Second City Sonata: Scordatura || Forward Dated 3 am || Summer and Ricardo
The night had dragged on. After he had settled into his home…his house, there was just something not right. Everyone was silent. Not telling him what was off with the world. Why everything felt…harsh. Like the once modest, soft edges were diamond sharp and brittle. Breaking off around him and fading away.
Promising to be careful he simply wondered out of the shop. Hands stuffed in his pocket and following the steady din of the city. He felt it was louder than he should remember it….but then his mind would wonder why he should have forgotten. What he had forgotten….
Another deep sigh and he kicked a stray can, flinching at the too bright sound. He watched the can flitter across a street and his gaze went up. Something in his mind telling him this was a familiar place. Slowly his feet moved on their own, heading on their own towards the door and up the flights. HE stopped in front of a door, staring at the number…without a thought, his hand raised and he knocked.
“…And once crucified, as it were, the instrument does shiver with strange new sonorities; indeed, the performer quickly discovers that the sounds coming out of his or her violin are not actually the ones written down in the score! These new resonances, floating free from their earthly frame, are a clear metaphor for the grace many Catholics once believed came only from the mortification of the flesh; yet oddly, when Biber is most obviously torturing his instrument…”
Pretty rad. D and G strings stay, low E raised a quarter-tone, A string raised ¾ tone, high E lowered a quarter-tone and B lowered a half-step. As the piece progresses there are parts where the strings get tuned up, except for the Bb, which remains throughout the 7 movements.