Langdon Jones - My Music

As a conclusive demonstration that I have no shame whatever, this is a pagedevoted to samples of my own music recorded in MIDI format.

The project of improving these MIDI transcriptions is ongoing. If somewhat slow. One problem with MIDI is that there is literally no way of telling how your sample will sound on someone else's card. With the advent of faster connection speeds it is now possible to upload big files quickly, and therefore it becomes feasible to record them in mp3, thus ensuring they sound the way you want them to.

One thing I have discovered is that on most cards, the Voice Oohs or Synth Voice will be completely dominated by the piano accompaniment, even if you whack up the volume as high as you can. So in the first of these improved samples, I have substituted the bass voice with the trombone, which means that it will be heard on most people's systems.

I have also discovered that piano pedalling tends to sound different on different soundcards. A good card will treat the sustain as it happens in real life, i.e. with a natural decay. Other cards will switch a sound on when they receive a sustain command and leave it switched on until they are told to switch it off again. This can cause interesting effects! The pedalling on these pieces should sound fairly subtle, and if it doesn't - I can do nothing but apologise.

All I have done so far is the Apollinaire Songs and the oboe piece, but I will eventually be making my way down the list, so please keep coming back.

As far as the music goes, I am an amateur composer, but have written some fairly large-scale and ambitious works, most of which have been performed. Although my musical tastes veer towards the atonal, most of my music is, for some reason, written in a very conservative (not to use the word outdated!)style.

Christmas Medley (12m 19s)

Christmas Medley for Recorder Quartet

This was a piece written for the Berkshire Recorder Consort. The section towards the end in the key of Db caused some consternation among members of the consort prior to the first public performance (which they performed perfectly), but the recorder is, after all, a chromatic instrument.

Piece for Oboe and Piano (1m 45s)

Piece for Oboe and Piano

This is a very early piece, and is the last of a set of three. The other two aren't worth including here, but this one has a wistful tune which I still like. So here it is!

An Inscription (2m 28s)

The Skirt (5m 27s)

The Circus People (1m 51s)

Three Apollinaire Songs

An early set of three songs for bass and piano.

The Inscription obviously comes from a tomb. The protagonist is in a stateof serenity, all-knowing, content to die.
The Skirt is a fantasy upon the skirt of his mistress. It has masochistic andfetishistic overtones. He sees her skirt as a bell and, presumably lying inher bed, has a disturbing vision of her hanging skirts as hanging men.
The Circus People is a description of a circus parade, described first at a distance,then in middle distance and finally in close-up.

Rondo in D (3m 18s)

Rondo in D

This was originally written for four recorders, but set for brass instrumentsit has the feel of an extended fanfare.
The Rondo hovers between the major and minor; there are four main themes, one for each of the episodes, and one whichappears at various points, at first in the bass on the first repetition ofthe first theme.
In the final appearance of the main theme, one of the sections has all fourthemes playing simultaneously.
The Rondo has been performed a few times locally.

Gabriel, Fram Heven-King (12m 08s)

Gabriel, Fram Heven-King

This is a transformation of a medieval carol - a contemporary English version of Angelus ad Virginem. The piece uses the English version of the tune which is modified considerably from the more familiar Latin version to accommodate the Middle English words.
It is set for soprano, clarinet and piano, and begins with the unaltered tuneharmonised in medieval style. During the course of the piece the clarinetexplores the extreme high register, sometimes to interesting effect duringperformance!
This piece was performed at a recital in South Hill Park, mainly devoted tothe music of Richard Walthew. The performers were Daniela Kahan, soprano, JohnWalthew (the composer's grandson) on clarinet and me on piano.
After the exposition of the theme there is a very long section for solo piano,and the clarinet does not reappear until the latter part of the piece, sobe assured that your MIDI player has not gone wrong.
The piece is sung in Middle English.

2. One Man Shall Shear My Wethers (2m 02s)

3. A Sprig of Thyme (3m 14s)

4. Jig - The Blooming Meadows (3m 14s)

Folk-Music Suite

The Folk-Music Suite is in five movements for soprano and recorder quartet.
One Man Shall Shear My Wethers is one of the purely instrumental ones,and I have given it an orchestral arrangement. It is in the same kind of form as One Man WentTo Mow, although the tune is completely different. Every time the tunecomes round it is lengthened, and in this version it comes round five times.
A Sprig of Thyme is a sad song about the loss of virtue and time, andthe words play on the 'thyme/time' pronunciation so that sometimes it is not clearwhich one is meant ('Thyme, it is the prettiest thing, and thyme/time it will grow on,and time, it'll bring all things to an end').
The Jig is associated with one of the most embarrassing moments of my life,when a semi-professional recorder group with which I played entered a music competition, andselected this piece to play. We turned up on the day, and discovered thatthe only other group in the competition was a school recorder group. Therewas much audible muttering among the mums and dads in attendance about theunfairness of adults competing against childen. We playedthe Jig and we won against these children, who were clearly very upset anddisappointed. One of us had to go and collect the trophy, and none of uswanted to - the whole event took place in a kind of glassy horror. All in allit was one of those moments which make you squirmyears after the event.
The suite has been performed publicly a couple of times in its entiretyby two different local groups, and individual movements have also been separatelyperformed locally.

The Rhyme of the Flying Bomb

The Rhyme of the Flying Bomb
is a setting ofMervyn Peake's one hundred and twenty-five stanza ballad, which describes aconversation between a sailor and a new-born baby in the middle of an air-raidon London. The setting lasts an hour, is very difficult and taxing forthe performers,and has received only one public performance, at South Hill Park in Bracknell.
The setting is for soprano, bass-baritone, narrator and piano. Anyapparently inspirational lacunae in these extracts might be due to the fact that of necessity thenarrator's part is missing.

We'd be far better off ... (2.56)

The sailor carries the baby through the wreckage of the air raid, and reflectsthat they would be safer on the ocean, or where the soldiers are fighting, thanhere in London where glass is flying and houses are falling.
But although his wound is throbbing, the sailor feels anuprush of an almost hysterical joy ashe carries the baby through the burning streets. It suddenly drains away whenhe contemplates the scene before him:-

See! See! Ha! Ha! How the dazzling streets
Are empty from end to end
With only a cat with a splinter through its heart
And an arm where the railings bend.

Shall I worship you now?(6.18)

In the sanctuary of the church the sailor contemplates the baby, rejoicing init, but conscious that it will 'never be washed or dressed'.
The baby opens its eyes and looks at the sailor, and then begins to speak,telling him that it has lived many lives and has seen many things. 'There'snothing outside of the womb of Eve that you wouldn't have known inside.' Thebaby wishes to sing with the sailor 'as we sang in the early days.'

For sailor, there's nothing that is not true
If it's true to your heart and mine
From a unicorn to a flying bomb,
From a wound to a glass of wine.

I am frightened, little fish (2.20)

The baby has leapt from the sailor's arms and hovered in the air, and thesailor has joyfully raised his voice and sung with the baby, but at theconclusion of their song his joy suddenly evaporates, and he feels fear,which grows into a state of terror.
The baby returns to the sailor's side, and tells him that his fear is understandablewhen he can see 'nothing left but a gaping skull on the spine of the wounded world'.But the baby tries to console the sailor, telling him that at least the twoof them are well, and that anyway death is nothing to fear, it is 'so mean and small'.

It snatches away the burning breath
And it snatches at the useless clay,
But what can it do to halt the square-rigged soul
As it steers away?

My body is what has laughed for me (1.16)

The flying bomb is on its way, the baby having lured it to this spot so thatthey might die together. The baby has been telling the sailor that hisimmortal soul canonly be tested in death. But to the terrified sailor all this talk ofimponderable souls is irrelevant. "Where are the tears of my spirit,child?" he asks. "and how are its cheekbones dried?"
The sailor can understand his own body, much more than a soul he knowsnothing about.

A hundred thousand fire-green crows (1.05)

This extract is from the last section of the poem. The flying bomb is aboutto fall. The baby in a state of ecstasy sees a vision of the Virgin Mary. Thesailor's mood changes from extreme terror to one of joy - just before the pointat which this extract begins he sings: "Now God be praised, the ships of Hell are in the bay!"
The sailor's vision is of the sea. He can now accept his own death, and hewelcomes it with joy.

How glorious it is to sway
Upon the waves of war!

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