My daughter's growing up, but I am not

This is the foreword to my new "Alicia's 3rd Piano Book", due to be published the end of this month January. The book contains more than 30 short pieces of mine of diverse technical difficulties. ============================================================================================================================================== Apparently my daughter Alicia Pirena isn't the only inspirer of my works in this book. In fact, she has now stopped playing the piano, and happily pursuing her other interests. Many pieces in this book serve as sketches of larger works I wrote during this period, mostly for the film "Hari Ini Pasti Menang" (Today We Shall Win) and "Air Mata Terakhir Bunda" (Mother's Last Drop of Tears), both of very different stories and atmospheres. There are also pieces written as a gift to my dear friends, such as the birthday present to Edith Widayani the brilliant young pianist, the wedding gift to my childhood friend who is now a prominent writer Laksmi Pamuntjak, a commemoration to the Lifetime Achievement Award given by the Indonesian Classical Music Foundation to the 84-year-young piano pedagogue Mrs. Latifah Kodijat etc. All of them are inspired by the dedicatees, sometimes with a starting point as simple as using their name / initials as the motif. .......................................................................................................................................... One curious thing is my obsession, until now at my age, with the so-called "music box" effect. I did make my mom crazy with me repeatingly winding up the many music boxes that we had back when I was small. My favorite one was my mom's jewelry box that sounded the love theme from the film "Godfather" (which became my favorite film of my life later!) every time one opened it. My favorite activity was waking up at 5 a.m. on an alarm clock which sounded like a music box and listening to it for half an hour, half asleep winding it up numerous times, until I had to get out of bed at 5.30. Being half asleep brought that sound into territories in my brain that usually aren't readily open if I am awake. The sonic memories remain there until now, more than the other music that I have heard when I was small. And that, I think, explains the many music-box-effect in my music. Just in my pieces for this book, I could mention its existence in pieces such as We were once children, too, Mother's Love, He's Gone, ... and in Falling in Love (Alicia's 1st piano book) the whole second half of the piece is in fact imitating a music box, with its ending in need to be wound up! .............................................................................................................................................. If Alicia's 1st and 2nd Piano Book contain music only for the piano, I add a new element of joy in this book: playing with another instrument. Therefore there are pieces for piano together with a flute, an oboe (Echo's Whisper, a 4-minute piece that forms a diptych with my older piece for flute and piano based on the related mythological character, Narcissus Dying although each of them could be played separately), a double-bass (yes! It IS possible to make beautiful music with this instrument!), 3 pieces with violin and 1 piece for a trio of english horn, violin and piano (the latter 4 pieces are used in the film "Air Mata Terakhir Bunda") ............................................................................................................................................. I am grateful to the piano teachers at Marcia Music School, Surabaya, and their team leader Patrisna May Widuri for going through the pieces, determining and grading their difficulties.

My 3rd day in home detention

So this is how it feels, staying completely at home, mostly lying down for 3 days. I even haven't gone out to my garden (these 2 last days were raining anyway). Honestly I feel rather .. ehm .. gloomy for not being able to do many things I want due to my broken left foot, but looking back to these 3 days I do feel that I have done many things which, in normal circumstances, I would be too indifferent to do.

I revised my emails & facebook messages of the last few months, answered many of them (I admit I am not a good responder of emails, sorry for many of the unanswered ones in the past!), and thrown away lots of rubbish in my inbox as well as archives in my laptop. Anyway, thank you SO much for those many nice messages of best wishes from you all, friends. It means a lot to me that you are there for me not only in health but also in sickness. I also listened to lots of music yet unknown to me; I found great music of Erich Wolfgang Korngold, Gustav Holst (both have been my favorites anyway) and even discovering the music of Victor Ullmann who died young in the Nazi concentration camp. But the one thing I am most grateful for is the Google Art Project; thanks to this accident I have the luxury of hours & hours of visiting so many galleries in my bed without having any guilty feeling! Isn't it ironic now that I can't walk, I can explore more museums than ever? There are just so much great music created on this planet that I haven't got to know, even only through listening once, and so many paintings I haven't seen even only through their photos on Google Art Project.

Nevertheless, the most important thing is that I looked through many of my old musical works, most of them small pieces, and finished and revised some of them. And this morning I talked with Chendra my manager to publish the 3rd volume of my vocal works. Without this accident, this wouldn't happen soon, since many (at least 7) of those songs were abandoned & unfinished. I also find some short chamber works, such as a string trio, a trio for flute, viola & harp which I originally wanted to write for a friend who had a trio and performed Debussy's Trio and others with this formation. I was stuck that time and decided to abandon it.
This was also triggered by the intention of Patrisna Widuri, the initiator and founder of the National Voice Competition "Tembang Puitik Ananda Sukarlan" who wants to organize the competition's second edition next year. After compiling all my vocal works, I found 33 of them ready to be published. These include 4 songs on poems of Hasan Aspahani, 7 on Nanang Suryadi, 2 more of Sitor Situmorang and individual songs on those of Sapardi Djoko Damono, Sitok Srengenge, Abang Edwin, Sirikit Syah and the English ones by Browning, Whitman, Longfellow and even a Spanish one: retweeting @jlmejia , on short poems (and tweets) by Peruvian poet Jose Luis Mejia, etc. No duets will be in this book, and it will also highlight my preference to lower voices: baritone, bass and alto.

I have sent the file of those 33 songs to Chendra, and since he is a very fast-worker, I am sure that he will process its publishing soon, so I guess "Ananda Sukarlan's Vocal Works, Volume 3" will be released sometime in about 1 month time.

Loads of rubbish

Back home in Spain, my urgent task is to go through all my works : manuscripts, Sibelius files, notebooks etc. There will be a couple of projects for this season that involves my works, two of them in Jakarta (as a composer-in-residence at Universitas Pelita Harapan, invited by my friend, its former dean of the music faculty Johannes S. Nugroho) and in Surabaya (a project still in-progress under the initiative of another friend, the hyperactive Patrisna Widuri).

Talking about hyperactivity, I haven't realized that I am one too, until now. Apparently I have written hundreds of works. My manuscripts are dated back to the 1990s, and most of my works of this period have ended in the trash bin. But going through my works is like looking back through my life. Of course, there are important pieces in my life which were written in a significant period, such as being lonely in my travellings, doubts about love, misrelationships or in a state of broken heart ... or unrequited love. In fact, I could say that ALL my works are products of unrequited love, since I am in love with practically 90% of the people I met during these years. If those were not unrequited, I would have ended up in jail by now, so thank God my heart broke all the time!

My productivity has toned down (hopefully only in quantity, not quality) for the last 3 or 4 years, since now I write directly in my laptop or computer with the Sibelius program. Before that, I used to carry music paper with me everywhere ... including to the toilet. I do carry my laptop around, but laptops take a while to turn on and at last having the access to the Sibelius program. In those minutes usually something else has come up. But I don't regret it, since many ideas and sounds in my head nowadays turned out to be a "recycle" of what I have written before. Only very few times that I got something completely new, and those periods are when I felt that my language is changing. And that's when it's both exciting and annoying at the same time. Exciting because I am like a little boy having a new game, and annoying because it's something completely new that I still couldn't figure out how it worked.

Anyway, I had a most productive flight yesterday, from Jakarta back to Spain. After dinner off Singapore, I read poems by my new favorite poet, Sitor Situmorang, and without me knowing, a poem of his "Malam Kebumen" transformed into music for a tenor voice. I dunno if the voice of my tenor friend Dani Dumadi (with whom I performed in Bali a few days earlier) has something to do with it, but I dedicated the song to him anyway, as a remembrance of our concert at the fantastic Hotel Tugu at Canggu Beach, Bali. And after breakfast 2 hours before arriving Frankfurt, I sketched another poem of his, I think this time will be for another tenor friend Ivan Yohan who I was with at the airport in Jakarta before we separated : he to Amsterdam, and me to Frankfurt. But I didn't have time to finish it yet, since the plane table has to be folded and locked ... and I had to turn off my laptop.

And in the business lounge at Frankfurt airport instead of finishing Ivan's song I had another idea of a tiny piano piece for Alicia who I would meet happily a few hours later. It was finished while I ate my cornflakes and before taking a shower to prepare myself to board.
"Welcome to Bilbao. Thank you for choosing Lufthansa as your flight company". And thanks for the musical & inspirational flight, Lufty!