Here’s a letter from 12 December 1987 (has it really been 30 years?!) that I found in my files, in which Patrick proposes software that recognizes a tune and tells you the name and title. Today there’s a program called Shazam that does exactly that, albeit with a better interface than Patrick proposed. Continue reading “Patrick’s Music Recognition Software Idea from 1987”
Here’s an article from El Dia de Baleares dates 19 September 1987 featuring a picture of Patrick and Stephanie. Here’s an English translation.
Translation of El grupo Eolo cierra … by Nicole
The ‘Concerts on the Grass’, organized by Patrick Meadows have lasted over a month.
Tonight, at 11:00 pm, the Chamber Orchestra Eolo will bring an end to the cycle of ‘Concerts on the Grass’ that have been performed since July 11 at Bendinat’s Golf Club. The orchestra, composed of nine instrumentalists –oboes, clarinets, bassoons, French horns and double bass–, will perform under the direction of Larry Ashmore.
At Bendinat Eolo will interpret Beethoven’s Rondino in E flat, Gounod’s Symphony in B minor, Haendel’s Water Music, and Mozart’s Turkish March. The orchestra performed in Palma on April 8th in the 2nd Week of Classical Music.
The ‘Concerts on the Grass’ have been organized by Patrick Meadows, from Alma Concerts, who is also in charge of coordinating the ‘Sunset Concerts’ at Son Marroig and the Deià Music Festival, sponsored by the Town Hall of Calvià.
(Note: article continues but there’s no further mention of Patrick and Stephanie, so that part has not been translated. Let us know if you’d like to read it in its entirety.)
Here’s a post card from 21 May 1987 that I sent to Gretchen, Patrick and Stephanie. At this point Gretchen (obviously) was living on Mallorca.
Beginning in the late 1970s I would sometimes record my dreams instead of writing them down.
Here’s one that starred Patrick and my mom. Unless there’s specific interest, I won’t bother posting the audio file. It’s from February 1985, six years after he and last saw one another and over a year before my first visit to Spain.
February 15, 1985, [my sister] Heather’s 18th birthday. I dreamed that somehow Patrick came to visit us. I was with my mom.
He was getting ready to travel on, so I said, “Hey, look, all we have to do is just gather up all this stuff and put it in boxes.” We went through and took all these things off the shelves in this big house. We stripped everything off the shelves and made the place look real neat and tidy.
My mom came home and said, “Neat, we’re all set to go somewhere I guess.”
We had all this stuff and the house was nice and neat and so on. Still, Pat didn’t want to… he decided he didn’t want to come with us .
I said “Look, now that everything everything is the way you like it, why don’t you stay?”
He just stood outside and hitched a ride with a truck, a big semi.
Then after that, my mom, my sisters and I went out and found this house out in the country. I was riding my motorcycle, Avatar, and there was a dirty, muddy path. I wasn’t sure I wanted to take the bike out there. I was a little bit nervous about dumping it. I remember I had some problems getting the bike up to the parking space.
A letter from Patrick in 1983 in which he shares jukebox memories triggered by Continue reading “You Could Snuggle Quite a Few Ponytailed Bunnies”
This is the announcement for the inaugural sunset concert series, performing as Tafelmusik at Son Marroig. Continue reading “New Series of Sunset Concerts at Son Marroig Announced”
Letter from Patrick to Fred on 7 Nov 1982, in which he talks about the work on the house that Stephanie and he bought, and poetry, and his book on Dr. Weightnovel (never completed, still being developed when he died 35 years later), and the acquisition of a hernia in July 1982.
The church bell speaks twice.
The cat seems to sense,
and the dog,
something in the wind.
Yes. A flash out to sea
clouds white as day.
The trees will whisper,
and the grass,
in the night while we sleep.
Dawn brings rain
clattering into our dreams,
but then, a song!
Nightingale, we both say
with the wind
in our mouths.
us back to sleep.
A two-page letter from me to Patrick written in June 1982 shortly after I moved to California. These are scanned so it might be easier to click on the images to get a larger view. Continue reading “How Goes the Fair Island and Life Upon It?”