Some reflections on The Kid

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We’ve been down to Olvera Street in Downtown many times. Historically, it’s important as the site of the original Los Angeles pueblo. The oldest house in the city is there – the Avila Adobe (1818). But recently we noticed a make-shift sign next to a doorway. It pointed out that thousands of people pass this […]

End of the rebirth (Philippa – an opera, blog 12)

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More on my development of the opera Philippa. Concert pianist Philippa Duke Schuyler was the daughter of Harlem-based African-American journalist George S. Schuyler and white Texan Josephine Cogdell who thought that if they combined their superior genes they could produce a genius – and proved it. Philippa was, indeed, a prodigy. She played her own […]

Life-changing statements

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Over the years I’ve noted down statements that I consider life changing. I ended my previous blog (Words, words, words, 11 December 2012) with one of my favourites: Thomas Jefferson’s “Not a blade of grass grows uninteresting to me”. Others have been: “The problem’s the problem; the person’s not the problem.” Yesterday we were at […]

Montagnards and Lowlanders (Philippa opera blog 9)

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Another in my series of blogs on the development of the opera Philippa, based on the life of Philippa Duke Schuyler. Philippa, the Harlem-born daughter of African-American journalist George S. Schuyler and white Texan Josephine Cogdell, toured Vietnam as a concert pianist in 1967 and died rescuing some ‘orphans’, the children of US servicemen and […]

George was not the only one (Philippa blog 6)

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  Continuing my series of blogs on the development of the opera Philippa, based on the life of Philippa Duke Schuyler, the Harlem-born concert pianist who died in Vietnam in 1967 rescuing schoolchildren… As mentioned in my previous blog, I need to come to grips with quite a few background issues in writing the libretto […]

Philippa, an opera – blog 4

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As mentioned in my previous blogs on this subject [Philippa blog I, 16 September 2012, blog 2, 18 September, blog 3, 25 September], I have been talking to people for some years now about an opera on Philippa Duke Schuyler, the Harlem-born concert pianist who died in Vietnam rescuing schoolchildren in 1967. But now I’ve […]

Philippa, an opera – blog 3

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As mentioned in my previous blogs on this subject [Philippa blog I, 16 September 2012 and blog 2, 18 September], I have been talking to people for some years now about an opera on Philippa Duke Schuyler, the Harlem-born concert pianist who died in Vietnam rescuing schoolchildren in 1967. But now I’ve decided to work […]

Conocotarius, George Washington – eventually

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I don’t live in Central Australia and haven’t since the 1980s. It’s been an important strand in my life though, given expression partly in the piece, Journey to Horseshoe Bend. And I guess I think of Central Australia every day. I see myself there. When I am there, visiting in person, I can still see […]