Category Archives: Female Composer Angie Mack Reilly

Angela’s Jig Written by Monica Radzin and Interpreted, Played by Angie Mack Reilly on Piano

 

How I Would Live/ an excerpt /by Angie Mack Reilly 2019

An /excerpt/ of a poem…….

by Angie Mack Reilly 2019

If I were to choose my own life to live,
I would slow down.
Travel.
Write.
Compose.
Read.
Observe.
Record.
Make things.
Sell things.
Things with meaning
like necklaces and such.
I wouldn’t have a strict schedule.
I would move about freely
at the speed that I like
which is slow.
I am an artist.
A multi-disciplinary artist.
I communicate best through the arts
and use a variety of means
to communicate.
It requires much solitude to formulate ideas.
Much research and thinking is involved.
I have not been able to use my own artistic skills
to their fullest capacity
because of being occupied with surviving.
Financially. Medically. Emotionally. Physically.
So I would like to give myself space,
for the first time in life,
to produce my own creative work.
I am thinking that I would like for it to be a musical.
Or a book.
Or to record people and events on the road…….

To Be Continuted……

Poem: Voices

Voices” by Angela K. Mack © 1/6/09

I listen to VOICES for a living….

mainly, voices of inexperience

wanting to be heard yet lacking the depth

THAT COMES WITH LIVING.

I listen to VOICES for a living…..

needs that want to be met

that chase me down and sap me

IF I AM NOT TOO CAREFUL.

I listen to VOICES for a living…..

the arguing voice, the whining voice,

the voice of reason and seduction

AND I AM OVERWHELMED.

But occasionally, very rare, I get to SPEAK.

My passions and my soul are GIVEN CONSIDERATION.

My words are dissected and analyzed by CURIOUS MINDS.

And once a year, I get to sing and be heard.

I get to write and be understood.

It is a great thing when one is listened to.

It is a great thing when expression is found by acceptance.

It is a great thing when the suppressed emotions are released in resounding strengths.

This is why I listen to VOICES for a living.

Do unto others as you want them to do for you……..”

One of Angie’s “Homes”

Angie Mack Reilly rehearsal space

St. Paul’s University Catholic Center, Madison WI

Photo by Zane Williams

I played piano here often.

In fact, this was one of my first “adopted” rehearsal spaces.

After hours.

The church was always open.  24 hours.  I liked that.  So I lived here a lot.  It was my sanctuary.  A place where I asked questions, cried, sang and waited.  No.  I wasn’t a member.  I kept a low profile.  It was on the UW-Madison block.  So they were accustomed to people my age hanging out from time to time.

The open room and 100% stone interior provided an amazing natural reverb for both my vocals and piano.  The room was always lit just like this.  I liked that.  It made me feel less embarrassed about praying.  And it felt cool.  Like a cave.  Safe.

I played this exact piano.  Not sure what ever happened to it……..that piano was one of my friends.  The way that the sound bounced around when I played and sang.  I can hear it in my mind now.  I learned a lot about the science of acoustics in this room.

I remember working on one of my first songs, “He’s Like the Wind” on that piano.  Let me tell you.  It sounded way better in that stone room.  Memories.