Category Archives: Albumleaves

“Taccio”

Albumleaf 168: April 20, 2020 (Bologna) The title means “I’m quiet.”

“Phrases from a Warm Weekend in Quarantine”

Albumleaf 167: April 12, 2020 (Bologna)

“Battuta dalla Quarantena”

Albumleaf 166: April 2, 2020 (Bologna) TEN YEARS AGO today, I posted my first Albumleaf.  The original goal was to write three ‘leaves every two weeks.  I came close in 2010, but shortly thereafter production slowed due to parenting and other musical projects.  From 2014, there’s only a single ‘leaf; in 2016, there were none.  […]

“Dall’orto se ne vien”

Albumleaf 165: March 24, 2020 (Bologna) “Back from the orchard he comes.” After Filippo Azzaiolo (d. 1570)

“Nebbia / Torre dell’Orologio”

Albumleaf 164: February 11, 2020 (Bologna)

“Boschereccia n. 3 — Il Museo della Musica”

Albumleaf 163: October 18, 2019 (Bologna) The third boschereccia resembles the first in its wildness, but it is a well-lit room, where we have not lost our bearings.  We contemplate quietly a pair of horns and harps in a display case.  The sounds of these instruments mingle in our mind with the opening phrases of […]

“Boschereccia n. 2 — Palazzo d’Accursio”

Albumleaf 162: October 10, 2019 (Bologna) This boschereccia is a more civilized room, with symmetrical, framed frescoes and a much less reverberant acoustic.  Perhaps a social gathering is underway, the music blending with the small-group conversations scattered around the room.  The homophonic texture continues from the first movement’s conclusion; repeated notes evoke the play of […]

“Linea Meridiana” LIVE

Albumleaf 65: July 25, 2011 (Bologna) Alliance Française, Bologna, May 24, 2019

The Star Spangled Banner

For at least the third year in a row, I am not in my home country for the Fourth of July. Both this year and last the plan was to be in Granville, Ohio, for the carnival downtown and for the fireworks and flag waving. But fate finds us stuck in Bologna for another few […]

“Boschereccia n. 1 — Palazzo Hercolani”

Albumleaf 161: June 5, 2019 (Bologna) The first boschereccia is a dim, echoy room whose frescoes spill unframed from wall to wall and up onto the ceiling.  We seem to be in a real forest, the wind carrying hints of horn calls from the distance.  A melody emerges from and subsides into the waves of […]