If we have to change the clocks, this is the time-change we all look forward to, as at least we “fall back” to standard time. It’s the spring that really gets you (and I don’t mean a clock spring).
As a gentle reminder to make the necessary adjustments before going to bed tonight, the focus of this week’s “Sweetness and Light” will be music about hours and minutes.
We’ll have “timely” works by Amilcare Ponchielli, Sir Granville Bantock, Albert Ketelbey, Frederic Chopin, Franz Joseph Haydn, and of course Leroy Anderson.
I hope you’ll join me, as it’s “About Time” on “Sweetness and Light,” this Saturday morning at 11:00 EDT/8:00 PDT, exclusively on KWAX, the radio of station of the University of Oregon!
After several nights of frost, I suppose it’s pointless to try to figure out how to reset my floral clock. I hope you have more success tonight, as we “fall back” to standard time.
Jean Françaix completed his “L’Horloge de flore” (“The Flower Clock”) in 1959, on a commission from principal oboist of the Philadelphia Orchestra, John de Lancie. The suite falls into seven movements, each of which corresponds with a flower whose blooms open at a certain time of day.
The first floral clock was formulated by Carl Linnaeus back in 1748. His idea was “old school” and therefore, depending on vagaries of weather, season, and latitude, subject to many idiosyncrasies. One should never coordinate one’s schedule around a floral clock.
The flowers in more recent clocks tend to be merely decorative, with large, mechanical hands making their way around a mostly floral face. Where’s the fun in that? I may as well just stick with my Kit-Cat clock.
To further add to your fount of useless knowledge, Jean Françaix’s surname is of Flemish origin. He always pronounced the “x.” English-speaking radio announcers, on the other hand, almost always pronounce it in the French manner, as “Fron-SAY.”
Over the years, I have used the “x” on most occasions. Unfortunately, then I wind up feeling sheepish about it and am compelled to explain, so that listeners don’t think I’m a total idiot. Just pedantic. I confess, there have been times when I haven’t felt like dealing with it and just said “Fron-SAY.” Lord knows, I’ve done more transparently idiotic things.
Interestingly, I just learned that Michael Jackson had a floral clock at his Neverland Ranch (presumably of the more modern variety). Even a broken clock is right twice a day. When you wake up tomorrow morning and it’s still the middle of the night, just remember: the time change brings with it an extra hour of autumn!
To coincide with Maurice Ravel’s birthday, a reminder to turn your clocks ahead tonight.
Spring forward, and lose an hour. Then brace yourself, as tomorrow, all across the country, bleary-eyed folks destroy things or injure themselves because of disrupted sleep cycles. The risk of stroke spikes the day after a time change, and productivity plummets on Monday due to worker fatigue.
But it’s all worth it, I suppose, so that we can have a little extra light at the end of the day, should someone decide they need a walk in the evening.
