November 2, 200817 yr This was done for an English project It's suposed to be done for the novel Speak by Laurie Haulse (somthing like that I can't quite remember the last name) I can't help but feel it lacks completeness given the rush I had to finish it in. Any and all critiques are appreciated. By the by, since this is my first composition I am posting, I'd like to take this chance to meet you (pl). n.n Speakproject.MUS Speakproject.MID
November 7, 200817 yr The music seems to be a bit unfocused and scattered. You have a nice theme, a bit sad. I think simplicity works well for the tune. Let the saddness flow if saddness is what you would like to bring out Let the audience have the chance to feel it. Try not to jump into variations or increase the speed suddenly. I would imagine that it is written somewhat like a song (without words) will do wonders. This sequencing sounded like someone, using the remote controller, switching the TV to different channels. I can't view .MUS files but from the listening, it seems that some of the harmonisation sounded dubious.
November 7, 200817 yr I liked the main melody. As cup said, it conveys sadness. If sadness is your goal, bring it out to its full potential.
November 7, 200817 yr Author I half expected as much... I totally wrote 30 secconds and went "WOAH its 10 already and this is due tommorow" Thanks. I might come back to it (I'm not the most happy about it). I'll know where to start repairing the damage now. :) although the main goal wasn't exactly sadness... ok it was... after all meli is scarred and depressed or was. I got it off a two paragraphs (well two albeit on two seprate pages) Spoiler hilight to the * to view My tree needs somthing. I walk over to the desk and take a brown piece of paper and a finger chalk. Mr. Freeman talks about art galleries and I practice birds- little dashes of color on paper. It's awkward with the bandage on my hand, but I keep trying (bandage is from another attempt at rape before this part luckily a mirror beaks and she threatens to slit his throat)... It happened. there is no avoiding it, no forgetting. no running away, or flying, or burying, or hiding. Andy Evans raped me in August when I was too drunk and too youg to know what was happening. It wasn't my fault. He hurt me. It wasn't my fault.I'm not going to let it kill me. I can grow. *
