A Sound Track for the Grand Canyon

As I hike and paint at Grand Canyon, I often have tunes in my head.  I don’t mind having tunes in my head because, though they may range from Mozart to Lady Gaga, they have some way of connecting with what I am seeing and painting out there.

At the same time, I sometimes think, I haven’t yet heard the real music of Grand Canyon.  That is, if God were to send down THE exact right music for this place, what would it be?  There is good music explicitly meant to depict the canyon—the signature, of course, would have to be (duh!) The Grand Canyon Suite.  I like this music well enough—it’s competently crafted by an accomplished American composer, Ferde Grofé—but somehow it doesn’t connect with me emotionally.  (I am afraid that’s because of the long association of the movement called On the Trail with cigarette advertising.  Yes, I know. My age is showing).

That changed for me last fall.  God sent the music.

The National Park Service offers all kinds of educational and cultural programs for park visitors, and they are nearly all free of charge.  I was lucky enough this time to have come to GC on the day the annual Grand Canyon Music Festival would be presenting its final concert.  I had barely enough time to set up my tent before I had to get over to the Shrine of the Ages (multi-use facility for lectures, concerts, films, and other events) to catch the concert.

It was a lovely concert featuring some wonderful music and artists, among whom was a beautiful young French horn player named Johanna Lundy (http://www.tucsonhorn.com/), whom I would love to introduce to my 12-year-old granddaughter who is a budding horn player.  All nice and lovely to hear.

But the last presentation in the concert knocked me totally for a loop!  It was strange, weird, bizarre, and a thing of sublime beauty.  It captured for, like nothing else had till then, the ineffable soaring spirit of Grand Canyon.  It was a movement of a concerto for, of all things, the HARMONICA!  (Classical music for the harmonica? Who knew!)  It was written by Russian composer Alexander Tcherepnin.

I don’t know whether he ever visited Grand Canyon, but do, please, listen to it.  Maybe you’ll hear Grand Canyon in it, like I did.  And while you do, if you like, look at some of the paintings I made while I was there. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6cAIu8VE3V8

Dawn, North Rim, Grand Canyon

Monsoon Season, Grand Canyon

Evening, Bright Angel Fault 1

Evening, Bright Angel Fault 2

Grand Canyon Wakes Up

Angel's Window

Mule Barn at Grand Canyon

Clouds In The Canyon

Late Light At Grand Canyon

Mother's Day, North Rim, Grand Canyon

Dawn, North Rim, Grand Canyon

 

 

Monsoon Season, Grand Canyon

Evening, Bright Angel Fault 1

Evening, Bright Angel Fault 2

Grand Canyon Wakes Up

Angel's Window

Mule Barn at Grand Canyon

Clouds In The Canyon

Watercolor, 8" x 6", private collection, archival prints available

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Late Light At Grand Canyon

Mother's Day, North Rim, Grand Canyon

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The North Rim of Grand Canyon is a different place altogether from the South Rim. The South teems with a vast world of people—literally so—the variety languages you hear is flat-out crazy! And it's marvelous that Grand Canyon is loved by people from every corner of the world. But here on the North side is a world of quiet and peace where wildlife are not shy. There is a herd of bison who are often seen in the meadows. They are always a big thrill for visitors—too big, sometimes—I see people doing dumb stuff, like try to walk up to a placid-looking beast and pet it! Not a good idea, especially in a scene like this. Looks charming and peaceful, these buffalo mamas and calves ambling along in the sun. But you better keep your distance—these moms are up there with Mama Bear when it comes to protecting their young!