Thringe's Clock
© Dana W. Paxson 2007
This is the most famous of all of Thringe‘s songs, her ultimate cry of defiance and loss at the forces that shaped andro life into its brief, intense form. The melodies changed almost nightly in performance, but the lyrics became stamped in the minds of all who heard them, and rarely changed at all, unless Thringe (as she liked to do) threw in some topical material from time to time. The word ‘love’ does not appear in this song. Neither does the word ‘hate’. The song’s usual pace was one overvoice word every two seconds, and one undervoice line in the same interval. Imagine a bass pulse on each overvoice word; then lay in six melody beats on each undervoice line (five, plus one between lines), played in permutation style, so that a note sequence AAAAC for one line might be followed by AAABC, and so forth. Overvoice:
Undervoice: (Clock is turning on The undervoice is repeated throughout, woven into the overvoice in different ways. Here is an example:
This shows an example of Thringe‘s favorite counterpointing tricks, putting eight lines against six words, one word per line, so that the twenty-four words of each four-line stanza resynchronize with the start of the eight lines again. In her concerts, she sometimes used inter-stanza breaks to throw the two voices off-sync, so that a much larger cycle of repetitions was needed to bring them back together again for a matched cycle. Her imitators usually steered clear of these complexities, so that each inter-line break in Clock would get the last two lines of the eight-line counterpoint, letting the whole thing restart after each four-line verse. Thringe (and Lejina-Thringe after her) loved to take the tempo of this song from the slowest pulse of the sandrukha up to a shattergun near-anjive screech, with the percussionists slamming the verse-words while the singers all took the undervoice line at top speed. The group had an eerie ability to switch abruptly from the top-volume ensemble sound into a single near-whispered vocal line with only a thrumming panpan behind her, and then back again, without losing a beat, scrambling a word, or missing a line. In the small clubs Thringe counterpointed herself in song, using her andro voice extensions to sing four lines at once in round, a rare treat, while the andros in the audience shouted the verse words back at her. This practice often got her in trouble with the CIB, since she usually forgot to cover her tracks by keeping a voice synthesizer handy. |
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