Talk amongst yourselves… while we wait for the ‘Goldfish Variations’.

‘Goldfish Variations in C# Opus 1001’ is an oft-discussed work by the well-known mid-20th-century composer.
It begins vocally with an octave-doubled motif intended to evoke the recurrent technical horrors of a low-budget TV station.
After the initial exposition, violas and bassoons (baboons?) introduce the main theme, based on either an Abovdanese folk tune, or, as Scott Largo in his comprehensive ‘Vienna Musicology’ series argues persuasively, ‘more typical of the Belowdanese tradition, with which the composer was likely more familiar.’
Written in 1976, the piece mentions arcane TV-tech-fiasco tidbits and most notably, describes knowingly the ‘background-graphic: the classic photo of the Hindenburg air-ship disaster used by WITF-TV behind their ‘We are experiencing technical difficulties: Please stand by…’ slide-show
And as Duncan/ SWH kindly explained to me recently, the text might just as well have been, as per the post title (and his recent intriguing song by that name) ‘Talk amongst yourselves, meanwhile’.
Enjoy:


Lyrics:
Trouble in the studio
Nothing on the screen!
Somebody kill the anchor
Load the magazine

Follow the Director
He’s standing in the clear
‘It’s not in the connector’
This is coming from the engineer

We’re queing up the clip of the sinking ship:
The ‘Burning of The Hindenburg’
Then we’re gonna cut to the stationary camera on the Goldfish Bowl.. again!

We’re just waiting for the goldfish music
waiting for the goldfish music
Run and tell the master
We’re coming up on camera three
We got to sync the raster
Take the ‘super’ off the chroma-key
We’re queing up the clip of the sinking ship:
The ‘Burning of The Hindenburg’

Then we’re gonna cut to the stationary camera on the goldfish bowl.. again!

We’re just waiting for the goldfish music
waiting for the goldfish music -repeat-

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5 thoughts on “Talk amongst yourselves… while we wait for the ‘Goldfish Variations’.

  1. promisesunshine

    I think it’s important you know that I Googled “abovdanese”. This is why it is important to read aloud in one’s head.
    Happy to see a post. Been doing quite a lot of “talking amongst myself” lately.

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    1. solberg73 Post author

      Ha. That one’s such an old joke. But mebbe just for me.
      I just checked my habits: yes, I ‘read aloud’ silently, on anything of import.
      Except for ‘speed-reading’ a long piece: where the downside is getting out of breath…
      But hey, it’s an old Belodaneese tradition; hard to change an old dog.

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  2. somewittyhandle

    I would certainly put this in the wildfire rather than campfire bracket. The sophisticated harmonies -close 13ths moving non-parallel to different inversions, tenor above melody – could not reasonably be expected of the campers (although my daughter and friends have caused me to reappraise those expectations around campfires in recent years).

    The exquisitely unresolved question in this song is: what is the real life disaster behind the ‘nothing to see here, folks’. It works beautifully as a kind of wild card for the listener: ‘Insert your own relationship crisis here’.

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    1. solberg73 Post author

      Yes, I can dream-on that once ‘waiting for the gold-fish music’ becomes a knowing cultural reference catch-phrase, it’ll be used in all manner of situations.
      And wondering how Amber’s doing in establishing similar ‘in-the-know’ tokens; the coinage of the modern realm.
      (BTW, you’ll perhaps never know how much it maketh my day to hear your thoughtful critique. Here, on Independence Day, puzzling over why the 4 ‘Sea-Stallion’ choppers flyover formation decided to hug the shore-line rather than pass directly overhead at 500 feet as customary; I need any consolation, and thanks.)
      Back at the station, we ‘went to black’ frequently enough to justify my primitive efforts to create a ‘professional-looking’ apologies still. And the fish-bowl stationary shot was never really accepted, other than a cynical statement… and theme for a tune.
      Oh, and in those days, before remotes, the viewers probably just suffered in silence, or in the loo, till we tightened the connectors.
      Thanks again, buddy

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