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Doctor James Paton Walsh

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About Doctor James Paton Walsh

Dr. James Paton Walsh holds a doctorate of musical arts from Columbia University.  He has taught at Columbia University, the University of North Texas, and the University of New Orleans.  He currently teaches music composition, theory and World music at Loyola University New Orleans.  

 

He is a former vice president of the Guild of Composers.  His music has been performed by diverse ensembles including the New Calliope Singers, the Guild of Composers, the National Orchestral Association, the Naked Orchestra, the New Orleans New Music Ensemble, and the Loyola Wind Ensemble. He has scored informative documentaries for major corporations including Pfizer and Panasonic. In addition he wrote and performed music for films made by Climate Advocates Voces Unidas on environmental issues in Central America. 

 

He was the founder and conductor of the New Orleans New Music Ensemble (NONME), and is the conductor of the Naked Orchestra — an avant-garde, third stream big band.  He was the bassist and music director of Michael Ray and the Cosmic Krewe.

 

He has done arrangements for many projects, including Marianne Faithfull’s CD Horses and High Heels and Michael Cerveris’ Piety.  Recently he served as a music consultant, bassist, and guitarist for the HBO series Treme, in which he also portrayed himself as a recurring character.

 

He spoke at the Delphi Computer Music Conference in 1992, the Music Theory Society of New York State’s conference in 2004, and at the 1st International Colloquium on Musical Universals at Aix en Provence in 2010.  

 

Together with his wife, Janna Saslaw, he has written several articles, including “Musical Invariance as a Cognitive Structure: 'Multiple Meaning' in the Early Nineteenth Century” (in Music Theory in the Age of Romanticism, Oxford University Press), and “From Resonance to Repetition: Music, Physics, and the Mind” (in Handbook of Sound & Imagination, Cambridge University Press).

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Tossing Waves

 

storm worn but still afloat

a precious balance 

separates sky and depth

 

tossing waves

caress us

and we dream

 

of a ship we steer

free and clear

a fate unfettered

by necessity

 

but we can no more will the future

than seaweed alter currents

 

falter, father,

fail, or triumph

 

Only motion remains 

A Christmas Poem

 

We fight a war of attrition.

A constant vigil.

Complexity beyond our comprehension;

As cells die, eat, multiply, and divide.

A system at odds with the universe.

Life cannot abide entropy,

And we cannot abide the inevitable.

 

We foresee the final cadence.

Telegraphed by a million lives before us...

we end, but know not why or when,

 

Or where.

 

We assume we are contained

Conveniently stopping at the edges...

Where skin and atmosphere romance 

 

Yet we see... light intertwines into vision and thought

And we feel...canyon, heartbreak,

twilight and rage, 

stars and glory

And we extend...a narration of rivers that moved like snakes,

and oceans that know no fear

 

So come winter. I will tend the fire til eyes darken and lose the thread.

I fear you not because beautiful children 

Will learn to sing 

And no eternities can lessen

Their joy

Hitler's Bullet

 

resonant images
seduction of sensibilities
where sense and reason rebel
and fiction fantasizes 

significant and suffering
saturated but dissatisfied
heroic at last in thought alone
yet alone with thoughts uneasy
for internal truths gnaw eternally
at conscience and the edge of our
consciousness 

“Let them die heroic for Germany”
a bully pulpit for the Fuhrer
then bullet and ampule of poison
silenced this bullshit finally

slow the silent chemistry
sows again the fantasy
of male virtue injured
and malleable society
takes up the drum of victory

gore and glory pour forth again
those resonant images
that lure young men
into psychopathic purpose

willing we attend the spectacle
and willing we are victimized
the flags of fiction unfurl
and the trumpets call to arms

so conveniently we forget
the only truth that Hitler told
was in the single bullet he fired
that found its flesh and finally freed
him from his tortured fantasy

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