Friday, March 13, 2009

Concertante: Another World Premiere in Harrisburg This Weekend

It’s the second world premiere by an internationally acclaimed composer to take place in Harrisburg PA in the past two weeks.

On February 28th, Market Square Concerts presented Maria Bachmann and Jon Klibonoff in the first performance of the new Violin Sonata by Philip Glass (you can read posts about it here, from the Market Square Concerts Blog).

Tomorrow at 8pm – and my apologies for the late notice – listeners in Central Pennsylvania will have the chance to be the first to hear a new work by Shulamit Ran (photo at right), an Israeli-born composer now living in New York and teaching in Chicago where she has been a composer-in-residence for the Chicago Symphony and the Chicago Lyric Opera. Her Symphony won her the Pulitzer Prize in 1991. She was the soloist in the premiere of her “Concert Piece for Piano & Orchestra” with Zubin Mehta and the Israel Philharmonic in 1971. Since then, she has received numerous commissions, premieres and performances across the United States and around the world.

Philip Glass, unfortunately, was busy performing concerts of his music in California when his Violin Sonata was being performed here for the first time.

But Shulamit Ran will be joining Concertante for all three of their performances this weekend – the world premiere in Harrisburg on Saturday, in Baltimore on Sunday and New York City’s Merkin Recital Hall on Monday. With any luck, she’ll be able to meet the audience at my pre-concert talk if her schedule is open (composers are often very busy with things like this, so I make no promises). Regardless, you'll be able to meet the composer after the performance.

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THIS JUST IN: Shulamit Ran will be my guest tonight at the Pre-Concert Talk at 7:15 before the world premiere of her Lyre of Orpheus. - (posted Saturday 4:45pm...)
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She is one of six composers commissioned by Concertante in their “1 + 5" Series, creating new repertoire for the sextet of string players with each member of the ensemble commissioning a composer to write a work that will feature them in relation to their colleagues.

I just spoke with Zvi Plesser (photo at left), the cellist who’ll be the featured artist in this new work Concertante is premiering tomorrow night at the Rose Lehrman Center of Harrisburg Area Community College. Oh, and wouldn’t you know, I forgot to ask him what the actual title is! The program (printed at the start of the season) refers to it only as “Commissioned Work” since it hadn’t been finished yet. Well, I’ll get back to you on that detail...

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Update: According to the listing in the Patriot-News on-line (if you've scrolled through to page 5 of the Events Listings to find it) it's called Lyre of Orpheus. I should also mention, the Patriot-News listing has it for 4pm but it's really 8:00. You might be early but at least you'll get a good seat...

In her program notes, which Zvi forwarded to me, Ms. Ran said she finished the work late in 2008 but the title, Lyre of Orpheus, actually came about after the fact, so the story of Orpheus and Eurydice, the ageless tale of love lost, love found and then lost again, was not actually in her mind when she composed the music. Still, she felt the title was appropriate to the cellist’s role of protagonist in the music’s dramatic give-and-take. She also mentions the sextet’s 2nd cellist tunes the lowest string down a minor third to obtain some additional lower notes than usual.

About writing the piece, the composer says,
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“This particular commission was made with the goal of giving center-stage to the ensemble’s first cello, a choice I was especially grateful for, not only because it features Zvi Plesser, the outstanding Israeli cellist, but also because it gave me an opportunity to highlight an instrument for which, from a very early stage in my life, I have felt a special affinity. The cello’s “soul”, so naturally combining passion and lyricism, has always touched me in a special way.”

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Zvi said the whole process of the group choosing their composers involved lots of discussion and listening to lots of CDs and performances. One of the deciding factors for him was hearing the Violin Concerto she had written which Ittai Shapira, one of his colleagues in Concertante, had premiered with the American Composers Orchestra at Carnegie Hall in 2003. He knew her work but didn’t know her, personally, but liked her musical style to take the plunge and choose her as his composer.

So what’s it like going from asking a composer to write something to performing it?

As Zvi explained it, you go from nothing – before the music even exists – to getting the manuscript in the mail and holding the score in your hands. He immediately started playing through his part to hear what it sounded like and fell in love with it.

After their own rehearsals, they worked with the composer for the first time last night in New York. He commented about how well she communicated what it was she wanted from them at certain points and that she had the piece very much in her mind (it may seem obvious, but composers can often be very vague about their own music after it’s finished, especially when it comes to smaller details). So it was a very exciting experience bringing it to THAT point – and now, to place it before a live audience and experience an actual performance of it.

Since there are many solutions to the idea of “1 + 5,” I asked Zvi if it was more of a “mini-concerto” in which he’d be the soloist while the others form the equivalent of the orchestra, or more like a piece of chamber music where all the players are integrated on a more equal level except, in this case, he’d be a little more equal than the others.

He described it as a combination of the two: at times, he’s part of the ensemble and at other times, his prominent role may verge on something like a concerto, complete with some solo cadenzas.

I’ve had the chance to hear about a dozen of Shulamit Ran’s pieces over the years, and those I have heard (or scores that I’ve looked at) show a style that combines what some might call “intellectual design” with an expressive sense that aims directly for the heart as well as the mind.

Zvi agreed, telling me it’s exciting to be able to express himself through this music he helped bring into being.

Also on the program are works by Mozart and Mendelssohn who, however, are unable to attend the concert. Mozart’s Symphonie Concertante for Violin and Viola may be well known but in the days when amateur musicians made their own music at home before there were stereos and TV-sets, it was arranged for various combinations, including this one for string sextet. Last month marked the start of the Mendelssohn Bicentennial Year and on this program you can hear his String Quintet in A Major, Op. 18, which he composed the year after the more famous (and more extroverted) Octet – that would make the composer 17 when he wrote it.

The concert is at 8:00 at the Rose Lehrman Arts Center of Harrisburg Area Community College. My pre-concert talk starts at 7:15 back in the “Black Box” (take the hall off the left from the front entrance).

– Dr. Dick

Wednesday, March 11, 2009

Hangin' with Elliott Carter: Interview at 'Studio 360'

A friend sent me this link for WNYC's Studio 360 that includes Kurt Anderson's recent interview with Elliott Carter who'd celebrated his 100th Birthday back in December. While I've heard and read a number of such interviews with the composer - "so, what's it like being 100?" and reminiscing about hearing The Rite of Spring when he was 15, &c &c - this one includes him talking about his work day, how he enjoys reading Shakespeare and listening to recordings of Mozart in the evening.




Here are a few comments I transcribed from the second half of the interview:

Kurt Anderson - In the last 50 or 60 years, since the war, do you have a sense of what was the single most surprising or adventurous turn you took in your music, that you did something risky...?

Elliott Carter - Well, I think everything is pretty risky... I wrote my 3rd String Quartet, it’s probably the most difficult to play - it carried out the ideas of many different layers of music going on simultaneously, different rhythms, different harmonies... it carried it to a great extreme. You like to go to the end of one idea and see where it lands. The Pacifica Quartet seems to get around, playing it a lot which surprises me a little bit.

KA - How does aging change your process as a composer?

EC - Well, I don’t think it’s changed... I compose just as I always have. As I said it’s always an adventure so I’m constantly trying to find new things I haven’t done... but I also am aware that I would like to have pieces finished... and so I’m a little impatient. Before I could have patience for a piece for a whole year but now it’s more like a week.

KA - And when you’re working, how many hours a day are you writing?

EC - I work 2 hours in the morning, about 2 or 3 in the afternoon... take a nap, go out for a walk... and read a book. And then at night after dinner, I can’t do anything, I’m too like a zombie... so I read Shakespeare, it keeps me awake.

KA - ...do you listen to CDs...?

EC - Oh yeah, but I stick to my Mozart operas - I love those and I play them over and over... The thing that interests me about Mozart is the thing I have tried so often to do in my life is to make music that is constantly changeable. Mozart must have gotten that largely from writing operas, having the people change their character, and I like that. I’ve tried to write music that is very flexible and goes from one thing to another rather quickly... which is rather contrary to what most people do now, who stick to one thing for a long time... in fact they don’t even have to write it out, they just write ditto signs.
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Carter has often described his music in terms of dramatic or theatrical encounters where individual instruments or layers of music have specific characteristics or personalities. It’s interesting to think of these pieces – something like the 3rd String Quartet – having some genesis in, say, the constantly changing “first finale” of Mozart’s Marriage of Figaro!

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There were also some photographs taken during the interview which you can see: one of Carter talking w/Kurt Anderson during the interview; a candid portrait of Carter; the clutter at Carter's piano which clearly indicates a composer busy on a new piece; and a sketch Carter was working on, showing rhythmic placement where notes will later go. Unfortunately, they didn't say what it was he's working on at the time.

Incidentally, the Pacifica Quartet’s second volume of Carter’s complete string quartets – including the 3rd – was recently released on the Naxos label. Their first volume which included the first and the latest (“last” sounds so final) won a Grammy last month. Now with any luck Carter will feel like writing a 6th String Quartet for them to fulfill the commission they offered him for it in 2003. He said at the rate he gets around to writing quartets, he might be ready for another one after he turns 100. Well?

One can only hope!

- Dr. Dick

Friday, March 06, 2009

Violin Sonata: Scherzo II - The Opening

Yesterday was a nice quiet day. In addition to recuperating from a day-long bus-trip to the Philadelphia Flower Show on Wednesday, it was also a chance to vedge-out after having finishing (finally) the last of the movements for the Sonata for Violin & Piano (a.k.a. Violin Sonata or originally “X-Number of Pieces for Violin & Piano” which started as 3 before ending up as 5). Officially, this occurred on Saturday afternoon – read the post about it, here – but most of the time on Sunday and Monday was spent blogging about the premiere of Philip Glass’s new Violin Sonata which was premiered here in Harrisburg Saturday night (and you can read those posts here and here).

Today, I got down to the task of copying out the opening of this second scherzo, first putting it into my “Finale Notebook” software (which I have because it is free and easy, if limited for what I really want to do). Unfortunately, the cats (who are not members of the official Union of Copy Cats) were trying too hard to help which made the process a little more harrowing to deal with, though I’m sure some listeners will be convinced they helped me write it in the first place.

Since 16th-note sextuplets are either impossible or imponderable in this software edition (no fault of its original intent, after all), I translated the opening (and closing) sections, marked Presto scorrevole (which, now that I see it in print, looks rather redundant), from 4/4 at 1/4 note = 90 into 12/8 with 1/8-notes and a whizz-bang metronome marking that should be dotted-1/4 = 180. I’m not sure which looks more like a nightmare...

This is really just a rough draft, having transcribed the original sketches where I use numerical notation (where 0=C, 1=C#, 2=D and so on) into something people can actually read and make some sense of. There are many details still to work out – like dynamics plus pedaling, disbursement of right and left hands, perhaps some register placement in the piano – and I forgot to mark the violin con sordino and the piano, u.c. throughout.

This brief movement – in all about 2'30" – is an odd interlude (a speed-bump, perhaps) between the lyrical mid-point Aria & Chaconne and the Nocturne finale. I’d considered calling it “Nightmare” to balance the “Nocturne.” Unlike the other movements, this one doesn’t stand too well by itself (brevity aside) but could work as a pair with the Nocturne (which could still be played on its own).








&c &c... The movement begins by just jumping right into the middle of things: the ending of the movement seems to be building to a climax when it just suddenly stops. There should be just a slight pause before continuing into the Nocturne, however.

You can see the ending of the movement here, in this earlier post. Like Benjamin Button, I was composing much of it backwards, the ending sketched during the week after New Year’s, just a couple of weeks after I started writing the movement (and beginning it at measure 8). The excerpt posted above is basically the equivalent of the opening 8 measures, the last part to be composed (and again, written in reverse).

The whole movement, as I explained in the earlier post, is really four different sections all blended together in larger or smaller chunks. For instance, there are only 4 sections of this scorrevole stuff amounting to just 19 measures (in the official 4/4, 1/4=90 format) or less than a minute of the entire length. There are five bits of a slow , icy, almost static section (built almost entirely on whole-tone scales) which begins abruptly at the end of this excerpt, four segments of a more rhythmic idea but only two of a shorter, more lyrical passage, none of which ever start at the beginning or end at the end: like the opening and closing of the movement, it’s just a kaleidoscopic series of fragments. They don’t occur in any particular order and you couldn’t play all the “icy” sections by themselves to find out where it begins or ends. Like listening to a radio with bad reception on a windy night, you probably missed those parts as the signal tunes in and out...

Now, to get down to copying the rest of it...

- Dr. Dick

Thursday, March 05, 2009

Frühlingsehnsucht

Spring is officially two-weeks-and-a-day away by the calendar, not that we haven’t had spring-like days on occasion since the Groundhog prognosticated or won’t have winter-like days on occasion in the month ahead as Old Man Winter, hanging on like on unwelcome visitor, occasionally procrastinates.

Yesterday, a moment to Think Spring, was one of those rites of the anticipated season – attending the Philadelphia Flower Show.

My friend N and I had planned for some time to take a bus trip courtesy of the Susquehanna Township Parks & Recreation Department. We’ve done this before since neither of us particularly enjoy the prospect of driving the Schuylkill Expressway, winding our way in and out of the city and then dealing with parking around the Convention Center.

What I hadn’t counted on was not being so fully recovered from last month’s surgery to repair a pesky pair of hernias: the biggest problem for me was having the incisions located across the belt-line where the body naturally “folds” when you sit in a normal chair. It makes sitting and bending a problem. Going to a couple of concerts in the past few weekends was painful more because of the chairs I had to sit in than anything else (Whitaker’s, in this sense, are far easier to deal with than those nightmares called seats at the Forum). Walking isn’t such a big deal except for the constant rubbing against fabric. Replacing a belt with suspenders helped eliminate one layer of stress. By the day of the trip, I felt things should go pretty well, but a week before was still a bit iffy.

My last apartment in Harrisburg had a landlord who weed-whacked the grass and anything I had planted in it because he couldn’t tell the difference between lilies-of-the-valley, clematis or sunflowers and any of the usual weeds that proliferated in this patch of dirt. After he sold the place, the new landlord reluctantly mowed the yard twice a year and so with everything else nearly up to my armpits there was no sense planting anything that couldn’t be seen even it had survived the mowing.

But at my house, now, most of what I tried planting turned into rabbit fodder or turned out to be something that, if it did survive the rabbits, really wasn’t going to grow in 99% shale.

So I tend to garden vicariously by visiting friends who have the patience and skill for gardening (regardless of the soil quality or the varmint population) and on occasion attending the Philadelphia Flower Show.

As for houseplants... living in a house with nine cats (five of them not yet two years old), even putting out silk flowers risks hearing “nom nom nom nom - crash!” in the middle of the night, only to find stray bits of artificial petals and leaves scattered about the house by daybreak. Gone are the days I would try to prolong the agony of an orchid a friend had once sent me from his own greenhouse...

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I’ll blog about the show itself later, especially after I’ve uploaded the 60-some pictures I took and see if any are presentable. I had taken over a hundred the last time: there was something about this show that kept camera activity at a minimum, whether it was the bad lighting, the fact much of it seemed already to have been past its prime (on the fourth day of the show, yet it runs till Sunday), or just thinking it was not as interesting as it had been in years past (perhaps the victim of the economy with cheap representations of the main theme, Bella Italia).

On the trip down the Turnpike, we watched the grim roadside world dealing with the latest snowfall from Sunday’s and Monday’s storms. Not much snow but enough to keep everything white, brown and black. On one farm, there was a doghouse in the middle of a large fenced-in area, the dog sitting up black against the snow, a path worn down to the dirt from the doghouse to a large nearby tree. Shetland ponies with their long shaggy manes roamed in a field at another when I spotted on the lane toward the house, two or three small kids in a tiny hay-filled wagon being pulled by another pony, their own miniature hay-ride on a crisp winter morning.

And there were deer along side the highway, often standing inside the dividing fence between the farmland or woods and the highway’s embankment. The snow had been filled with the footprints of men in the maintenance crews cleaning up the trees and branches that had fallen over the fences from the recent winds, but every now and then, a couple of does or some no-longer-spotted fawns munched on the dry grass and twigs.

Once we were on the Schuylkill Express and the view became more industrialized, I turned to the book I’d taken along. Rather than try to sink my concentration into a novel, in situations like this I enjoy reading – or re-reading for the umteenth time – one of May Sarton’s journals, this one “Journal of a Solitude,” kept while she was living in a small out-of-the-way New Hampshire village. As I’m reading her entries from February that year, describing how it had, this one morning, warmed up to 0° after several nights with lows of -10°, I thought of a former co-worker who’d complained on Facebook about the previous day’s 13° – if he wanted weather like this, he’d move to Siberia. So of course I checked a weather-site and found it was actually 12° in Siberia at the moment. Even though it was a comparably toasty 28° when we left for Philadelphia, I realized I’m not the only one looking forward to springtime.

Everywhere in Sarton’s journal there is the eagerness to get back to her gardening – which she views as “a door to the holy” – her concern for how things are surviving the winter, that it might be too soon to remove the spruce branches protecting the daffodil bulbs because there could still be more snow. Even in the dead of winter, if her house does not have spring flowers in it – potted daffodils and tulips, bowls of amaryllis, vases of cut flowers – the house seems dead without them. In January she writes, “Ordering seeds is my reward for finishing the income-tax figures.”

Then N points out a car passing us, an elderly woman driving a car with one of those PD plates (that have replaced the “handicapped” label) driving with her left hand on the wheel, her right hand busy texting someone on her cell phone. I wonder if “texting-while-driving” (especially at high speeds on what is commonly called The Sure-Kill Expressway) constitutes an official handicap?

At that point, I was reading Sarton’s description of a neighbor well past her “middle years” who boasted about getting the local paper to suppress her real age and print it as 39 after she’d been involved in a slight accident with her car. Sarton, about to turn 59 – my age as I’m reading this – complained that growing older is viewed in this country as a sin, that even people who are only in their 30s mourn their lost and wasted youth. By belittling old age, we give young people nothing to look forward to, that maturity is not an asset, that life is all downhill after 30.

Things have not changed much from the “Don’t Trust Anyone Over 30" days of the 1960s. To put the journal in context, I found this passage thought-provoking:

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“At nine I forced myself to look at and listen to Nixon’s nonconversation with four TV pundits. His answer that one cannot be asked to project a vibrant dream when in the middle of a nightmare summed it all up – his total lack of vision in the humane sense. For it is surely just to the nightmare time that vibrant dreams are born and can be communicated effectively... Churchill in 1940, Roosevelt in the Depression Years. What a cramped little soul comes through from Nixon!”
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Then she goes on to contrast this with David Brinkley’s interview with six high-school magazine editors.

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“These kids were articulate, caring, thoughtful, and realistic. But what has Nixon said to give them hope? Still, their talk warmed the cold air and I went to bed feeling happy about the future and in the thought of what the eighteen-year-old vote may do to change the crass defeatist atmosphere.”
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Later that month, she received the first printed copies of her latest volume of poems, A Grain of Mustard Seed, which she got ready to mail out to her closest friends.

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“... I felt let down to be alone with this newborn babe, to have no one to whom I could show it. I picked it up and tasted it here or there... an odd book, for an odd time, the devastating sixties of the assassinations and the grinding down of hope about the war, the ghettos, the unemployed, all that plagues and haunts us.”
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Things had not changed drastically from 1971 to the past several years of the Bush White House or to the current gloominess of our economy.

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After having seen the Flower Show and felt rejuvenated by seeing so many beautiful flowers if not exhausted by the walking, we grabbed a quick dinner at the Reading Market across the street at a little Chinese diner called The Golden Bowl (which, to Henry James fans, would indicated it is not all its cracked up to be) and then sat in plushly comfortable leather-covered chairs (at a semi-reclining position, much more bearable than an ordinary chair with its ordinary fold across one’s ordinary waist-line). I tried to read more but was distracted by the music in the sound-system’s background as much by the constant conversation and cell-phone calls of those around me. Just as I opened the book to where Sarton wrote about it being, once again, -10° with more snow on the way, I became conscious I was listening to Robert Schumann’s “Spring Symphony,” one of those serendipitous simultaneities of life and art. Thoughts of spring after the flower show made it almost seem like an audio-hallucination.

It turns out they were playing mostly movements – which I loathe, relegating great art to the mereness of wallpaper – and mostly stuff I tried to block out from my hearing (one of those insipid Rossini String Sonatas, for example). But then they played all of Mendelssohn’s Violin Concerto, a war-horse I had not heard since at least last June. I could not hear it clearly enough to tell who might have been performing except it was not the traditional 1st movement cadenza Mendelssohn published with his work, meaning it was either Joshua Bell who supplied his own, or Daniel Hope who used an earlier edition before Mendelssohn changed it on his violinist’s advice. Then, much to my surprise, there was the last movement of Paul Hindemith’s “Symphonic Metamorphoses on Themes of Carl Maria von Weber.”

With that, the bus arrived and we were on our way home. And a little bit closer to springtime.

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Quotes from May Sarton's Journal of a Solitude - 1973, W.W. Norton & Company (New York) (the paperback reprint, 1992).
The photograph of May Sarton is by Stathis Orphanos

Tuesday, March 03, 2009

Another Way to Get to Carnegie Hall: Still Practice, Practice, Practice

A few months ago, the idea of a YouTube Orchestra was born: musicians (amateur and professional) were invited to submit auditions to be posted on YouTube which would then be voted on and the winners would then gather at Carnegie Hall in April to perform a concert (I'm hoping it will be broadcast on the internet, right?).



Part of the audition process included playing your individual part (including counting all the rests just as you'd do in a performance) in a work Tan Dun (see the third video clip) wrote especially for the project. Here is the composer talking about how he first thought of the piece:



Devin Howell, a bass player who plays in the Harrisburg, Lancaster & Allentown Symphonies and teaches at Franklin & Marshall, Dickinson and Elizabethtown Colleges, decided to audition. So I asked him to tell us what it was like:

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A friend of mine let me know about the contest/audition a few days before the videos had to be submitted. I wasn't preparing for any auditions at that time so I decided to take it seriously, practice the music (like I would for any live audition) and make the videos by midnight of the submission date.

Two videos had to be submitted. The first was your live performance of the entire 1st movement of Tan Dun's new symphony. The second was what they called the talent video. It had to be no longer than five minutes. They gave a list of excerpts for each instrument, all standard orchestral repertoire you would find on any audition list.

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Here is Tan Dun conducting the YouTube auditionees in his Internet Symphony No. 1, "Eroica"


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The Tan Dun video created some logistical problems which I became pretty frustrated with. Youtube provided two videos of Tan Dun conducting this piece. One had sound. The other did not. The idea was to record yourself while watching the video (without sound) so the video you submitted would be just you playing through your part, synchronized with the conductor. I don't know why youtube didn't catch this, but the video without sound had a bad cut or two in it, so you would be playing along with your part and all of a sudden you saw the conductor doing different meters or giving sforzandi where there was no place for them. I think the conducting video also stopped about three or four measures early. At first I thought I was the problem, but I was happy to find out that others were having the same issues that I was. I then decided to use the conducting vid with sound, but since youtube required the submitted video to only include your playing and no accompaniment, I would either have to mute the video or use headphones. I started using headphones, but I had trouble hearing my own playing. I finally decided using an earpiece (only in one ear). I put my laptop on a chair beside me. Since the cord on my earpiece wasn't that long I set up a mirror about five feet in front of me so I could still watch the conductor (in the mirror). Practicing this probably looked like something out of a Laurel and Hardy film. It was very awkward, and my playing wasn't the best because there were so many different things to pay attention to other than the music. It was what it was.

The "talent" vid was a little easier to make. The only issue was the repertoire list they gave was a bit vague. The listed repertoire did not include the Beethoven 9 Recitative, but the principal of the London Symphony played it in his online master class for the contest. I decided to continue practicing it even though it wasn't on the list for this reason. Also, another bassist or two already posted their audition videos and included this excerpt, so I figured others had the same idea I had. About a day before the submission date I began setting my laptop up in front of me and turning the webcam on so I could record the excerpts. If you've never done this before it's a very humbling experience. It's a pretty awful thing to listen to a bass through laptop speakers. The sound is thin and buzzy. Dynamics are squashed. Headphones or good speakers are a must... really. Also I was recording in my living room and not a decent hall. Halls, at least the good ones, are very forgiving and can hide certain string noises, or even subtle intonation flaws. When you're playing in your living room, you hear everything. I had a friend record me on the evening of the submission date. To this point I never really decided what would go on the video. I was practicing the entire list. I did quite a few takes of each excerpt. Then I listened to all of them and picked out what I thought would be the best package for an audition video.

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Here is Devin's 2nd Audition Video with Beethoven's 9th and Mozart's Symphony No. 39:



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So yesterday it was announced he was one of the winners! And now, it's off to Carnegie Hall next month!

By the way, you can hear all the winning auditions here and see all the master class videos and other promotional videos here.

- Dr. Dick

Supporting the Arts in the USA / Supporting Public Radio in Germany

This week, the group known as AMPPR (American Music Personnel in Public Radio) is having its conference in Ft. Worth. In my past life, I had attended a few of these though most often the money for attending it was one of the first thing cut from the radio station's budget (the reason I'm not attending this year is, I was cut from the radio station's budget, but I digress...).

You can follow the conference over at "Scanning the Dial," a blog about classical music in radio broadcasting (not just public radio), where Marty Ronish is blogging the conference. This item in today's post caught my eye, more generally:

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I had a long chat with Rick Fulker, a classical music producer at Deutsche Welle (German national radio paid for by the government), and he was telling me that the budget for Deutsche Welle is larger than that of the NEA! The Germans have a much broader appreciation for classical music than we do in this country.
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Given all the crying and moaning about $50M for the NEA in President Obama's $787B Economic Stimulus Package battered about last month - first you put it in, then you take it out, then you put it back in (then you shake it all about) - it's rather telling that Public Radio in Germany gets more money than the National Endowment for the Arts gets to support all the arts across the United States... Hmmm...

- Dr. Dick

Monday, March 02, 2009

Harrisburg Symphony Bass Player Wins a Spot in the YouTube Symphony

How cool is this? Devin Howell, the new assistant principal bassist (that means he plays 2nd Bass) of the Harrisburg Symphony is one of the winners of the YouTube Symphony's on-line auditions. In addition to playing principal bass in the Lancaster Symphony and assistant principal in the Allentown Symphony as well, he also teaches at Franklin & Marshall College in Lancaster, Dickinson College in Carlisle and Elizabethtown College. So basically, he's got the mid-state covered.

There were more than 3,000 video auditions submitted on-line through YouTube by amateur and professional musicians between the ages of 15 and 55. The ninety winners from over thirty countries were announced today. They will travel to New York City to play at Carnegie Hall on April 15th, conducted by Michael Tilson Thomas. The concert will be preceded by three days of rehearsals and master-classes.

Several musicians from major orchestras (for instance, the London Symphony, the San Francisco Symphony, the New York Philharmonic and the Berlin Philharmonic) chose the 200 finalists. The winners were then selected by viewers voting on YouTube's website.

Here is Devin's YouTube audition: he's playing the famous recitative passage from the opening of Beethoven's 9th Symphony finale and two excerpts from Mozart's Symphony No. 39 in E-flat.



One of the works on the program is by composer Tan Dun, his Internet Symphony No. 1 "Eroica" written especially for the occasion.

Congratulations, Devin!

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Thanks to John Clare for the initial tip on the winners. Originally the list was just countries, states and cities. John later found the players' identities and sent me the audition clip, posted here.

Finishing the Violin Sonata - Finally

When people wonder why it’s taking me so long to finish this piece, they look at me with a sense somewhere between pity and understanding, assuming that “he’s a slow composer.” I would rather think of it as being a “painstaking composer,” but no, it’s true, it took me two years to complete a symphony, a year to do a string quartet and a little over three years to come up with a five-movement violin sonata.

And I’m delighted to say – slow, painstaking or whatever – that the Violin Sonata was “finished” on Saturday afternoon at 5pm. There was a certain thrill to have it move from the “in” box to the “almost out” box the same day I was going to hear the world premiere of the Violin Sonata by Philip Glass, though if anyone heard the two of them back-to-back they would never accuse me of cribbing anything from Glass’s latest work. (I blogged about the Glass Premiere over at the Market Square Concerts blog here and here.)

Actually, one of the ironies of my finishing this piece and attending this concert, then, was hearing the Ravel Sonata in G Major, always a favorite of mine. The Ravel’s 2nd movement is the famous “Blues” movement. It was a nod to Ravel that my sonata’s 2nd movement is called “Blues Interruptus” (see two earlier posts here, here and here). But beyond that, there’s not much similarity.

I shouldn’t be too concerned about taking my time, though, especially since (being laid off), time is one thing I have, now. After all, Ravel spent four years working on his violin sonata and then Brahms spent some 20 or 25 years between the time he started a symphony and finally completed one.

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It didn’t start out being a Violin Sonata.

The first sketch for it came up during work on the last movement of the Symphony in October of 2005 but it didn’t work for the orchestra and sounded more like it might make a good piece for violin and piano. So I thought I would use it for that once John Clare, a former work colleague of mine and an amateur violinist, talked about performing together. So I took a break from the Symphony and quickly wrote out what I called a “Nocturne.” It was sketched between October 22nd and November 5th, 2005 – a very short time for me, two weeks, even for a three-minute piece – followed by two days of realizing the sketches into something we could play from. Five days later, we performed it at a Volunteer Brunch at work even though, since it was part of the luncheon music, no one really heard it under the talking and clinking of glasses and silverware.

As I worked on it, I knew there would have to be a few other pieces, at least two more. I figured maybe a scherzo and then something more substantial to begin.

In April of 2006, I began jotting down some ideas for a “chaconne,” a rather large idea considering the historical baggage this trundled along with it – Bach’s famous one was daunting enough. I thought this would be the last piece. Each of them, however they turned out, would become independent enough to be played on their own but convincing enough with their own internal logic to make a complementary set. There were things jotted down in May I labeled “possible ending for scherzo?” There were plans for three pieces, then four pieces.

Instead of writing the Chaconne, I began a set of Theme and Variations, taking up composing again in July of 2006. July 30th is the first sketch of something recognizable for what became the opening of the 1st piece. I finished it on September 28th, 2006, at 12:15pm, just before heading into work for the day. Two days later, I jotted down some ideas for the Scherzo and mapped out a possible set of five pieces, now. There was the Nocturne in 5th place, the Theme & Variations in 1st place, a large nondescript area blanked out for the middle of the arch, and two short scherzos, now, one a Blues pastiche and the other some kind of rapid scorrevole interlude in between in the 2nd & 4th places. There were questions if this wasn’t too much or too long – not to mention a concern for how realistic it was for me, at the time, to be writing this much if John and I were planning on doing some kind of recital in the spring of ‘07. I would have to write the whole thing to match our playing levels and I knew mine was on a pretty low level, not having practiced seriously for well over a decade...

The first scherzo, the Blues, was begun almost immediately. The idea from the beginning had been to take a blues-like idea and treat it in my own musical language that uses all 12 notes of the chromatic scale, is not traditionally tonal, and bases its structure on the Golden Mean which means, rather than standard blues patterns, the phrases would be of unequal lengths and usually in combinations of, say, 5 + 3 or 8 + 5, following the Fibonnaci series. And the “trio” of the scherzo was an interruption based on a beat-box rhythm often heard in my mid-town neighborhood frequently serenaded by drive-by boom-boxes. There would be a little bit of theater involved between violinist and pianist as the piano-player starts drifting off into the world of rock and the violinist keeps trying to drag him back to the music at hand. Finally, the rock beat gets too enticing, the pianist gets carried away and eventually the violinist gives up and joins in before, in true da capo fashion, they decide to return to the opening Blues material.

This was almost completed by December at which time I got side-tracked by the idea of writing a Christmas-related piece and then clobbered by new upstairs neighbors who made it difficult to compose in my usual before-work schedule. As luck would have it, my new neighbors also worked 2nd shift and were sleeping-in right over where my piano was.

Then my mother went into the hospital unexpectedly in mid-February and died a week later, so I was now no longer in the mood to be working on a silly kind of scherzo. Moving into the house by April and getting away from my neighbors, I still wasn’t able to get my stuff out of the apartment because of health reasons until November. The piano made it by July by which time I was ready to start writing again, but this time I wanted to do a song cycle based on some of my mother’s favorite biblical verses for mezzo and orchestra, a work I called “Evidence of Things Not Seen” which I began in September, finally, and finished around the first anniversary of her death.

Then I went back, polished the sketches for the Blues Interruptus and began work on the Chaconne which had originally surfaced back in 2006 as a germ of an idea but now, in April of 2008, began taking shape. Preliminary sketches and trial-runs – basically two months’ worth of “pre-compositional” issues that needed to be ironed out and began on May 20th – took me through the period when I was “laid off” at work, the actual composition not beginning until July 20th.

Oddly enough, this piece was in two parts – “Aria & Chaconne” as it eventually evolved. Instead of being like an “Introduction and Allegro,” these were two simultaneous movements: the violin played the Aria, the piano played the Chaconne. So I wrote the Chaconne (the piano part) between July 20th and October 2nd, then wrote the Aria (superimposing the violin part over the now existing completed piano part), finishing it on November 1st, 2008.

After writing some 70,000 words toward a novel during November, I spent the next few weeks “doing the dishes” – copying the score out for both the Scherzo and the Chaconne into a more finalized draft from the original sketches. I always thought composing is like cooking, though cooking is not something I can actually do (and sometimes feel like I should add “either” to that statement). “Pre-compositional planning” is like putting together the menu for a big dinner party. Writing the music is like cooking the meal. Finishing it and going back over the now completed work is like eating the meal. The drudgery of copying is like doing the dishes afterwards: not much fun but necessary before you go on to the next day’s chores.

But then, looking at these four pieces – the Nocturne, the Variations, the Scherzo and the Chaconne – I tried to come up with some kind of order for them. I now went back to the sketches I scribbled down in the fall of 2006 with five pieces and the Chaconne, now the longest and most weighted movement in the batch, in the middle or keystone position of a 5-piece arch. I didn’t really want to spend more time writing yet another violin-and-piano piece...

But I really began thinking it did, in fact, need the contrast between the Chaconne and the Nocturne which now, first-written, became the last piece. And some fast scorrevole (scurrying) interlude would be just the thing. Besides, proportionally, compared to the other pieces, it would only need to be about 2½ minutes long – how long could that take, right?

The idea that it would be several different “elements,” each one of a recognizably different nature, came early. The trick was figuring out how it moved from one to the next. Work began on December 20th, 2008, starting not with the opening but with the second segment, a static, icy-sounding section. Now, considering how quickly all of this would fly by, some of these segments were only going to be two measures long: they didn’t need to blend one into the other since I had the idea it was more four sections – label them A, B, C and D – thrown into a blender, chopped fine and then reconstructed almost arbitrarily. In one sense, it was like listening to a radio where the signal kept drifting and you’d pick up one station and then another. Or, bored with the commercials on one TV channel, you click on the remote and move to another channel to see if there’s something interesting to watch there for a moment. Some of them, especially through the middle, would also overlap a bit. But even the contiguous segments of the A-section would not necessarily mean the music began at the beginning!

So I forged ahead, writing the C and D segments before trying to figure out how the scurrying A-sections would work out. By January 4th, 2009, when the first third of the piece was done (except for the very opening), I decided the best thing to do was skip to the ending, the last scorrevole section. Once I figured out how it would end, I might have a better idea of how to get there.

Over the past few years, I frequently realized if I wrote “in order” – from the beginning to the end – I often found myself with fewer working choices when I got to the end. This could be on various levels: frequently, a phrase needing to end with a certain cadence might not work out that way. So I ended up working phrase-by-phrase but from the end, backwards to the beginning. This meant the structural points were strong and the choices I needed to start the phrase were less intensive.

This of course is a problem because while you’re working in one direction, you have to keep in mind exactly how it’s all going to work out in time, playing it in the correct direction. It’s not as difficult as it sounds (and it would not sound good to play it backwards, anyway) but it takes getting used to.

After writing the ending - which was, curiously, not finishing the piece – I worked my way backwards segment by segment until I got to the point where I’d stopped writing on January 4th. But in the midst of this, I had to have surgery to repair a couple of work-induced hernias that would soon be approaching their own second anniversary. I didn’t feel like doing any composing – in fact, much of anything – for a week afterwards and even then it was difficult to concentrate (or even sit that long) for another week. But by February 20th, I was now ready to attack the beginning!

It felt odd, closing in on the opening, seeing the light at the start of the tunnel after two months of writing. Working backwards made me feel like the composer, Benjamin Button.

Then too, this was eight measures of 16th note sextuplets so each measure involved 24 notes in the violin, 24 notes plus the occasional chord in the piano - about 400 pitches that go by in about 21 seconds. And working with pitch-sets of six notes each – I’ve tried explaining my compositional language in earlier posts here and here – it became a long, slow schlog, not helped by the fact that frequently I would start the next day looking back and realizing there had been some mistake or tactical error the day before and I might spend six hours reworking what had taken three hours the previous day. It was like I was ready to do that last – or rather, first – measure for a week. Well, three days, actually, but it felt like a week of Mondays.

And then I saw how the opening beat should get things started – one of those “jump right in” beginnings, like tuning into a radio broadcast that started a few minutes ago – leaving just the second and third beats empty. Finally, as I was glancing at the clock and thinking “I have to stop, I have to get ready for the concert tonight,” these last two beats fell into place. It felt like the right choices – there were only a few that might work – and I hoped (dear God) that this would in fact be the END of the piece!

And so I looked through it later and thought “so be it.” The end was, in fact, my beginning. 3⅓ years later, one thing I am sure of, now: there will not be a sixth piece.

Now, the question came up a few months ago: is it “Five Pieces for Violin & Piano” or is it really a Sonata?

To me, a sonata, with all its historical baggage, implies more integrity between the movements and that’s what was stymying me. But as I kept going from one piece to the next, starting back in October, 2005, I realized how much I was concerned about making the harmonic set-choices work between pieces within some kind of logical structure, how each piece fit into a proportional balance (of course, it’s also very Benjamin Button-ish that the first piece I began so long ago is now the ending). But I think, finally, it really is a more integrated work and suitable to be billed as a single piece in five movements rather than five separate pieces.

But at least at this point – it’s done. And what’s next?

Well, I’m not going to Disneyworld, that’s for sure, but after I copy the score and the violin part, I’m looking forward to starting a new piece. What exactly, I don’t know, but we’ll see. For now, I need to “finish the paperwork” on this one.

- Dr. Dick

Tuesday, February 24, 2009

A World Premiere in Harrisburg This Weekend

This weekend, it's a recital with violinist Maria Bachmann and pianist Jon Klibonoff with Market Square Concerts -- Saturday night at 8pm at Harrisburg's Whitaker Center. On the program, the WORLD PREMIERE of a brand new violin sonata by Philip Glass as well as the G Major Sonata by Maurice Ravel, Enescu's wild Violin Sonata No. 3 "In the Popular Romanian Style," and Johannes Brahms' Violin Sonata No. 3 in D Minor.

I've been posting about the program over at the Market Square Concerts Blog. You can read about the World Premiere of Philip Glass's sonata here and the other works on the program here.

- Dr. Dick

Friday, February 20, 2009

Symphony Weekend: Rachmaninoff & Schulhoff in Harrisburg

For some reason, it seems every orchestra in the Mid-State is giving a concert this weekend:

The Harrisburg Symphony conducted by Stuart Malina (Sat/8pm - Sun/3pm @The Forum) performs Smetana’s well-known “The Moldau,” the little-known composer Erwin Schulhoff’s Symphony No. 5 and, joined by pianist Andrew von Oeyen, Rachmaninoff’s Piano Concerto No. 3 in D Minor. (See below for more about this concert.)

The Lancaster Symphony conducted by Stephen Gunzenhauser (Fri/8pm - Sat/3 & 8pm - Sun/7:30pm @The Fulton Opera House) presents an all-strings program with Tchaikovsky’s “Serenade in C for Strings,” Rodion Shchedrin’s “Carmen Ballet” based on Bizet’s music, imaginatively arranged for strings and percussion, as well as the “Simple Symphony” which Benjamin Britten based on some themes he’d written into his notebooks when he was a boy. (By the way, the brochure indicates this concert was originally scheduled for a Sunday matinee, but the current website, checked today, does not mention the Sunday 3pm time.)

The York Symphony conducted by Robert Hart Baker (Program 1 Sat/8pm; Program 2 Sun/3pm @ The Strand-Capitol Performing Arts Center) is performing two separate programs this weekend instead of the usual one-night concert. Saturday evening features legendary guest artist Peter Serkin who will be playing two piano concertos - Bach’s D Minor Concerto and Beethoven’s Concerto No. 2 in B-flat; also on the program will be the 1st and 3rd of Bach’s “Brandenburg Concertos.” Sunday’s program will include the rest of the Brandenburg Concertos (Nos. 2, 4, 6 & 5, in that order) featuring members of the orchestra as soloists, joined by harpsichordist Gretchen Dekker for the 5th Concerto.

The West Shore Symphony conducted by Timothy Dixon (Sun/3pm @ Carlisle Theater) will be performing the Overture to Glinka’s “Ruslan & Ludmilla,” Mozart’s 3rd Horn Concerto (with soloist Michael Harcrow) and Dvorak’s “New World” Symphony. They’ll be performing a shortened version of this concert suitable for first-time concert-goers and children, Saturday afternoon from 11:15am to noon.

The Hershey Symphony conducted by Sandra Dackow (Sat/8pm @ The Hershey Theater) features a program of Mozart and Beethoven: the Overture to Mozart’s “Marriage of Figaro” and his Symphony No. 35 in D (the “Haffner”) and, joined by Stanley Chapaitis, the Violin Concerto by Ludwig van Beethoven.

It’s possible there may be others that I’m not following at the moment, so forgive me if I haven’t been entirely inclusive. But that’s certainly enough. As a private citizen, I’ve gotten out of the habit of covering all the music that’s going on in the region but it would’ve been nice to write a good post about each one of these concerts.

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As for me, I’m hoping to be well-enough-on-the-mend to attend the Harrisburg Symphony Saturday evening. For me, recuperating from surgery a little over two weeks ago to repair a couple of hernias on the verge of celebrating their 2nd anniversary (which in itself is a long story), isn’t going fast enough, though the doctor seemed to think things were moving right along. I managed to over-do it today, I think, though I can hardly imagine what I did that tired me out. Hopefully tomorrow will be a better day.

In the past few weeks, then, I haven’t done a lot of blogging, among other things. What time I had that I could muster the concentration and the physical ability to sit long enough was spent trying to finish the last of the pieces for violin and piano. Sitting in a normal chair is still pretty touch-and-go: I have spent too much of my life these past weeks in a recliner, something the Forum is noticeably lacking in with their infamously leg-cramping seats. So this is not going to be the post I would normally prefer to write, an “up-close-and-personal” look at, at least, the unfamiliar work on the program, Schulhoff’s 5th Symphony, and Rachmaninoff’s well-known 3rd Piano Concerto.

I’ve known the Rachmaninoff ever since I was a child and my parents bought me the RCA recording with Van Cliburn and Kiril Kondrashin conducting something called the “Symphony of the Air,” Cliburn’s “victory concert”following his return from Russia after winning the Tchaikovsky Competition in 1959. I’d listened to it so much, I can probably still cue the cough 50 years later. Though there may be other, better recordings, this performance still remains one of my favorites.

The concerto is a daunting challenge for any artist – Horowitz had once remarked to the composer how hard it was and Rachmaninoff, who premiered the work in New York City a century ago (the second performance was with Gustav Mahler, conducting), claimed he had written it for “elephants” to perform. Rachmaninoff had huge hands – instead of spanning just an octave, he could span an octave and a fifth, the musical equivalent of palming a basketball, I guess. Ironically, he dedicated it to one of his favorite fellow-pianists, Josef Hoffman who couldn’t play it, it turned out, because his hands were too small. This constant stretching for normal-sized hands is one factor that leads to artist fatigue.

I don’t know the pianist who’ll be playing it with the Harrisburg Symphony this weekend, Andrew von Oeyen. But you can go to his website and hear his performance of the entire concerto – all three movements of it in three separate clips – with an uncredited (and therefore presumably non-American) orchestra.

In the past, I’ve heard many “relatively unknown” artists coming to town to perform and rarely been disappointed. Given the budgets of most regional orchestras even in a healthy economy, there is little money available to bring in the major artists of the day. One of my favorite stories is about hearing a young Juilliard student, a recent prize-winner, play an exciting concert with the Harrisburg Symphony of Tchaikovsky’s Violin Concerto. But the woman in front of me was not impressed because she had never heard of him before: she turned to her friend and said “why are we always getting these Juilliard students? Why aren’t we listening to Isaac Stern or Zino Francescatti? I mean, who ever heard of,” she paused to look down at the program to check the soloist’s unusual name, “Pinchas Zukerman?”

If only every young artist out getting their career started in their 20s could go on to become someone of the stature of Pinchas Zukerman! But at the time, who’s to know what the future holds?

The future was not kind to composer Erwin Schulhoff (pictured at right). He was one of many in a generation of promising composers whose careers were cut short by World War II. His music was declared “degenerate” by the Nazi Regime and because he was Jewish, he was sent to a concentration camp where he died of tuberculosis at the age of 48. He managed to write 6 symphonies (two more never made it beyond piano-score sketches), an opera and a ballet, a great deal of chamber music including three string quartets and three piano sonatas.

With all there was to influence a composer at the start of the 20th Century, Schulhoff tried a variety of different styles before he found would might have become his own voice, if he had by the time he was arrested. He studied with Debussy (who died when Schulhoff was 23), was influenced by jazz and the neo-classical style of Stravinsky and the French Les Six. In his “Five Picturesques” of 1919 (written the year after Debussy died) he pre-figured John Cage’s 4'33" by about 33 years. Cage writes a piece in which the pianist sits at the piano for 4 minutes and 33 seconds but never plays a note. The score is blank, a musical expression of Zen calm. Schulhoff’s piece is, however, a frenzy of notation – all rests, often in complex rhythms, no pitches – marked with changes in meter and tempo, the pianist directed to play the rests “with the greatest expression throughout.” And yet Cage is given all the credit.

What may have happened to Schulhoff’s musical awareness between 1919 and the year he wrote his 5th Symphony, 1938, I’m not sure since the only piece of his I remember hearing are the Five Pieces for String Quartet which the Cypress Quartet had recorded a few years ago. They’ve been performing them the past few weeks, in fact, and you can see their performance of the Tango from one of their concerts on YouTube. These pieces, written in 1923, shortly after he’d discovered jazz and returned to his hometown of Prague, are delightful dances with a slightly modernist edge that would not be quite as far afield as what Stravinsky was writing in his Post-World-War-I neo-classical style.

I also have a recording of two of his song cycles with orchestras – he described them as “symphonies for voice and orchestra” – and though I can’t find a date when they were written (the one, Menschheit, is dedicated to a political activist who was murdered in 1919), they sound very little different from the songs Gustav Mahler had composed two decades earlier, with flashes of Schoenberg’s lushly Romantic Gurrelieder and a wisp of Janacek and even Delius on various occasions. Though the two cycles are published as Op. 26 and 28, it is quite possible they are early pieces published posthumously: I could find nothing about his creative chronology or other works with opus numbers to give it any kind of placement. It would amaze me to think these songs, gorgeous and easy-to-listen-to as they are, could have been written the same year he wrote an absurdist piece that was adamantly nothing but rests! But stranger things have happened in young composers’ lives.

Though I’ve never heard his 5th Symphony, here are some things I’ve been able to find about it. The work was written following the “Munich Agreement” which threatened to destroy his native Czechoslovakia (giving the Sudetenland as an appeasement to Hitler), an emotional response you can hear especially in the violence of 1st and 3rd movements. One writer hears something similar to the war-time symphonies of Ralph Vaughan Williams, his modernist 4th and the war-torn 6th. “There is a bitter and determined air to the finale which nevertheless strikes me as having rather over-reached its material. The whole work is alive with stirring military atmosphere, brass gestures and gritty attack but all purged of disillusion or sarcastic commentary.”

By this time, Schulhoff had become a Communist. There is something in this work apparently of the “Socialist Realism” sanctified by the Stalinist regime under which Shostakovich wrote and often chafed. Whether Schulhoff’s 5th Symphony – written the year after Shostakovich completed his 5th – had a specific program or not, no one seems to say, but then there is very little information about the man or his music that survived him. He had planned of emigrating from Czechoslovakia (after the Nazi invasion, he left Prague to live under an assumed name in Brno) and the Soviet Union had approved his passport in 1941, but he was arrested by the Nazis before he could leave. He was deported to a camp in Bavaria where he died of tuberculosis the following year.

Given all this, it might also be an extra incentive to attend the pre-concert presentation by Dickinson’s Dr. Amy Wlodarski, who has spoken in the area before on music and the Holocaust. They begin an hour before each performance and I highly recommend coming early for the chance to find out more about the man, his music and the times he lived and died in.

Monday, February 16, 2009

Creativity: A Writer's View

There are actually a few items I wanted to post today, none of them congruent enough to make a single post, so here's the first of them, a video of author Elizabeth Gilbert describes her views of creativity, especially following the success of her book "Eat, Pray, Love" - how inspiration works (or doesn't) and how other writers have tried to describe this very indescribable moment in an artist's life - and how an artist deals with the whole problem of continuing to create not only in the face of no success but even after success.

Sitting here as I've been these past few days, now, slowly recuperating from minor surgery two weeks ago and trying to get back into the composing mode to finish up the last of the five movements for this Violin Sonata, I have been contending with a considerable lack of inspiration. So it was quite amusing and, in its own way, inspiring, to hear her tell about one of the blacker "pits of despair" she'd experienced while writing her book, when she was thinking not only would it be not just a bad book, it would be, like, the worst book ever, that she spoke to an empty corner of the room as if chastising whatever might have been there, call it "muse" or "spirit" or "inspiration," this thing that can also be the "inner critic" that helps to destroys us in the process, what I call the anti-muse.

So she looked up from her manuscript, and said to this empty corner,

"Listen, you - thing - uhm, you and I both know that if this book isn't brilliant, that is not entirely my fault, right? 'cause you can see that I am putting everything I have into this, you know, I don't have any more than this... so if you want it to be better, then you've got to show up and do your part of the deal, okay? But if you don't do that, you know what? - the hell with it, I'm going to keep writing anyway, because that's - my - job. And I would please like the record to reflect today that I showed up for my part of the job."

That's just one of her comments, something to think about for people who are creative and for those who are curious about people who are creative. (And be cautious of the volume at the beginning, it starts with a blast of loud music).



(Courtesy of Joyce DiDonato's blog, Yankee Diva).

Another Way of Getting to Carnegie Hall

When "Practicing Practicing Practicing" pays off.

You've probably heard some of those stories about performers stepping in at the last moment to sub for an ailing artist - like the one about a young Leonard Bernstein who, after a late night of celebrations following a successful Town Hall recital, found out he was going to make his debut with the New York Philharmonic that afternoon at Carnegie Hall - without rehearsal - and on a radio broadcast?

Have you ever wondered what it's like for someone who's going through something like that?

Here's Bernstein's own recollection:

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Recalling the debut 24 years later in an interview, Bernstein said, “So out I strode, in my funny double breasted suit, and, polite pattering of applause, went wildly into the crazy three opening chords of Manfred, and it was like a great electric shock. From then on I was just sailing. I don’t know what happened, but those three chords I will never forget. Dum DUM DUM!—pause—and in that pause I knew that everything was going to be all right.”
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Recently, I've found a blog by young tenor Nicholas Phan who, given his Greek-Chinese ancestry, calls his blog Grecchinois. Today's post is one of those stories - waking up feeling not particularly good and being glad it was an uneventful day (beginning with a seemingly uninspiring horoscope, too). Then there was the phone call from his agent wondering if, by any chance, he'd be able to fill in for a possibly ailing tenor in Haydn's "The Creation" if said tenor should become ailing enough to call in sick that evening.

Well, he'd sung the part but that was seven years ago, it was in English (this performance would be in German) and it was taking place at Carnegie Hall.

Read Nick's behind-the-scenes look at his story -- and then read the New York Times review by Anthony Tomassini where, of course, one can only make passing mention of the fact the tenor soloist was a last-minute substitute without a full rehearsal, but hey...

While some careers have been made on breaks like this and others haven't -- it's a funny world, being an artist -- it certainly doesn't hurt to have a story like this in your portfolio.

Funding for the Arts in the Stimulus Bill

It appears the Arts will get their share of the President's Stimulus Package after all: the reconciliation of the House & Senate versions of the package reinstated the $50M originally allotted to the NEA following Senator Tom Coburn's amendment which included language to block any such money going to the arts.

You can read the New York Times article here and the Culture Monster's coverage from the Los Angeles Times here.

More coverage on the issue -- and the stimulus package in general -- from Matthew Guerrieri at Soho the Dog.

Tuesday, February 10, 2009

Shoes, Shakespeare & Senator Coburn

Before he wrote an amendment to the Economic Stimulus Package passed the other day by the American Senate, I can’t say I’d ever paid much attention to Senator Tom Coburn. I had to look him up to find out what state he represented – Oklahoma. As a firm believer in the Arts and its impact on our national culture – and I’m not just speaking of “classical music,” here – I do not think much of Sen. Coburn, based on this one issue, politics in general aside.

I don’t have the background or the interest to write at length about the delicate balance between Art and Politics. There is much more to the Coburn Amendment than just seeing that no funding finds its way to the Arts Organizations of this country, which may explain why Sen. Schumer of New York failed to understand its potential impact on the Arts in the local economy of New York City. Some of the other details may make sense - except in the context of the past administration's support of, say, the Oil Industry despite their huge profits at a time when average Americans were paying almost $4/gallon at the pump.

My primary thought was, “isn’t this a package to stimulate the economy which means to get people out there to create jobs and make money so they can spend it?” The last time I received a “stimulus” from the Bush Administration was a tax rebate that didn’t go toward buying something new: it went into the bank because I had expenses that needed to be paid and a little bit went a little way, those days, toward putting gas in the car, if nothing else. So as a stimulus for the economy, what I did and what many other people likely did with their tax rebates really did nothing for the economy, however it may have helped them individually with more practical issues.

Art has been a trickle-down conception for centuries: whether it was funded by support from the Church, the local aristocracy or wealthy individuals who liked to have nice things to show off to their friends, it was rarely the artist who got rich from it all, though it is more likely the artist we remember than the patrons who made it possible. Not all of that art is “Great Art,” despite the overused term “masterpiece” in today’s marketing. But out of millions of artists who created art over the years, only a relative few succeeded into the Arts Hall of Fame, to use another overused marketing ploy. The point is to create a body of work from which the best will “rise to the surface” (call it the “trickle-up theory,” if you want). The assumption is, if there’s less to choose from, there are fewer chosen.

Perhaps part of the problem is the national view of Art. Too many people think it is elitist, where rich people go to glitzy theaters throwing “air-kisses” at each other against a backdrop of art that has no relevance to Life As The Rest of Us Know It.

Too few people have seen the look of intense involvement on the face of an inner-city youth, listening to a late-Beethoven String Quartet at a free concert. Or watched as a four-year-old toddler stopped his mother so he could stay and listen to some musicians performing live at a local library one Sunday afternoon.

Too many people equate popular acclaim with the highest quality – the “American Idol” approach to Art – or feel that only the most popular artists can give you the very best artistic experience. Too few people have seen an amateur group of local actors and musicians perform a complex musical like the original version of Sondheim’s “Sweeney Todd” with all the intensity and skill of the original production I’d seen on Broadway, in many ways better and more convincing than the highly-acclaimed touring roadshow I had also seen when it came to town and left me cold and disappointed and which I would’ve blamed on the show, not the performance, if I hadn’t seen the original cast or had it later redeemed by Harrisburg’s Community Theater.

For every Pavarotti, there are dozens, perhaps hundreds of fine tenors out there who could perform just as well and perhaps technically better were it not for that magic spark they lack that somehow earns them the imprint of popular success, whether it’s an artistic spark or a business one. But it has always been that way. Giving more people the “break” to present their art to the public makes it more likely one of those may develop that spark which will lead to success.

It’s like one of the arguments against abortion: that fetus could have been born and grown up to be the next Einstein.

If money has been cut to a school’s arts program because it was not deemed sufficiently stimulating to the economy, how will we know if that child who didn’t get to hear a concert, go to a play, take a violin lesson, sing Mozart in the choir – how will we ever know what the future has lost? And not just in terms of the artists but of the audience itself?

“Winning the silver is losing the gold.”

Even getting to compete is a victory of sorts, having the opportunity to get that close. Who can make a career out of the shame of losing a competition? How many winners of competitions can create enough careers to prove we as a nation have a healthy cultural climate?

Too many performers’ biographies stress what prestigious competitions they have won. This is not a biography, this is a resume. It tells us nothing of how well they play. But it is important for them to win those competitions because how otherwise do you get peoples’ attentions to be taken seriously?

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Perhaps one of the problems is that our economy is based not on what we produce but on what we consume. We are more concerned about how much money a film grossed during its first weekend rather than whether or not it was a good film. We determine who gets to watch or listen to what programs on television or radio by what the ratings are and how that translates into advertising dollars for the broadcast companies regardless of their commercial background.

Art is something artists produce whether people consume it or not. People who consume art often look for bargains – for a painting over the living room couch: what matters more, what it means to you or what you paid for it? – and artists often don’t make a living wage off their creations the first time around (leave that to agents, resellers, post-consumers). All you have to do is watch a few minutes of PBS’ “Antiques Roadshow” to understand the investment in art consumption. Not every $10 flea-market find is going to end up with a $100,000 re-sale value, but very often we learn something about who we are or what we have through something that may have no intrinsic value beyond our own personal experience.

Somewhere, someone created that thing you inherited from Aunt Sally that you had no idea what it was or what to do with it, but yet somebody out there obviously thinks it’s of value. Someone probably created that thing to put food on their table, to help pay a doctor’s bill or put a child through school, to pay the rent. There may be something very real and very relevant in its back-story, regardless of its surface meaning, whether it’s something simply to bring a touch of beauty to a corner of a room or to give you a sense of some deeper connection with your inner soul.

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Another problem with “The Arts” is that there is no one Art we’re talking about, here.

For every type of Art, there are different varieties of appeal and purpose and with that, those who prefer one kind or style over another. People are offended by art that offends someone and if you’re offended by it, therefor it’s not Art.

It’s impossible to have a consensus on something that appeals to so wide a constituency. That is why we have political parties in the first place and why “bi-partisanship” is so difficult to obtain, because our systems of values and beliefs are so deeply entrenched, we now see compromise as a sense of failure (“losing the gold”).

One party’s view of success is the other party’s recipe for disaster. One political system’s patriotism is another political system’s propaganda. One culture’s religious writings are another culture’s mythology.

How can anybody find consensus in something so “cosmopolitan” and universal as Art?

Aside from the consumption aspect of Art in our modern economy, there is also the nature of Corporate America, a highly structured neo-feudal organization that can afford to set aside large amounts of money to lobby Congress for its own interests. The Arts are not so organized or “in-your-face” about what they do or why: no Senator is ever going to get as big a campaign contribution from an orchestra as they are from an industrial manufacturer.

People who complain about what international stars earn as concert soloists or as conductors of major orchestras as a reason to withhold government funding never seem to be bothered as much by what star athletes are paid by their baseball teams or what CEOs make in their corner fiefdoms.

If what Matthew Guerrieri writes about in a recent post at Soho the Dog is true, according to recent studies –
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... “that means that the Big Three automakers' yearly economic impact is about 1.4 times that of the "non-profit arts and culture industry," as Americans for the Arts puts it. Which is interesting, since in the past year, the auto industry received 120 times as much federal money [as] the arts.”
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– then the National Endowment for the Arts should be receiving $12.4 Billion, not the $50 Million Senator Coburn is so eager to keep out of the hands of American artists (like his daughter, opera-singer Sarah Coburn).

I’m not sure this $50M - 1/13th of what the same bill describes as Costs associated with the Digital Converter Box Program (how does that, by the way, create jobs or stimulate consumer spending?) - needs to go to maestros’ or executive directors’ salaries or to build new palaces for the arts in cities across the land, not that $1M spent in each of the 50 states will really build that many palaces, right? But it could go to programs that would send artists from the community into its schools to introduce young students to the Arts, for example, perhaps not exactly a bottom-line victory for the present (however many jobs it might create for the moment) but one that might be a bottom-line victory for the future, whether it’s in terms of future audience, future contributors and maybe even future artists. It is a stimulus for something now with a long-range result that can still be stimulating for the nation’s cultural health 20-30 years from now.

“We need Shoes, not Shakespeare” is an old rant.

The trouble is, we need both. But it’s difficult to convince people that Shakespeare will be there to console and inspire us long after the shoes have gone out-of-fashion.

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P.S. - Here's some more coverage, from a blog about Classical Music on the Radio, Scanning the Dial.

- Dr. Dick