For the poetically disinclined, consonance is the repetition of consonant sounds while assonance is NOT when you make silly comments that make you sound like an as.... but the repetition of vowel sounds. I am thinking of all this tonight because the Friday fm radio show is about travel, and features tunes NEW to me.
The piece I am listening to now is sung by Thomas Allen, whose very rich, pleasant baritone, is singing quotable Robert Louis Stevenson's poems set by Rafe Von Williams. I must have heard this music sometime in the past, as I can hum along with the tune, although all the pieces on tonight are new to the "record library" at WOI-fm according to Jake Graves, the DJ... and I bet NONE are records any more, either. The poor night control board person who was the sole man-er of the deserted fm building tonight was very polite, had listened to it all, but did NOT have a list of what we'd heard... but the second line of the poem about the vagabond had the CONSONANCE "life I lead" and I think the first had "the road before me", ASSONANCE.
I can remember my eighth grade teacher telling us about consonance using the line from the poem by John Masefield, I believe with the lovely line "...the gull's way and the whale's way/ where the wind like a whetted knife..."
(With a little help from Google, I've cleaned out a few of the cobwebs stored so carefully in my attic...--a bit of original consonance and assonance.)
Well, I had the poet right, but botched the lines a bit...
John Masefield (1878-1967)
(Wow! I thought he was definitely one of those "dead white guys", but he was still alive when I was memorizing that poem!)
I "woke up" to the sounds of Edward Knight's piece "Lost Luggage", done by a marimba player (whose name I missed, but sure deserves mention, as I didn't even know I'd ever hear a marimba piece I'd LIKE... sort of ranks right up there with discovering that, yes, you REALLY DO like the Scottish Highlander's rendition of "Amazing Grace" on their BAGPIPES, buying the cassette, and discovering that not only that, but you liked all the other pieces, as well...) Whoever he was, he tapped out a lively tune that turned out to be rather whimsically called "Lost Luggage", described surprisingly accurately as "a piece of program music consisting of a stately waltz depicting the baggage carousel's round and round motion, but the traveler's luggage is NOT on it. Eventually, his name is called on the PA, but he discovers that it is not HIS luggage that has been found, but merely one that resembles his. Meanwhile, his starts off cheerfully on another journey through the Moroccan streets.
Yes, it REALLY does sound JUST like that, sort of the same way you can hear Frede Groffe's Grand Canyon Suite Nobody has to tell you when the storm comes up, or the donkey greets dawn and clip=clops down the trail... Both works make laughter bubble up.