TO ME, CALGARY IS A PLACE WITH LIMITLESS POSSIBILITIES. A PLACE TO DREAM, TO RENEW…TO HOPE. A PLACE WHERE I HOPE TO RETURN, TO LIVE OUT THE REST OF MY DAYS…

Bay Farm: Preserved Pasture at The Harbour (Recapitulation)in F minor

ALBERTI ROMANI · 3 min read · Jul 4, 2024

The original name of the City of Calgary, in Gaelic, was Cala-ghearridh [sic], with the first part *Cala*, meaning “harbour” or “bay”, and the second part, *ghearridh*, meaning “preserved piece of pasture”, “enclosed pasture”, or “farm”.

Dear Calgary,

I sit at the piano, fingers brushing the keys, while the bass hums in resonance. Together me & you, we tell a story — a love letter from me to you, my city of contrasts and dreams. “Bay Farm: Preserved Pasture at The Harbour (Recapitulation) in F minor” is more than music; it’s our heartbeats echoing through your streets.

Calgary, May our music linger in your alleys, whispering tales of love, loss, and resilience

The Title and Its Whispers

“Bay Farm” — a name that carries the scent of saltwater and the promise of hidden havens. And “Preserved Pasture at The Harbour” — a secret whispered by Gaelic winds. Calgary, once “Cala-ghearridh,” you harbor both skyscrapers and prairie horizons. In this composition, our notes trace your contours — the way your glass towers kiss the sky, while beneath them, memories of cowboy boots echo.

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Chromatic Passages: Our Urban Tango

The piano’s chromatic passages lead our dance. They’re our secret steps — the unexpected turns down Stephen Avenue, the aroma of coffee mingling with Chinook winds. Calgary, you’re a tango partner — sometimes gentle, sometimes fierce. We sway together, and the city reveals its hidden alleys, its laughter lines etched in brick.

Arpeggios: The Bow River’s Song

Bass arpeggios flow like the Bow River — the pulse of your veins. They mirror seasons — the icy grip of winter yielding to spring’s warmth. As we play, I imagine your riverbanks — the joggers, the lovers, the whispers carried downstream. Each arpeggio is a ripple, a memory, a promise.

Pentatonic Scale: Our Shared Melody

Five notes — the pentatonic scale — a language older than time. It’s our shared melody, Calgary. In those notes, I hear your stories — the immigrant’s hope, the artist’s longing, the child’s laughter. We’re all part of this composition, harmonizing across neighborhoods and generations.

Harmonic Shifts: Your Skyline and Prairie

Our chords shift seamlessly — major to minor, glass to grass. Calgary, you’re a canvas where contrasts collide. The modern against the ancient, the tech hub against the cowboy spirit. We play these shifts — the tension between what was and what could be.

Syncopation: City Lights and Heartbeats

Syncopation dances like city lights at night. Stampede parades, jazz clubs — the rhythm of hooves and bass syncopated. I close my eyes, and you’re there — the flicker of neon signs, the laughter spilling onto sidewalks.

Narrative Threads: Our Story Unfolds

Each phrase tells our story. The lone saxophonist by the river, serenading the moon. The distant silhouette of the Calgary Tower against a changing sky. Our composition is our novel — a chapter of dawn promises, memories etched in stone, and dreams that echo beyond the notes.

A Melody for Homecoming

Calgary, as we play, I hope our music becomes your companion. May it linger in your alleys, whispering tales of love, loss, and resilience. And when I return, may your streets recognize me — the wandering musician who left a piece of his heart in your melodies.

Yours in music and memory,

Alberti Romani