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Birds singing in the sycamore tree, It is not only fine feathers that make fine birds. - Aesop, No bird soars too high if he soars with his own wings - William Blake, One swallow doesn't make a summer. But one'll do for now. K.O.T.S, Take me for a trip upon your magic swirlin' ship, There's a lot of spare time in Bodega Bay.
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Just wonder what kind of royalties the birds received ….. Tubularsock sure hopes it wasn’t chicken feed!
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Peanuts. Which they made a killing on by selling them on for triple in price to the Squirrels.
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This is a delightful idea, and quite astonishing that random visual arrangements can be transposed to the musical stave to such good effect. It seems that birds and birdsong have been an inspiration for composers for a century or so, perhaps longer? I know of Respighi’s Gli uccelli and Messiaen’s Le Merle Noir (amongst several others of his). Still, this is rather different of course – a transposition of visual space into an auditory one, if I can put it like that. Most imaginative.
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“transposition of visual space into an auditory one,” – yes indeed. As soon as I saw this video I was enthralled by the idea. I wish in all honesty that many of these pieces of music had been taken from many a set of birds on wires, but this is certainly a start. smiles
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Delightful… What is amazing to me is not just the notion that the geometry of the natural world translates to pleasing harmonies, since at some level we find music and geometry at the heart of so many self-resonant patterns of matter and space. But there were five wires there, and so the arrangement of wires displayed a correspondence to a human convention– the written symbology we deploy when we want to store our sounds on paper for retrieval later… The same scene could have met something entirely different to someone else… and nothing at all to one without the background and training to translate it…
Michael
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Music and maths, spiraling around us, I suspect the birds know more than we think they do Michael. It truly is amazing, perhaps they really were trying to tell us something with those five lines. I’m thinking of ‘Close Encounters of the Third Kind’ now, (makes her mashed potato tea into a giant Cloud shape with a fork), but who knows what common languages there may be between us and the animals, possibly even the elements, of which we know nothing of…yet. smiles. Thank you for your words Michael.
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Wow! Truly amazing. The birds weren’t crows, by chance, but they could have been, you know.
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I love crows, ravens too. It is a superb idea, like finding a hidden message from the birds themselves beams. Thank you for popping back Peter.
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A hidden message, is it? An encoded code, perhaps, of a Hitchcock nature? Or Zoo. Or a call for peace, even. But who then left to read, between the lines?
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Exactly! We just have to learn how to decrypt the cipher. I’m thinking another eight hundred years, give or take a month. – nods
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