ACT ONE:

A samurai warrior enters the stage, inspecting his lands and his village. He starts singing the first aria of the opera, “A Sacred Land, A Sacred Call”, extolling the virtues of the samurai and the honor that lies with his profession. “To die for the emperor”, he sings, “a duty; an honor – oh that I would be found worthy of doing so”. Two women nearby sit kneeling with their heads bowed in deep respect for this great warrior. After he is gone, they discuss the theme of the aria between them, and how they are, like him, honor-bound in their call to serve. “This is the Meaning of Life”, they sing together in wonderful, tear-jerking duet.

But events are afoot. The samurai’s son suddenly enters the stage, looking for his father after many years away in Kyoto. They meet; father is delighted to see him and wonders how he has been doing. Alas, it is soon revealed, that the son has not followed in his father’s footsteps; he has become a traveling salesman for Hershey’s Chocolate Kisses. The samurai, enraged, commands him to stop immediately and storms out. The end of Act One ends with the son, singing to a sad tune on the clarinet, “How I Love Japan; But I Love Hershey’s Kisses Too”.

ACT TWO:

The Japanese villagers are now talking among themselves and rumor quickly spreads that the samurai’s son is a salesman for Hershey’s. Some of the villagers argue that chocolate, in every form, is a good thing and Japan must embrace the influences of the new world; others argue against; when suddenly the samurai himself appears. Finding that his authority is weakening, he quickly summons his son and asks him “very well, have you changed your mind?” The son refuses to leave his new profession, and the samurai, dishonored and enraged, throws him into a bamboo prison cell. “There you will stay”, he bellows, “until you respect your honor!”

The drama develops when a team of Hershey Co. lawyers emerge on the scene, singing a transformation of the main theme, “What Ho, What Ho? What Transpires Here?” The samurai threatens to kill the lawyers on the spot, but they quickly produce a document signed by the Emperor himself, which no samurai can question, that Hershey’s Chocolates are legitimate all over Japan by royal decree. The second act ends with the samurai father falling on his knees in shame and dishonor, crying. The villagers look on terrified.

ACT THREE:

The samurai, unable to bear the shame of his son as a traveling Hershey’s salesman, has reached a decision: He will commit suicide. The villagers are mortified, and the team of Hershey’s lawyers are beaten by them until they repel them by threatening to sue them for libel. The samuari ends this quarrel by stepping onto the stage with his swords; a gray, somber figure with ashen face, prepared to do his duty. His son sings his final aria to him from the bamboo prison, “Will You Not See: a New Dawn for Old Japan”, but the father refuses to listen.

But by mistake, when the samurai reaches for his last sake glass, he accidentally grabs a Hershey’s Chocolate Kiss instead and puts it in his mouth! Apalled at first, his countenance soon changes as he realizes he has made a dreadful mistake, and everyone soon starts laughing. He lets out his son, forgiving him with tears in his face, and the opera ends with the grand finale, the duet between father and son, singing “Here is Tradition Too”, indicating that there are traditions in Hershey’s Company as well, as it is in feudal Japan, and that both can coexist together through honor and mutual respect. The villagers and lawyers combine in a final, grand chorus. The sun sets over the cherry trees which are now blossoming in full, and the curtain falls. The End.

So I sat down with the theme to October Sky, which I thought was a nice exercise in two-part harmony, two violins contrasting against each other.

And then, as I listened to the original, I realized that it was slightly more than that (full string section actually), so having at least completed the exercise, I sat down to arrange something more full.

Listen to it here.

Doesn’t sound that bad, does it? (Remember, computer orchestra, and the sensitive instrument treatment of an industrial robot)

For instance, looping through an enormous amount of IP addresses and keeping count of how many times they appeared, is easily done using the following code (not compiled or checked for syntax errors):

ls := TStringList.Create;
ls.Sorted := true;
for ip in ipAddresses do begin
  n := ls.IndexOf(ip);
  if n = -1 then
    ls.AddObject(ip, TObject(1))
  else
    ls.Objects[n] := TObject(Integer(ls.Objects[n]) + 1);
end;

It’s very efficient. Since TStringList.IndexOf always does a binary search, it operates in log2(n) time, and using Objects as integers allows us to keep track of count without messing with the string data.

But there are things we can do to speed it up. For instance, TStringList.IndexOf relies on TStringList.Find, which itself uses AnsiCompareStr, which is a slow Windows call, taking locale and its mother into consideration. Overriding this with our own method should be worthwhile. (The code below is adapted straight from the Classes unit.)

type
  TStringListEx = class(TStringList)
  public
    function Find(const S: string; var Index: Integer): Boolean; override;
  end;

function TStringListEx.Find(const S: string; var Index: Integer): Boolean;
var
  L, H, I, C: Integer;
begin
  Result := False;
  L := 0;
  H := Count - 1;
  while L <= H do
  begin
    I := (L + H) shr 1;
    C := CompareStr(Get(I), S);
    if C < 0 then L := I + 1 else
    begin
      H := I - 1;
      if C = 0 then
      begin
        Result := True;
        if Duplicates <> dupAccept then L := I;
      end;
    end;
  end;
  Index := L;
end;

We’ve replaced AnsiCompareStr with Delphi’s own CompareStr, which is a highly optimized FastCode routine. There are some drawbacks – things will always be sorted in byte order and no case-sensitivity is done. But we don’t care about this – it can always be done afterwards; right now, speed is the main importance.

And it turns out that using the above code, in pure examples, can slash execution time with up to about 80%. Dramatic savings, indeed. In my own example, where I analyze ftp log data, I managed to cut execution time on 122 MB of data down from 7 seconds down to 3.1 seconds.

Best of all, since TStringList.Find is declared virtual, we don’t need to change any types anywhere, just do a TStringListEx.Create instead of a TStringList.Create and you’re good to go.

Jarre is one of the musicians I remember from my childhood; I bought almost every record (and then subsequently CD) with him and listened to over and over.

This concert was a smaller one, he is otherwise known for his huge and spectacular concert in Houston, Paris, Lyon, London etc. This was inside the Scandinavium arena, and it was just one night – he played in Malmö the day before, and Stockholm the day after.

It was quite a remarkable concert though. It featured a lot of old songs, as well as some newer ones. And, of course, spectacular effects with lights and lasers and a few other oddities thrown in. It was also unbelievably loud – I should bring earplugs the next time. Lesson learned. Then again, I think that goes for most concerts.

I think the most amazing thing with Jarre is that he is not using synthesizers to emulate the sound of “real instruments” – which they are rather poor that, but that he is using them as instruments in themselves. He has always pioneered ways of using them and producing sound with them that goes quite beyond everything else.

It was quite evident as he was playing some more avant-garde pieces, featuring quite an unusual sound (especially from the theremin) and evoked rather strange moods, that would have been impossible with normal acoustic instruments.

All in all, well worth seeing, although it is evident that the highlight of his career probably was in the past; the audience were mostly people in their 30′s, 40′s and 50′s.

For those of you who have pianos and feel up for playing something new, be sure to head over to my “My Music” page and take a look.

If you do try it out, please leave a comment or so about what you thought. I always like to get feedback on what I do, even if it’s critical. Reasonably critical, that is.

More about Suzie LeBlanc here.

Oh, and yeah, it’s Händel.

     A
The flag still flying and I stand and cheer
     D
The red-white-blue that snaps so dear
        A
In the blowing wind
                 E
    That blows today

      A
And thinkin' of our soldiers in arms who stand
 D
Backed by prayers in a foreign land
        A
It's because of them
                E
    I'm free today

     G
The life I live in a world of fear
       D
When freedom is so strong and near
    A
My heart is pounding as I sing a song
     G      D      A
Of Ame  -  ri  -  ca
           A
          Sing a song
     G      D      A
Of Ame  -  ri  -  ca

Schoolkids jumping on the bus in the sunrise
Swallows flying in the clear blue skies
It's another day
    In my home town (?)

Farmers plowing in the fields outside...  ?

/Refrain/

I don’t like “swallows” in the second part, doesn’t feel really American, more Swedish somehow. Maybe June bugs? Dolly Parton sang about June bugs, but I don’t know if they fly in the “clear blue skies”. May need some major tweaking.

Well, it’s probably not up to Bach’s standard by a long shot ;)

But here it is: Trestämmig fuga i C-dur.

It’s very simple in structure, but this is, I think, the first time I’ve been able to make something that sounds good, conforms to common structural guidelines, and actually has a bit of structure. I’m rather proud of it.

Listen to it here, if you want to.

Using FL Studio and Garritan Personal Orchestra, I selected the Full Organ, added an enormous amount of large cathedral reverb, tuned the sound a little, and then sat down to record on my digital piano.

Here’s the result. What do you think?

Mitt webbhotell det rullar på
Och ingen downtime vill jag få
För servrarna tickar lugnt och skönt
Kontrollpanelen lyser grönt.

  Yeah, yeah, ingen kan bli vrång,
  När jag sjunger min webbhotellssång.

På webben kan man surfa runt
Även om det mesta liknar strunt
Men vem bryr sig när allt är fritt
Som delas ut från webbhotellet mitt.

  Yeah, yeah, natten kan bli lång,
  När jag sjunger min webbhotellssång.

När strömmen ryker och allt blir svart
Och ingen annan dator kommer någonvart
Jag njuter då fullt av en vacker sonat
Från mitt fina reservkraftsaggregat.

  Yeah, yeah, alla servrar är igång
  När jag sjunger min webbhotellssång.

(Jag erkänner att jag skrev den här sången för att bli den enda i världen som har en sökträff på ordet “webbhotellssång”.)

Today I’ve read a book by Benedict XVI (Joseph Ratzinger) and listened to Arvo Pärt‘s Fratres.

Who says you don’t get influenced by other people?

Invoicing can be a pain
When it’s just a thing
That you’ve been told to do
And all the numbing mindlessness
Of daily chores done nonetheless
Exciting as the flu
I wish instead for meadows green
And things that I have never seen
And happiness and bluer skies to come
To my computer screen…

Think Simon and Garfunkel and a simple guitar to accompany it. Beautiful. :)

It flattered me; because I’ve never seen myself as a technician. Although I am a software developer and build computer systems for a living, sort of, there’s a hidden quality that rests within me that perhaps is not immediately obvious to everyone:

Passion!

As calm as I am outside, inside I am a very passionate person. Sometimes I feel like my emotions are so intense, my whole nervous system so sensitive, that I can literally pick apart an orchestral work and step right into it, disassembling the sound as I listen to it and placing the woodwinds, brass and strings around me.

I guess that’s why I like music so much: The strings of my heart quiver when I hear music, like the strings of a violin guided by the touch of a skilled violinist. My soul can soar to unknown heights when it’s in sync with music that’s playing (which is a very good reason why I shouldn’t listen to opera at work, because I won’t get any work done) — and likewise, when trying to concentrate on work and someone else turns on the radio with some mindless beat music, I plunge to the very depths of despair.

Because I’m like that… Passionate.

It becomes a problem when I have to do administration at work. I should have sent out invoices this week; I remind myself every day to do it. (I’m going to do it tomorrow. Really. No, really!) And yet… it’s infinitely more fun to work on the new server; plunging into the depths of system configuration, reading books and FAQ’s, searching for clues and answers. Like a painter, with every stroke of the brush building towards the final picture, I add scripts, config files, download yum packages, step by step ever so carefully completing the server. It’s something I can pour all of my heart into, focusing all my energy upon it and storming this challenge with every intellectual capacity I have.

Yeah, the invoices. Right. Doing administration chores is … about as much fun as assembling parts at a factory. Like telling an artist who just created a beautiful painting, “okay, good, now make fifty of these and we should be about set”. And it’s not that I think less of that type of work (after all, it needs being done!) – it’s just that it’s not how I function.

So I have to motivate myself, find tricks to get things done, and focus, focus. Once I get into it, it usually works out okay, but I squirm and agonize over it for days. Because there’s no passion in it. And that’s why I sometimes pull off great and wonderful feats at work, and in between those moments my productivity can drop to … well, below everyone elses for sure. I usually manage to save the day by being kind of fast at doing things, once I get around to it, but…

I guess that’s why I write poetry about people I fall in love with – because I have to get those stormy feelings out somehow. I pity the woman that one day might fall in love with me… :)

So it’s back to work tomorrow – moving domains, sending out invoices, answering the phone and handling support calls. Chores, administration. Blech. But it needs being done.

But, my, that new server sure looks interesting…

The little composition that began there has now been completed. Some of you have already heard it; it’s a rather odd little tune that jumps up and down all the time and can never quite agree on its beat, constantly switching between 3/8, 6/8, 7/8 and 8/8, and on occasion a 9/8, just for good measure; and just to confuse the pianist further it also switches between Ab, Gb and E major.

Having read a bit of music theory through my years (and even more as of lately), I realize how inadequate it is. It really doesn’t conform well to established musical patterns; the very fact that it incessantly switches beat all the time, inevitably marks it as a layman’s attempt at writing music. In several other ways, it’s… well, somewhat childish.

On the other hand, it’s quite fun to play, and it doesn’t sound altogether bad either, once you get used to the little occasional bumps in it. And, perhaps more importantly, I dedicated it a while ago to someone I know – the identity of whom, to protect the innocent, shall remain a mystery – and in doing so, I realized in a sudden moment of insight, that the musical qualities of this little piece actually, in a way, reminds me of her.

All things considered, for all its deficiencies, I’m thinking as follows: that, 1) if a composition is fun to play (which is half the reason to make music anyway), 2) it sounds rather well, and, 3) in its own peculiar qualities, it’s actually providing a meaningful context in regards to the person for whom it was written; then I think that this little piece has earned its right to exist, and not to be scrapped and thrown away.

Anyway, having said that, the true mark of any decent piece of music is whether it can stand the test of time. And since this was first started upon in 1997 and since then has survived in my mind for roughly ten years, my feelings about it may just be warranted.

At the Queens Jubilee – Meditation from Thaïs, composed by Jules Massenet.

I’m absolutely and positively surprised by this group. It’s real modern country, with four girls singing, traditional country instruments and yet they seem to at times mix in a little bit of Nordic folk instruments with adds an unusual touch to the music.

The CD starts off with a catchy tune called “Hey Girl”, goes right on to a very good song called “You are Mine”, and later comes up with a song called “Never Looking Back” with a wonderful refrain that gets stuck in your head in seconds. “Ready for the Storm” is a soft, melodic and sensitive piece, but it doesn’t linger long there but moves right into the happy “Sunday Paper”. It finishes with a more traditional folk music song called… “Röda Walters Special”, which is a bit odd and I think I’d like it more if it didn’t sound so much like a special-order pizza.

Anyway. Get the CD if you like country. It’s awesome.