving. The piece is essentially a canon, with each of the parts moving with a different microbeat, 6,5,4,3, a soundsplash of chromaticism interspersed with real sexy consonants. The result is that someone always makes it to the end first, and has to wait for the others to catch up. That moment of moving from the dissonance to the sonority of the unison pitch gets me every time. It’s truly amazing stuff.

Elroy Riggs, esteemed op-ed writer for the Central Kentucky News Journal has unlocked the mystery of the rising divorce rate…. The Pillsbury Doughboy.

He harkens to a time when good little wifey’s rose early to make homemade biscuits for their husbands…. now the saddest sound in the world is the pop-pop-pop of the perforated can as “apathetic” women allow a plump doughboy to fulfill their wifely duties.

It is time, women of America, to come to your senses. Halt the alarming increase in the divorce rate. Bring the homemade biscuit back to your breakfast table. We can all work together. You make ’em, we’ll eat ’em. What could be more fair? I must insist on taking a hard line on this matter.

Fair? What could be more fair?? Hmmm.. how about Elroy making breakfast more frequently than Mother’s Day? That might be the inklings of the utter beginnings of fair. He then goes on to list several cookbooks he’s found that seem to have decent authentic biscuit recipes, and exclaims how inexpensive and relatively easy and quick they would be to assemble…. Only 12 minutes to bake!!

Who has 12 minutes to bake biscuits every morning? Maybe on Christmas morning, or your birthday if biscuits are your kind of thing, but every morning? Perhaps Elroy should try making them himself, and experience first hand the joys of cooking with yeast, which can be real finicky. My guess, Elroy’s wife (assuming he has one) has some very good reasons for not rising early to make the biscuits…

Growing up, the toaster was my best friend at breakfast time, and my sis and I packed our own lunches as soon as we were old enough (around 9 I think). This was mainly to give my Mom a break because my father to this day *can’t* fix anything for himself, so my she rises early and makes him breakfast, packs his lunch (usually leftovers in tupperware) and makes dinner when she gets home from work. I’ll say that again, when SHE gets home from work.

When I’m home, I cook dinner to make things run smoother for everyone, and because I LOVE cooking in Mom’s kitchen, (my vagina is agreeing with me as I type) but I would have clubbed my father over the head with a griddle a decade ago, and he knows it. He is one of many men out there who are still mystified by the kitchen. Elroy, I’m guessing, like my folks, is of the mindset that women keep the home, even if a large number of those women are also working…It’s just soooo outdated, even if it is somewhat cutesy.

You make ’em, we’ll eat ’em Mr. Riggs???? Dude, you want ’em, you make ’em!! Honestly, what could be more fair than that?

While I was at Yale I participated in a project entitled El Salto, or The Leap. My co-collaborators and I chose pieces of music and literature which, when stripped from their original purposes and placed next to other forms of media resulted in a new experience for the listener.

For me, as a student of the Institute of Sacred Music, I was in constant contact with music, art, and writing which I found to be both beautiful and challenging, but I was not a firm believer in the Christian faith. I found as much aesthetic value in a Nick Drake song as I did with an aria from Bach’s St. John Passion. Finally, we were working on a non-churchy non-preachy venue for experiencing ‘new’ music in a completely new context.

Robin McClellan, fellow composer and collaborator has uploaded a video on El Salto. The video is not of the highest quality, but he gives a great explanation into the motivation behind this idea. We’re hoping to start it up again in the city, now that we’ve all left the ivy-league nest. I’ll be sure to keep you posted. (And the singing you hear is me, including a segment of my loop pedal performance of Bjork’s Desiring Constellation- which I STILL don’t have a decent recording of!!! And be sure to check out Robin’s El-Salto song at the end, inspired by Gaelic congretational Psalm singing.)

Psssstt….. someone remind McCain that he voted AGAINST requiring insurance providers to cover birth control costs. You can see he’s kind of scratching his head there…didn’t I vote on that, wait,did I even attend that vote?…..Errrr

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