“Hong Kong Harry”
(Composed by Reynold D. Philipsek, 1994 copyright)
I originally wrote this piece for “Global Home Movie,” which was inspired by my 1994 trip around the world. On that trip, I visited Japan and China first, then Hong Kong.
I wrote tunes for nearly every leg of the trip (China, Hong Kong, Bangkok, Athens, Rome, Switzerland, Paris, Amsterdam, Bonn, and London.)
For some reason, Hong Kong put me in mind of a film noir scene or Raymond Chandler story replete with hard-boiled detective voice-over narrative
I started to parody the type of repartee these film noir sleuths spoke and tried to back it with appropriately orchestrated and typical American film music of the period and genre.
It was great fun
I lean hard in the humorist style of my favorite writer S.
About 1977 I attended some composition and theory classes through St. John’s University. The emphasis was on early 20th century composers.
Stravinsky, Webern, Schoenberg, Berg, Prokofiev, Bartok, and Debussy were the main focus. But Maurice Ravel became my favorite and remains so until this day.
At the time, a friend of mine who was majoring in piano performance (and with whom I played in a small jazz combo), was studying “La Valse,” by Ravel, as his performance piece. This is was my entry point into the beautiful sound garden of Maurice Ravel.
I can’t think of a single piece composed
In fact, Ravel’s music is very much like nourishing comfort food to me. I don’t always immerse myself in it, but I return to it, especially in times when I need reminding how beautiful and meaningful music is. This music is so special to me that I ration it.
Ravel combines bittersweet elements that are at once childlike and incredibly mature and poignant at the same time.
I became such a Ravel enthusiast that I collected every book in English written about him or his music. I consequently have 23 different books about Ravel in my personal library.
When I read that on his only tour of America in 1928, he played in Minneapolis, I went to the Minnesota History Museum library and photocopied all the local newspaper accounts of his visit to Minnesota from microfiche.
On trips to Paris, I would make pilgrimages to his unique little house (now a museum) outside of Paris in Montfort l’Amaury. The house is a menagerie of small objet d’art, rare books, and
On these visits, I got to know the curator and she became very interested in the newspaper accounts I had collected from the 1928 Minneapolis visit Ravel made on his tour. I sent them to her and they are now in their archives.
I have developed email relationships with two of his biographers.
In other words, in my own small way, I have become a sort of amateur Ravel expert.
Recently, I have been listening to the great BBC radio series on Ravel. In that series, which can be easily accessed online, almost every aspect of his curious life (he was fastidious as a composer and in his dress and grooming) and his charming music is discussed. In short, Ravel is a hero for me and I don’t have many heroes. For