Creepy. With dissonance.

[icarus]

I can't decide whether this is awesome, or a new kind of horror inflicted upon the neighbors by the park. The ice cream truck has yet to swing by although we did get rescued by rain yesterday.

This is the weirdest concert yet. I think it would work as the soundtrack to a Conan The Barbarian movie, when some evil priestesses show up.

Creepy. With dissonance. For two days.

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[enname.livejournal.com]

*blinks* What are you hearing?!?!

[icarusancalion.livejournal.com]

It's hard to describe the bizarreness.

It opened as a sort of a capella Gregorian chant (always lovely). But then there was a break (possibly because of the rain?) and they came back and did the kind of surreal ultra-close minor key harmony you get in the original Star Trek reruns, backed with what sounded like a band and a set of native drums. That's when I started thinking of Conan the Barbarian.

Then it shifted to just a trombone, solo, no accompaniment, doing falling notes. I actually -- well, my brother used to play trombone, and I thought it was just someone practicing, because they played the same phrase over and over again.

But I soon discovered that in each of their breaks (the concert went on for two days) the trombone came back. O..kaay.

The next set (it was obviously the same group) had much more band support, stronger drum beats, bells! and shifted from close minor key harmony to minor key dissonance. I thought, "Oh, this is actually kind of cool. This is the sort of music that plays in a fantasy movie when the bad guy shows up and does bad guy things. But I bet the neighbors hate it." And after about forty minutes I started to hate it, too. Because the advantage bad punk rock has is that the songs are almost universally short.

Anyways, they finished the set and even the trees sighed with relief. The trombone came back and that's when I realized the trombone was part of the music. It had a weird ritual feel to the whole program. Which was kind of cool, kind of strange, but I'd pretty had enough.

Luckily, it started raining. Ha. So that gave us a reprieve. But later that afternoon they were back at it. And the next afternoon. And into the next evening.

Whoever thought music in the park was a good idea? And why don't they believe in moderation?