Judd Greenstein.





New MP3: Sing Along - 07/12/06

A Good Summary of Some Ideas About "Freedom" - 07/08/06

Flags and Patriotism - 07/04/06

Tautology Part VII - 06/30/06

Zeitgeist In Music - 06/20/06

I Thought This Was Supposed to Be About Iraq - 06/19/06

We Call It Life - 06/15/06

Ligeti - 06/14/06

Secretly Brothers? Or the SAME MAN? - 05/15/06

Milton Babbitt's Birthday - 05/11/06

I Knew This Day Would Come - 05/11/06

Finishing Sam's Piece - 04/25/06

Go Make Art - 04/25/06

Congratulations to Richard Wilbur - 04/24/06

At Last, Some New MP3s - 04/20/06

Weird Story - 03/14/06

I've Been Writing, Just Not Here - 03/09/06

I Have Been Spending Time At Thank You Campaign - 03/09/06

Bravo to Alarm Will Sound - 02/17/06

One Hard Thing About Being a Composer - 02/14/06

New Concert Spaces for Classical Music - 02/01/06

State of the Union is On - 01/31/06

How About This Weather? - 01/30/06

Patti Smith on Mozart - 01/29/06

An Amusing Ad Campaign - 01/11/06

A Day at the Frick - 12/28/05

Listening to Debussy - 12/20/05

Public Executions - 12/14/05

I am Sick of this BS - 12/08/05

Write the New York Times a letter - 12/07/05

Shark Attack! (live string quartet music next Tuesday) - 11/21/05

Free Speech Zone Tour - 10/31/05

Short Thought on Protest Music - 9/28/05

New Concert Listings - 9/08/05

Back Again, and Check Out This Story - 8/16/05


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New MP3: Sing Along - 07/12/06


My latest piece for NOW Ensemble is available here. Sing Along is a pretty uplifting work, I think - that's what people have told me. It's similar in some ways to Folk Music, but smaller in scope. Unlike Folk Music, it really only does one thing; it's written in verse/chorus format, but it also builds and develops throughout the piece. Have a listen and let me know what you think.

07/12/2006


A Good Summary of Some Ideas About "Freedom" - 07/08/06


This editorial from the Boston Globe gets at some of the same ideas that I touched upon in my essay, below. Is this problem truly intractable? Do we simply have two incompatible ideas of how we should live as a society?

07/08/2006


Flags and Patriotism - 07/04/06


It's July 4. A salient memory for this day: marching in New York, sometime during 2004 (the RNC protests, perhaps), thousands of people in the streets. Lots of negative banners and signs, but a positive energy nevertheless flowing through the space. It felt good to be with people who had a shared vision of change. But the memory for this day is of a guy with an American flag, moving through and with and against the crowd, telling everyone not to let them take this symbol from us, to let the Flag still stand for something good, to reclaim a symbol that might have once stood for freedom. In a way, it still does.

There has been lots of talk about flags, lately, between the nonsensical amendment, which nearly passed, and the scenes of German flags filling the streets of Deutschland for the first time since 1945, and of course the Mexican flags flying proudly in the streets as immigrants protested their despicable treatment. Flags are symbols of power and ownership, but that fact need not imply that the power and the ownership belong to anyone but the people themselves. It's worth remembering this, even as our society tends to treat the flag like a baby blanket, placed over its good citizens before the lights are shut out, a symbol of "being taken care of" by a government that knows what's right and which should therefore be given the power to do whatever it wants.

Justice and liberty may be the fundamental precepts of our great country, but they are not inherent qualities. Rather, they are goals for which we must fight, continually, every day of our life. Too many people look at the flag and assume that where it flies, so fly those virtues. Anything that is done in the name of the flag, then, must be virtuous. But this is clearly not the case; where those virtues are absent, it is because people have forgotten that our "great experiment" has been and always will be be a work-in-progress, a collective striving towards those noble ends. They have ceased to ask themselves whether their own actions are just, or whether the system that they trust is working for their interests alone, the interests of the community as a whole, or merely for the interests of those in power. At the far ends of the spectrum, we now torture, rape, and (most frequently) kill in the name of justice and liberty, without asking whether the clear denial of those virtues in the lives of others might have implications for our own quest to achieve them back at home.

It is hard to stand up and proudly proclaim one's American heritage, these days. So much of our representation to the world is evil, and the values that America stands for have been debased through their use in false contexts where their opposites are enacted. The Department of Justice brings no justice to its illegal prisoners, the Department of Defense makes America and the world less safe, the Environmental Protection Agency oversees the further destruction of our planet. We can no longer use the words that define our noble efforts, as they have been perverted, and now mock the very ambition to do what is right.

In the face of this, I find comfort in the emptiness of language, the truth of our postmodern condition. Can we be surprised when the structure that we have built collapses under the weight of words? When the totems of power, the words "justice" and "freedom" and so many more, words that we should never have relied on in the first place, have now become cancerous and grotesque? We have no right to be. We should never have let the words stand in for the actions and sentiments that once were behind them. How this happened, I don't know. But the power of language is such that when words become untethered from their original meaning, they do not lose any of their impact. To claim "justice" is no less powerful now than it has ever been, even when the claim is false.

The flag contains all the words that have ever been used to describe our country. When someone says "America" I think of the flag. It makes sense that the Republican Party would hold up the flag, our ultimate symbol, in an era where that same party has been working to use the word-symbols of "justice" and "freedom" and others to cloud their policies that work against the genuine ends once embedded in those ideals. To argue against the desecration of the flag is to reify the symbol, to hold it above the meaning that might lie beneath. Once, it might have been imagined, burning a flag was an act that spoke against the values of this country. But it cannot mean that, anymore. Imagine who would burn a flag. They would not "hate freedom". They would hate an occupying force in their country, whether they be an Iraqi whose family was killed by an indiscriminate bombing, or a liberal New Yorker (such as myself) who can't stand the hijacking of his country by religious ideologues and corporate interests. The flag has been reduced to a symbol of power alone, devoid of virtue, except for the assumed virtues that allow it to retain that power.

But I respect the flag, and agree with that protester, running through the mob. When we can bring the virtues back into the symbol, it will be a marvelous achievement. Has it ever been done? Can a symbol whose meaning has been inverted take on, once again, its original conception? I have to think that it's possible, but it will take a lot of work on behalf of justice, on behalf of freedom, and on behalf of anything that America was once imagined to represent. We'll see what happens. The Great Experiment continues.

07/04/2006


Tautology Part VII - 06/30/06


I chose "VII" as an arbitrary number to emphasize the reiterative nature of the Bush Administration's tautological claims regarding....nearly everything. In this case, I refer to the claim that "if the Democrats had their way, al-Zarqawi would still be alive"; I'm paraphrasing a recent Karl Rove quote in which he lambasts the Democrats for wanting to "cut and run" when the going gets tough.

I would like to remind Mr. Rove that Zarqawi only became the threat that he was in Iraq - and let me say that by all accounts he was a disgusting human being, with no regard for human life - because of the U.S. invasion. It is no great honor to create a villain through your actions and then claim victory when that villain is thwarted. Worse, he may be dead, but others will rise to take his place. So what is gained, here?

Finally, it is also worth noting that the claim regarding the Democrats would be true, if only the Democrats had actually opposed the war in Iraq. If they had, then they would have opposed the chain of events that led to Zarqawi taking power in the first place. And, by that logic, if they had their way, he would probably still be alive, albeit far less powerful than he was before his death. As it is, though, the Democrats by and large did not oppose the war, though many do now, and some even claim that they really did back when it was still possible to imagine it not happening. If only there were more genuinely unambiguous moral positions taken in this whole mess. Since there were not, nothing is really clear, except that no one likes Zarqawi and it's a ridiculous twist of logic to claim that anyone would want him alive again.

06/30/2006


Zeitgeist In Music - 06/20/06


I just read this fantastic quote, from Raphael Mostel's discussion of Feldman and Cage, found via Alex Ross's continuing Feldman resource page:
Feldman insisted on the primacy of the spiritual: "Byrd without Catholicism, Bach without Protestantism, and Beethoven without the Napoleonic ideal, would be minor figures. It is precisely this element of 'propaganda' - precisely this reflection of a zeitgeist - that gave the work of these men its myth-like stature."
Right after I finished my last exam of my senior year in college, I went outside, and experienced a feeling of freedom that will probably be unparalleled in my life until the moment I realize I am about to die. It was a beautiful Spring day in Williamstown, MA, 75 degrees and sunny. For some reason, the thing that it occurred to me to do was to take a book out of the library and read it for pleasure. [What a nerd.] The book that had caught my eye for some time, but which I had never gotten around to reading, was a collection of Morton Feldman writings. I took out the book, sat on the grass, and read for a few hours. It was one of the best experiences I had in college.

I relate this story to say that Feldman's writings have pervaded my thought about music ever since, and so it is no surprise to come across a quote that resonates strongly with my current beliefs. It's quite possible that I even read this quote before. But it now has a new resonance for me; recently, I've come to see my role in society as defined by the parameters suggested in that quote. The "zeitgeist" that defines my community is not Lutheran or Napoleonic, but Progressive - I would like to be a composer for the Progressive community, with my music in some sense embodying those ideals. Here, language gets in the way; I doubt that Bach or Byrd or Beethoven could have articulated the connection between their values and their music without cheapening or diminishing both. Values and art are purer, by far, than are our explanations of them.

I will say, though, that this idea flies in the face of the abstract Universalism that tends to be associated with New Music. Abstraction is the supposed antidote to totalitarianism, precisely because it presumes an avoidance of any particular zeitgeist. But that Universalism, like Atheism, is in fact merely another such worldview; dissociated from any kind of spiritual grounding (which is not necessarily the case), we get the calculated, rationally-oriented, and ultimately destructive world in which we currently reside. Music needs a community and a belief system to surround it; only when written with such a system in mind can it approach the universal values that abstractionists hope to attain. Feldman understood this; perhaps I understand it because of him.

06/20/2006


I Thought This Was Supposed to Be About Iraq - 06/19/06


You know, even for Congress, this is a pretty insane stretch of the content of this sham resolution.

06/19/2006


We Call It Life - 06/15/06


Everyone needs to go here, right now, and watch these ads, and when you're finished laughing and then vomiting and crying, perhaps while trying to yell "this is unbelievable" to anyone that might be within earshot, then you can keep reading.

I was thinking about "Industry", or "Big Industry", whatever these forces are that fight against environmental regulation, when I was reading a fascinating and inspiring article about wildlife corridors in the Rockies. Scientists have found a solution to the problem of penned-in species, unable to roam wide enough to breed with sufficient genetic diversity, due not to lack of total space but rather to the cutting-off of regions from one another by highways, bisecting national and state parks and wilderness regions. Read the article to see how it works - it is a simple and clever solution, and doesn't adversely impact human traffic, at all. That's an important point, because it means that the almost inevitable conflict between regulatory agencies and business interests can be mostly avoided. That's a rare situation. [Unfortunately, I took too long to post this article; the NY Times piece is no longer free. Sorry.]

Capitalism has the perverse effect of forcing all questions to be asked in terms of competition. Environmental groups become opposition forces, rather than collaborators, with businesses that stand to lose money from the regulations promoted by those groups. The interests of a given industry take precedence over the interests of the constituent human beings who work for that industry. Corporations become actors in a game that minimizes human control, and dehumanizes the people who work for those corporations. They argue against their human interest - against the environment, against social justice, against democratic values - because they have been caught up in the alternate logic, the inhuman logic, of the Corporation of which they are a part. And we get ads like these, which perversely misrepresent the relationship between Carbon Dioxide and the environment, among other things. Why would someone take out an ad to promote the radical alteration of the Earth's climate? It's not "someone" that is doing this, in the end. It is a cog in a dehumanized corporate machine.

That cog is, in a sense, "only following orders". The dehumanization of workers in a corporate environment is, it seems to me, identical to the dehumanization of Germans under the Nazi regime. In both cases, a larger bureaucratic entity (The Corporation, or The State) assumes responsibility for articulating the ethical boundaries of the individual. So it is acceptable to produce an ad arguing that increased Carbon Dioxide is good for the planet, because your moral obligation is to serve your function and to serve it well, not to examine the broader consequences of your action. "Only following orders" is the ethical mandate of our day.

If you haven't seen An Inconvenient Truth, I highly recommend that you do so, even if you're already convinced that global warming is real and a disaster. Nothing short of a World War II-style Grand Alliance among all nations will be enough to stop the problem at hand; the only place where the movie fell short was in convincing me that we actually have the means to solve this problem. Even if Gore were to push environmental issues to the front of the table in American Politics, unless he were able to replace terrorism as The Issue of our time, it wouldn't be enough. The difference between terrorism and all other issues in American politics is that citing that issue gives a blank check to do whatever is necessary to prevent it. Until the same can be said for reducing greenhouse gases and fundamentally changing our lifestyle - and insisting that the world follow suit, instead of modeling their behavior on what we've been doing for the past century - it won't be enough. And the world as we know it will be irrevocably changed for the worse.

It seems impossible to imagine that any individual could not care about this issue. But faced with the pressures of inhuman interests, insisting on moral standards that lie outside our specific, personal concerns, people give in and fail to act. Our American instinct also tells us that we should solve this problem by ourselves, that we should not rely on Government to baby us, because that will only make matters worse. Well, this is not a problem that can be solved on the individual level. We need to make a cleaner lifestyle affordable and available and comprehendible. The lifestyle that we currently "enjoy" is not sustainable, yet our government is working hard to maintain it for us, by getting us our oil and our cheap food and our cheap clothing and our electronics. When will this end? Not without our insistence that we collectively end it, and no one can do that alone.

06/15/2006


Ligeti - 06/14/06


Gyorgy Ligeti died on my birthday, June 12, 2006. Whatever one thinks of his music, his is a life, and a body of work, that demands attention. The life is remarkable: he survived the Holocaust through conscription in a labor camp, but lost his father (among others) to the concentration camps. The music seems to reflect the tension and struggle of that unthinkable experience, but that reflection takes on a different character than other famously "struggle-influenced" composers. Ligeti belongs, I believe, firmly in the camp of the post-War modernists. He was certainly friends with them (Boulez and Stockhausen and others), but he also certainly had an outsider relationship to whatever scene it was that developed there. Still, so much of the tension in his music relies on the presence of that scene, not as a foil but as a pole that sometimes attracts and sometimes repels, that it is impossible for me to place him anywhere else.

Work after work in Ligeti's catalog flirts with the 12-tone aggregate, seemingly acknowledging the primacy of chromaticism while simultaneously working to undercut that acknowledgment. Atmospheres explodes the idea of pitch as center-of-emphasis, placing texture in the foreground in ways that were certainly anticipated by Schoenberg and the post-War modernists, but never realized (perhaps) because of an insistence on serial pitch organization. Ligeti's music suggests that his contemporaries were often working with one hand tied behind their back - but Ligeti's response was, in a sense, to bind both of his own hands, playing his own game in a place that is obscured from our view.

More than any composer of his era except possibly Reich, Ligeti's works feel "important" - each piece inhabits its own, specific space, with its territory well-marked and its meaning almost always wholly opaque. Did Ligeti go through clearly-defined periods, or is each work a "period" unto itself? This is a question that one can ask of few composers throughout history. Beethoven, certainly, and probably Stravinsky. Coltrane, Dylan, and the Beatles seem to make cases for themselves. Let's argue about others (or these) on some other occasion - the point is that it's a rare group, and an impressive one.

I don't say any of this, actually, to hold up Ligeti to any great height, though you wouldn't know it, I imagine, from reading what I have so far written. The fact is, I don't take any of this to have all that much to do with "greatness" as a composer (or musician, or whatever). Thanks to a detailed and rigorous course I took with Roberto Sierra, himself a Ligeti student, and my time spent with Martin Bresnick, another such student, and hours spent with scores not covered in class, on my own, I know Ligeti's music quite well. There's a lot to be learned from it. But the truth is, at the end of the day, it leaves me cold.

Mostly, I find this music very sad. All great music contains within itself a fundamental tension between old and new, between received forms and wisdom on the one hand, and the newly imagined on the other. In Ligeti's music, I hear a different tension. It's as though the old, received forms have been replaced by something that ought not be there, because it is not old, nor is it received - it is the world of post-War Modernism, the world of Boulez and Stockhausen and others. This is the "old". The "new" is something else. But the new is always something else. What does it mean for this "else" to be in tension with something besides the truly old, the truly received?

For many composers who were themselves steeped in Modernism, this tension was familiar. If anything, the possibility of a way forward besides Modernism was liberating; Ligeti, I have come to understand, was seen as a provocative challenger to the Modernist hegemony, at least by those who accepted the trope of Modernism's necessary ascendancy. Provocateurs rarely remain provocative past their own time, and Ligeti's music, to my ears, poses challenges to icons that no longer have meaning. As portraits of a brilliant mind, trapped in an absolutely confounding era, they are staggering compositions. But they seem in this sense to be more "interesting" than "beautiful" - with exceptions.

I agree with Alex that Lontano is one of these. It is utterly gorgeous and confounding; the joints are nearly impossible to find, yet it is not formless. It's a wonderful, mushy, beautiful work. The Piano Etudes are, in their own way, great, but they feel rigid and confined to my ears. And they spend too much time sending the pianist to the outer reaches of the piano, often via chromatic motion - this feels again like a nod to the Modernist gestures that are being broken. Why is this necessary?

The works that I ultimately find the most satisfying are the early ones - Musica Ricercata and, especially, the Cello Sonata. These are "derivative", one might say, probably of Bartok or Debussy. But are they more derivative than the later works are of Boulez or Stockhausen? Or are they in tension with that earlier work, work that Ligeti knew as a younger man, and which propelled him into composition? Whatever they are, they are also marvelous music. The cello work might be the finest written for the solo instrument besides the Bach Suites.

I want to know where the composer who wrote that masterpiece at such a young age would have gone, where his music would have gone, if things had been different. But we'll never know. That's why I say that his music is sad to me. It lives in a box, as he says (thanks to Alex for this quote): "We must find a way of neither going back nor continuing the avant-garde. I am in a prison: one wall is the avant-garde, the other wall is the past, and I want to escape." There isn't supposed to be a wall in front of you, I want to say to him. Let the past be the past - because it always is, whatever our pasts are, they don't abandon us - but let the future be the future, and flow from the past. We can't construct a future with the specter on our shoulder of how that future "should" look. That ghost, I think, haunted this musical giant, and crippled him. It's a tragedy. Rest in peace, GL.

06/14/2006


Secretly Brothers? Or the SAME MAN? - 05/15/06


This is a little cheap and silly, but I couldn't help noticing that two of my favorite people, Kenneth Lay and Pierre Boulez, look an awful lot alike. Anyone? You with me on this?

The implications, as they say, are staggering. Does Ken Lay secretly have an amazing ear for music? Does Boulez have ambitions to screw the poor? So many questions are raised - more questions than answers, really.

05/15/2006

p.s. I might write another movement for piano - Lay Is Alive, or perhaps, Lay Is Innocent, I don't know. The suite will be People Who Look Like Pierre Boulez and Kenneth Lay. (This has now clearly just become ridiculous and I think I won't be writing again until after my exams.)


Milton Babbitt's Birthday - 05/11/06


I'm simultaneously printing this at Thank You Campaign; be forewarned.

So I really don't have time to write these days, since my General Exams are next week (at Princeton), and I'm supposed to be hitting the books hard. And, in fact, I am so hitting. The books are pummelled and lying, bloody, on my floor, but there's no respite for them - we're just getting started. Anyway, I don't have time to write, but it's Milton Babbitt's birthday (90 big ones), and I've been feeling very conflicted. He seems like a cool guy, in a lot of ways: he's funny, he doesn't give a shit, he broke code in WWII, he looks awesome, his voice is lower than Jabba's. But he's also, perhaps, one of the people responsible for the contemporary music scene being so riddled with bullshit. I invite you to read his famous article for yourself, keeping in mind that the title isn't his, it was 1958, and that the formatting is a little weird on that website (many "t"s are missing). Also, listen to some of his music. It's pretty wacky stuff. I'm not going to say more about it now, but I do want to reprint some thoughts that I felt compelled to put down on the Sequenza 21 website, because I didn't see this view represented. Check out the original post and all the comments to see what I'm responding to. Here's what I had to say:

There's no question that Babbitt contributed to the expansion of musical language in the twentieth century. Bravo to him for that. And some people really like his music. I don't think the "his music is witty/no it isn't" argument is going to be resolved anytime soon. I have heard that Gunther Schuller thinks that Babbitt's music is the best thing that ever happened. So he's got some fans, he's obviously done something right, music-wise.

There's still the question, though, of past polemics, past crafting of "the new music scene", past conceptualization of what new concert music could, and should, be. I'll say this: to the extent that Mr. Babbitt is in any way to blame for the deep pit into which our music scene seems to have been buried, and out of which I and many others are attempting to crawl, then I do, in fact, bear a grudge. By this I refer to the fact that few people know that there is such a thing as a composer, and that many who are aware of this tend to associate "new music" with something that clearly has been written without regard to the possibility of their deriving meaning from it. Past statements by Mr. Babbitt suggest that this is, in fact, the case, and that the pit was consciously and deliberately dug.

I feel the consequences of that decision, or what I perceive as those consequences, all the time. [For example, why do we have to take it as a given that "surprise" is a regular emotion felt by people who enjoy our concerts? Every concert, someone is "surprised" to actually like the music we write. Why is this so surprising?] I can't say whether Babbitt's description of the appropriate relationship between "specialist" and "layman", and his concept of the public sphere (with composition divorced from it), had anything to do with the present condition. I'll wait for Alex's forthcoming book to tell me that. But if it's causation and not merely correlation that we're seeing, here, then I have a hard time getting down with the birthday cake and party favors.

There's also the argument that this struggle (my "crawling out of the pit", which is sort of gross, I recognize, like something from The Ring - the movie, not the opera cycle) is good for us - makes us stronger, less complacent, and so on. This line would suggest that constant flux and struggle is part of a strong artistic tradition. There's value, then, in any strong personality, such as Babbitt's, who can challenge the prevailing order. And, the argument could go, look at the state of contemporary music performance today - most people seem to think that it's better than ever (though Babbitt's own interview seems not to share this perspective). That benefits everyone.

I'm sympathetic to this argument. But I don't see anything in it to suggest that the ideas of a previous generation, which I consider frankly toxic - in their dissociation of elite behavior from the public sphere - should be accepted. And there's a tacit acceptance that goes along with these birthday parties, like inviting Condy to be your keynote speaker without mentioning Iraq. That acceptance makes me very uncomfortable indeed.

Finally, there's also an argument that says that my whole line of reasoning is silly, that composition has always been an elite and largely removed activity, and that to suggest that the post-war period was anything more than an institutionalization of that reality is ignorant. This is hard to deny, but I believe there is a way forward besides giving in to that isolation and renouncing the idea of the public sphere. Perhaps I'm an idealist, but I think we have more to offer, as artists and people, than that view suggests. And now I'm veering towards issuing a polemic of my own....


05/11/06


I Knew This Day Would Come - 05/11/06


With all the studying I'm doing for my Doctoral exams next week (one of the big requirements towards getting my PhD from Princeton), I am finding it difficult to write coherently about music - at least, about anything other than my assigned topics. If anyone has any questions about Petrouchka or a select group of Chopin Preludes and Mazurkas, or would like me to rant about memory and music for a while, I can do so, and can even provide some interesting (I think/hope) handouts. But, for the time being (until next Thursday), I'm not otherwise useful as a musical thinker.

There is news to report, however. One of my favorite advertisements in New York is apparently being taken down. My sister called me to report this news from 13th Street and 4th Avenue, near where I grew up and often stay when I'm in the City, and the now-former site of an ad for Bacardi Rum, an ad that did not merely border on the ridiculous, but like Douglas MacArthur in Korea, blew straight past the parallel of absurdity and deep into the heart of a foreign land. What that land might be is for you to decide - and I present you with this opportunity, due to a rare stroke of foresight on my part. While passing this ad one day, I had with me my digital camera, and thought it would be a good idea to document this Work of Art. And so I did.

Therefore, without further ado, I present, In Memoriam:



And so, to the Ad, I say: Farewell. New York will never again be quite the same.

05/11/06

p.s. Lest anyone think me totally naive, I know that this ad is playing on hipster ideas of "The Cool" in a very late-90s, late-ironic manner (that alone should make it worth studying and preserving). But, like the guy at the party who's dressed like David Lee Roth in the "Jump" video, it's gone beyond the hipster-ironic norm, and into some other realm that reveals a new world of possibilities. OK, maybe this is Miami Vice-meets porn. That still doesn't capture the essence of this thing; it is more than its influences, and more than the sum of its parts. And can you imagine having one of the apartments that are caught up in this scene? The armpit, say? Or the crotch of the guy on the left? There's so much to say, but I have to get back to Stravinsky.


Finishing Sam's Piece - 04/25/06


One more thing before I go for the night: I'm very excited that I am about to finish, at least finish a draft, of Sam Solomon's piece. He has been owed this for a long time, at least as long as you've been reading what I write here on this space, which means that in addition to all the other good things that are implied by and will flow from this, I also feel a burden of guilt starting to slide from my back. We Jews know how to bear the guilt, oh yes, but it's still nice to have a little less to carry around.

To hear a really great piece that Sam plays, and which was inspirational to me for this project, check out Nico's piece. That's some good stuff.

Actually, go check out what Nico is up to, in general. Yes, some of it involves my people, but there's lots to be excited about there, besides that, if you're a fan of Nico's music, which of course I am.

Oh, and along the plugging-the-friends line, people should definitely go to the Yes Is A World concert this Sunday. They're doing a work by David that I've never heard because it's only been played in Germany, so that's exciting. They're also doing a big piece of Ted Hearne's, which should be very cool, and some more stuff, including what, Bjork? I'll see you there.

04/25/06


Go Make Art - 04/25/06


I recently finished a post on Thank You Campaign that I had abandoned a couple of weeks ago, for lack of time. It's about the need for you, yes you, to go make some art. But not in the sense that we usually mean the term ("make art"). Go read it if this sort of thing interests you (I suppose if you're on this site, then it's a good bet that you are one of those people; I doubt too many folks are here looking for, I don't know, cheesecake recipes, or Star Trek trivia, or porn).

I'm too distracted to study at the moment so I'm "taking care of some things", which I guess included finishing that essay. It's a bit hippie-ish but there's a lot there that I think I'll wind up standing behind in the morning, and if not, that's interesting, too.

One nice thing about that system vs. this one - you can leave comments. Feel free to do so.

04/25/06


Congratulations to Richard Wilbur - 04/24/06


Richard Wilbur has won the 2006 Lilly Prize, given to a poet for his or her lifetime achievement. I thought I'd mention it because he is one of the few poets whose work I have used in my music. The Sirens is a work for solo bass clarinet or baritone saxophone (and I intend to make a solo cello version, too); it's inspired by his poem, though the words never appear in the piece. Somehow, the mood of the composition matched the mood I associated with that piece of literature.

If you're in the mood, have a listen, but do read the poem, too.

Meanwhile, I plan on finishing a piece today (hear that, Sam?), or at least, a draft.

04/24/06


At Last, Some New MP3s - 04/20/06


I can't believe it's been over a month since I wrote anything here. Time flies when you're busy, I suppose - and I have been about as busy as I can remember being. There's so much going on that I'm excited about these days; my plate is full and that makes me happy. But it doesn't leave much time for writing my thoughts down.

Something else that I've failed to do is post much of my recent work. This, at least, I can change. I've posted three recent works today: Boulez Is Alive, a solo piano work that was premiered this week; Escape, a solo viola work premiered earlier this year; and The Night Gatherers, a viola quintet written last year.

I don't have time to say more about these pieces right now, but I have posted notes and sound files, and would love to hear feedback and impressions. I hope you're all enjoying the Spring.

04/20/06


Weird Story - 03/14/06


Weird story today in the New York Times, about a former Bush aide who has been charged with some pretty low-level theft, from Target. It seems that this guy crafted some sort of weird scheme to get money back for merchandise he didn't purchase, or something. The tone of the article is very much a big "huh?", as his family and friends register total confusion at how the Good Kid of the family could wind up doing something wrong, and something so stupid and for such low stakes.

One could speculate about the nature of corruption, how big things (Abramoff, Haliburton, deregulation, etc., etc.) lead to a climate where little things (like stealing a few thousand dollars from Target) seem permissible. If this guy was an adviser to Karl Rove, he was necessarily involved with much, much worse than whatever he's being charged with now. But of course, those sorts of crimes are not prosecuted, or perhaps, not prosecutable. I wonder if, on some level, he recognizes the moral corruption of his associates? Is this weird crime actually an acting-out of the reality of their behavior, a morality play? I half expect a Greek Chorus to come in, masks and all, to comment on what we're seeing.

03/14/06


I've Been Writing, Just Not Here - 03/09/06


I have not been writing much on this site in recent weeks, but I've been very active in a few other spots on the internet. One is at Sequenza 21, a new music blog site. I wound up participating in a thread about Daniel Bernard Roumain, another young composer (though a bit older than I) who has made a nice career out of playing the "Dred Violin", combining elements of hip hop and classical music. I don't really hear the hip hop in his music, which is unremarkable but better than much that's out there. I worry about the appropriation of hip hop because I feel that it might interfere with a genuine appreciation of the complexity inherent in that art form. Some excerpts of the debate (these are my points):

It's a small community we exist in and it's nice to see that a composer is getting attention. That he is getting attention for his skin color, hair style, piercings, and supposed cross-musical connections is hardly surprising enough to even be disappointing. I generally find his music to be pretty unremarkable, but it's certainly no worse than a lot that's out there.

I will say this, though: I simply don't hear the "hip hop" in his music. Or, perhaps a better way of saying this is that I hear it as much as I do in the music of, for example, Todd Reynolds and Caleb Burhans - which is to say, little-to-none. And to my ear, they are both better violinists (unarguable) and composers (my taste, I guess) than DBR is. Which makes it hard to focus on "the music" in DBR's case since the only reason we're talking about him is because his promotional machine has taken his career to a different level than theirs, driven by his claims about associating with hip hop and the ease with which his image fits our preconceptions of how someone making those claims would appear.

I won't go as far as to say that his claims about hip hop are "false"; that is far too strong for what is, in the end, a personal issue. If he listens to hip hop, of course it's in his music, somewhere. I know that I struggle with my own hip hop background, and how it plays out in my "classical" music (oddly, opaquely); it's an open question for me and not something that I feel comfortable wearing on my sleeve. That said, people are attracted to the idea of the hip hop/classical mix; when I've been interviewed, and my background comes up, people get excited by that direction. Unfortunately (for me, I suppose), I can't follow that up with claims about the hip hop influence on my music, at least not of the variety that are easily seen or sold. When performers have asked me to write music that is "influenced by hip hop", I have come up blank. The one time I tried, I wrote a very strange work that really sounds nothing like hip hop, but plays off of a couple of sounds that exist in that music.

In the end, the stakes seem pretty low. I don't think that anything is really lost by having DBR out there, doing his thing; there's no reason to begrudge him his success. It's a hard field and you do what you have to do. More power to him for having something to sell.

And another:

Hip hop, even more than jazz, has not been received as a highly sophisticated musical form by most people. Certainly, there's no doubt that the musical-intellectual community has largely ignored hip hop as music (even while embracing it as a sociological goldmine). There has been some limited work in getting into the music itself, but there's not much, and it's not hard to see why. The components of analysis are tricky - it's not generally about harmony or melody, but about rhythmic interplay, emphasis and accent structure, sound quality, and other such elements.

I'm actually writing my dissertation on this very topic, maybe because of my own difficulty in locating hip hop within my notated composition. While it might seem unimportant to unpack the structure of this music, I think that the neglect is part of a pattern of ignoring the inherent complexity of Black (and other minority) art forms, treating them as interesting cultural artifacts with little inherent value. The broader battles in our society about race are not going to be won in the academy, to be sure, but it does seem to me that it would do a world of good to suggest that someone like KRS-One - a formerly homeless African-American man from the South Bronx - is an artist of the highest caliber and a worthy figure of emulation (at least artistically) for youth who are constantly told not to follow in the steps of "people like him". Acknowledging the value of rap music as music helps with that project.

As for DBR, to the extent that his music reaffirms the misconception that hip hop is all about repetition, or sampling-at-will, or whatever else people hear from hip hop in his music, and to the extent that it ignores the more sophisticated musical elements of hip hop while claiming to be representing that music, then it is problematic and even dangerous. But I'd need to (and perhaps, will) do a more thorough job of listening to his music before levelling that kind of claim.

And finally:

The point isn't that music gets some kind of "real credibility" when it's discussed intellectually. Far from it. The point is that hip hop is one of the most widely utilized forms for creative expression today among a segment of the American underclass that has been the victim of overt and covert racism for hundreds of years. It is also not taken seriously, as music, by most people in this country. As I say above, intellectuals or those in the ivory tower are not going to solve this problem, but given their (our) disproportionate control over resources, attacking the problem in that arena seems like a reasonable place to start - along with, of course, confronting people directly on the issue (like my older relative who pulled me aside at a family function to ask, and I'm not kidding, what kids could possibly see in this rap music, and why they weren't listening to Perry Como).

And of course the kids who are rapping and listening to the music don't need me to tell them that they are justified. Please. But they do need to stop being told by society that "it's not music", or that it's a problem, or that it's responsible for the social concerns of Black America. These are things people say. I would like to see those messages replaced by affirmative ones, messages that recognize the primary place of hip hop among inner city musical practices (especially male), and work with that fact to help kids move in positive directions.

How does the Academy intersect with that? Well, can a kid send his rap tape in with his college admissions packet and expect it to be treated as more than a curio, or (heaven forbid) treated in the same way that a classical piano recording, a newly composed string quartet, a jazz performance, or even a pop song recording would be? At best (in some schools), it would be counted as a positive extracurricular activity. But it certainly wouldn't be accepted as something central to the application, or something that the student would be expected to pursue in college (unlike, say, basketball, another inner city cultural activity that has been very differently received by elites). There are probably a few exceptional admissions officers at exceptional schools where this is not the case, but that's beside the point. Even a good-hearted music professor would probably not feel that he or she has a sufficient understanding of the music to evaluate it on its merits.

One thing that might help to fix this problem is to have actual scholarship going on at universities on hip hop. Maybe this is the wrong avenue to pursue, but I hope that if I become a professor someday, I will be the guy to whom CDs of hip hop beats and raps are sent. Of course, we're far from that place - witness the Cornel West fiasco at Harvard, where his forays into hip hop were treated as Evidence A for his lack of intellectual rigor. There are many different issues being wrapped together, here. DBR is somewhat tangential to the bigger issue. The only reason that a thread on him wound up leading me down this road is because he himself makes claims about his connection to hip hop that seem to me to be missing something. I'm certainly not claiming myself to be any kind of absolute authority, just someone who listens to a lot of that music and also a lot of the music that's more along the lines of what DBR seems to be writing. And as I said before, more power to him for finding a new avenue for notated music (and I mean this, though I know it may sound totally disingenuine, and I know that a lot of people disagree). Where I have trouble with him is on the level of what is left out, actually - which seems, to my ear, to be the core of what makes hip hop a great art form. That's the danger. And in that way, DBR is actually closer to someone like Darius Milhaud than to Anthony Braxton, I'd say - a decent composer (maybe someday or to some people, better than decent) who uses another musical genre in a fairly watered-down way.

That's my piece about DBR for now. On the same thread, I give some other thoughts about hip hop but they are brief and more about responding to criticisms than putting out a coherent perspective. I also found myself needing to respond to some points on a mostly composer-insider-semantic thread that will bore the life out of most readers. But I'm not done(!) - read below for what else (and where else) I've been writing.

03/09/06


I Have Been Spending Time At Thank You Campaign - 03/09/06


My good friend Andrea Mazzariello invited me to be part of his web community. Andrea is a wonderful person, thinker, and musician, and I'm pleased to say that we're going to be working together in the near future, though neither of us knows yet what, exactly, that means. For now, it means that I am allowed and encouraged to post on his blog. This all started when I responded to a post about the cartoon controversy (it's tough to navigate, but try here if you're interested, as a starting point, only because Andrea kindly links to the previous posts and such). It's hard enough to keep this page going, here, but Andrea posts a lot and there's always stuff to which I can respond. I will try to keep the lines of communication open between both sites, though this one is limited in its non-interactivity. If anyone thinks that's a problem, by the way, let me know. I do not mean to be suggesting that dissent or feedback is unwelcome; quite the contrary.

Anyway, I wrote this recently on TYC, and would like to share it here, now:

Isn't it interesting that both sides of the abortion debate, and both sides of the Israel/Islam debate, claim vulnerability on their side? This is the problem. No one who feels vulnerable is willing to back down at all. I won't accept a world in which the government prohibits women from making a choice that falls squarely within the personal, ethical realm. To violate that space is to make all women (and therefore all of society) vulnerable to the whims of our government and our patriarchy. But I also don't expect that someone who believes that a fetus is a human being, without drawing a distinction between the two (irrational as I may find this), will back down, either. Everything Massey says about other vulnerable members of society is true, but it doesn't change the vulnerability of the fetus, if that's how you look at the matter. I don't know what could change that perspective, honestly.

As for Jews and Arabs (and other Muslims now, too), the Palestinians are genuinely oppressed; the vulnerability there is clear. By extension, other Muslims feel oppressed by this situation. But for Israelis who have been defending what they see as their land since the inception of the state (and before), the image they see is one of their being surrounded by hostile forces that want to drive them into the ocean. This is largely true. Furthermore, Jews tend to feel vulnerable all the time; it's part of the diasporic condition to be consistently beholden to your hosts. Israel is the one exception to the diaspora, but it has its own problems. So again, both sides feel under attack, and vulnerable, and there's no room for movement.

And yes, it's always about America, but it's also always about the Jews. Why a Holocaust contest? Because Denmark was one of the few (perhaps the only) Continental European nation to act ethically in World War II? I doubt that the reasoning is so subtle. Would Middle East Muslims care about America if it weren't for our support of Israel? I'm not so sure, even with the recent Iraq debacle.

What always makes me most sad is to see Arab faces on the news and to see traces of my own family in the contours. The Semitic stock, as much as it's been diluted in Jews via the diaspora, is still there, and I wind up seeing shades of my family and friends in the angry faces on TV or in photos. Isaac and Ishmael, the prophecy continues....

03/09/06


Bravo to Alarm Will Sound - 02/17/06


Last night's Alarm Will Sound concert at Zankel Hall was one of the best shows I've been to in a while. More than anything I've seen in Zankel, the ensemble brought the space to life with creative spacings around the hall and mostly tasteful use of digital images (Powerpoint?) and lighting. The highlight of the show was a performance of Edgard Varese's Integrales that made me hear the piece differently than I'd ever heard it before. By spacing the players around Zankel, and having them move throughout the hall during the performance, the character of the work changed: rather than a proto-modernist abstraction, the work was revealed to be a sometimes beautiful, sometimes brutal struggle between musical elements. The theatrics of the staging were at times slightly over the top; the music was best served when its acoustical, rather than dramatic elements were brought to life by the players. But the music resonated from throughout the hall, surrounded and filled the audience, and spoke volumes - I've never been so happy to have a second-row seat.

Other highlights of the program included arrangements of music by John Cale (selections of his music for Andy Warhol's Kiss, rearranged multiple times via Cale and now Dennis DeSantis, in a haunting version that was played beautifully, and accompanied by the erotic images of the Warhol film, which usually blended gorgeously with the music but sometimes became distracting) and John Adams (his truly unsuccessful Hoodoo Zephyr, a work for synthesizer that simply sounds bad, but here orchestrated beautifully by Caleb Burhans, and thereby turned into a kick-ass piece of music; Adams should orchestrate the whole set, if this is any indication). Derek Bermel had a good piece on the program that unfortunately felt harmed, rather than helped, by the on-stage theatrics. There was a cool arrangement of a Bernard Woma work (which made me want to go see him again; he's an unbelievable musician), an unremarkable new Wolfgang Rihm Composition (note the capital C), and two John Cage works that were used to turn the set changes into something musical. To me, this was not a good move, and felt like a false means of keeping the program together.

Interestingly, to my ear, the biggest disappointment of the night was the Aphex Twin arrangement that the group played as an encore. The new Alarm Will Sound disc, Acoustica, is all Aphex Twin arrangements, and it sounds good - though I don't think it sounds better than the originals. To me, the reason to arrange this music is to bring it into a live acoustic environment - but in Zankel, where the Adams had just finished and was ringing happily in my ears, the Aphex Twin sounded flat. If this opens new audiences for the other music on the show, then great - but I hope the group goes in other directions in the future, directions that are closer in character to the music of the disparate group that rocked the show, Adams and Cale and Varese. Whatever my complaints, the show was fantastically successful. Any flaws I perceived were the result of taking chances (theatrics, some staging, the new Rihm commission), which is always exciting when those chances are buffered by remarkable virtuosity and breadth of capability, as is certainly the case with Alarm Will Sound. More than most concerts of new music, this was a show, not a presentation of pieces. The ground that Alarm Will Sound covers is too varied, and they are trying too many new things, for any one person to come away thinking that everything worked equally well. That's not a criticism, it's praise of the highest order: I'll make room for eclecticism when it's done this well. Bravo.

02/17/06


One Hard Thing About Being a Composer - 02/14/06


I had a very good performance of my Sonata for Cello and Piano last night, given at the Cornelia Street Cafe by Jody and David. It was a friendly crowd, with a nice turnout by my friends (thanks to all who came), and a good community vibe throughout. The show was excellent, with some great, new theatrical piano/speech music by Jed Distler, and some powerful poetry by R. Erica Doyle (whose partner, it turns out, is an old friend of mine from college. Small world).

The pre-show setup was a little hectic, with no time to soundcheck, and some confusion about the tickets and the guest list (a miscommunication, apparently). So I was already in a strange mood, feeling like I had made people's lives more difficult, and uncertain about the sound balance, and generally restless. More than anything, though, I was nervous in anticipation of hearing the Sonata. It's a very personal work, and (I would say) one of my best; it certainly hits an emotional spot in me that is unique and very powerful. It's also very, very hard to play, and so on top of the emotional drama of the piece, there's also a strong dramatic component of the performance - will they stay together? Can they handle the notes? (I'm happy to say that it was an excellent first performance. Not perfect, but very good. Jody and David are some of the most committed and passionate performers I've worked with - a real joy for a composer, and for me personally.)

The work deals strongly with memory and tragedy. (You can read a little more about it here.) When I listen to it, even on recording (and I have a good one, with Mihai and Carlos, though I think we'll re-record it with Jody and David sometime soon), I do not really want to interact with people, afterwards. I want to go sit alone and be contemplative. This is true of many of my works, especially the longer, more introspective chamber pieces. I consider the Sonata, Grosse Tugenden, and Le Tombeau de Ravel to be a trilogy of sorts, and when I hear these pieces I tend to sink in on myself.

I'm sure that this is how many composers (and other artists) feel about some of their work. It can be tortuous to have to deal with your friends, whose presence is such a joy, and so genuinely appreciated, to thank them for coming at the precise moment when you most want to disappear. Sometimes, at the end of the afternoon services on Yom Kippur, when the congregation leaves for a couple of hours before returning for Ma'ariv, the rabbi will ask people to leave silently, to not break the mood by speaking idly and socializing as usual. It can come off as stern, or even forced, but there is something to the maintenance of a spiritual mindset, to holding the position past the boundary of its origin, to taking the spirit of the sanctuary out into the rest of the world. I feel this way about my music, when it works: I want to live with the passion that caused me to write it. Of course, that's too much, to live that way all the time. But I want to at least let it linger, to walk out of the concert hall with the music still in my ears and my body, heart and mind both. It's no one's fault that this is usually impossible; the nature of our social environments is such that what we do when a concert is over is congratulate the participants. It would seem rude to not do so. But I do envy the famous, not for most things, but for this: their fame creates a barrier between themselves and their public. I never would want that barrier to be felt in my life - quite the opposite - except for this one recurring moment that I describe, the lingering moment of music still in the air, the filing-out. I do not want to be there to distract people from the message, or for them to distract me. I want to vanish into the air like the music itself and appear again in the usual spots of our lives together.

But of course, this is impossible. I will not break the social code. Many of my friends are coming not to hear the music so much as to support me in what I do, and I appreciate that; to insist on making the environment anti-social would be a slap in their face. What's more, I strongly resist the idea of music as anything but a social activity, and I even more strongly resist any kind of deification of the composer or the performer. So I want to be in with the rest of the crowd. I am making music that is meant to be experienced in a communal setting, and to not be a part of the community would be hypocritical and offensive to what I believe in.

So then, what I suppose I really wish is the same thing that all artists wish, in our grasping for connection with others through the manufacturing of our products: I wish that people heard the music in the same way that I do. That sounds arrogant, but the reason I wish this is because I want the experience I described above, the lingering of the music, without having to abandon the social quality of the listening and post-listening experience. Our culture does not teach us to let art "get to us." Art is a transient phenomenon in our lives and bodies; we listen or we watch and when we are done we are done. This isn't actually how people experience culture; they find work that actually stays with them, for as long as it is capable of staying with them (which is not long, for most of what's available), and they squeeze the life out of it. But the way we interact around cultural events does not suggest that there is any difference in "the way in" or "the way out". Shouldn't something signal a transformation? Shouldn't the lighting be different, the muzak be softer, something, when you're leaving the movie theater? But then, why should it be, when so little of significance is actually contained in the work that is presented?

On the other side, we have a school of thought regarding contemporary art that treats works as abstractions; the idea of a single reading is generally held as absurd or offensive. Art is a slate onto which readers bring their own lives. And so, from the other direction, the communality of experience is dissolved, this time not from the vapidity of the products but from their abstraction, from the isolation in which each interpretation is meant to be experienced. Even if we are in the same room, we do not have the same experience. This truism dictates the terms of the art that is produced for those spaces.

I do not mean to deny the individual experience. That will always be there and I take it for granted, and celebrate it. But I also want to celebrate the group experience, something we only know how to experience in the violent, oppositional context of the sports arena. I love the feeling of communal joy as a ball drops in for a hit or strike three is called (or the three-pointer at the buzzer falls in or the field goal is good, and so on), but this only carries me so far. What I love more than anything is the moment of sudden silence in a piece, especially a piece I have written, where I feel the audience in the same mental space, on some level, that I am in - I feel the shared experience of an internalized drama, and perhaps a shared sense of emotional space. I don't think we ever really know if other people see the world as we do; I often feel that my entire life is spent looking for conformation of that possibility. One of the times I feel it the most is in those moments, where at least we are all in agreement that something is happening that is worth noticing.

Happy Valentine's Day.

02/14/06


New Concert Spaces for Classical Music - 02/01/06


Great article in the NY Times today about classical music needing to get the hell out of concert halls and into clubs. I couldn't agree more. The only problem is that there simply aren't enough clubs that are appropriate for the music. This isn't stodginess on my part; you can't just throw a string quartet into your average bar setting and expect good things to happen. All the places Anne Midgette cites (Tonic, Galapagos, etc.) are serious music venues, where the expectation is that people in the audience are there to listen, as well as to have a social experience. The only thing that's new about putting a "classical" ensemble there is that they haven't been there before, or not frequently, at least. It's only surprising, in other words, if you expect that classical music "belongs" to Lincoln Center or other such venues.

It's hard to run a space that promotes serious music listening. I'd like to think that these places can find a way to make money, but I don't know the business model well enough to say how feasible that is. Tonic nearly closed last year - not a good sign for the scene, but maybe what they need is an infusion of classical music money into their collective coffers. And there is some money to be had, there. The question is whether the big funders at Lincoln Center and other institutions will come down from the opera boxes to support projects elsewhere.

My sense is that you could probably have put on five operas, and drawn just as many people, for the money that it cost to mount Osvaldo Golijov's Ainadamar at Lincoln Center - if you were willing to look at alternate performance spaces. You'd need a huge advertising blitz, but you'd save tremendous amounts on all the overhead that comes with working at the institutional behemoth that is Lincoln Center. I know that at least one regular reader of this space is an expert in these kinds of issues, so I'll know soon enough if I'm just being ridiculous. And if so, I will come back and correct myself.

But the general point stands - it would be excellent to get more money in more places around the city, and to stop concentrating it in the big-ticket concert halls which have lost their once-populist appeal, and now serve mostly to ossify class divisions and the sense of classical music as something both dead and belonging to the rich. I will always have a place in my heart for Lincoln Center, Carnegie Hall, and the other places, but they are not highly relevant cultural institutions in the way they should be. The way to make themselves more relevant is to make the art they promote more relevant, and that means not hoarding donors, but encouraging them to put their money into innovative projects that reach new audiences.

These institutions are always wondering how to get new people to come into their old seats. Well, that's not going to happen, I'm sorry to say - unless you bring what you have to offer, or something related to it, into an environment that doesn't put people off, and which isn't associated with money and power that is alien to them.

02/01/06


State of the Union is On - 01/31/06


"I faced death with the secure knowledge that you wouldn't have to."

This was attributed to a brave soldier who gave his life in Iraq, writing a letter to his family. I mean no disrespect to the soldier, but I find it shocking that anyone could actually believe this - if his letter, as Bush is using it to mean, implies that the war in Iraq is actually protecting us in any way. It is tragic that men and women are dying for a cause that doesn't exist. That doesn't discount their bravery, but it makes it a misspent virtue. There's not much worse than that.

I feel like I am listening to a totalitarian rally. False democracies are being heralded, the military is being brought out as our chief export, we are told that we must "support" the military and not disagree with our Leader.

Oh, and it what sense do we show compassion to refugees? Was that when we passed a law making it more difficult for refugees to petition for asylum? When we made the Department of Homeland Security get involved in refugee issues?

I do enjoy hearing names of my own pieces quoted - I think Bush just referenced "On the March". He must have listened to the mp3.

Enough for now.

01/31/06


How About This Weather? - 01/30/06


The Northeast, which is the part of the United States where I reside (and have always resided), is currently experiencing a fairly ludicrous heat wave. It has not felt anything like Winter since sometime in December, and today featured temperatures in the New York area approaching 60 degrees. Many people are excited by this weather, and some are horrified, seeing it as proof of global warming and the imminent climate change that we face.

I'm more or less a member of the latter category, though I don't see a warm year or month as "proof" of anything, but rather as a taste of things to come. And I don't like the taste. I'm a very weather-conscious person, and I love the strong Northeastern seasons - the hot, muggy Summers, the brisk Falls, the bitter Winters, the breezy, rainy, and eventually sumptuous Springs. The idea of Place is very important to me, and weather has much to do with a sense of Place, both in its contribution to local ecology (determining, in part, what plants and animals can live there) and in its simple association with a given area. New England would not be New England without its particular climate, at least not to me.

Like most people, I have strong associations with the weather, and particularly with the periods of change - the coming of Spring, Summer's end, and so on. Beyond their Romanticized qualities (Summer's end as the end of, perhaps, childhood?), the changing seasons have a strong psychological effect on me. My personality tends towards the wintry, and Winter is my favorite season, but it is meaningless to speak of one season in isolation from the rest. I love the variety, the change, the transitions, and I love the anticipations and welcomings for the seasons to come and those that are coming, and (perhaps even more, Romantic that I am) the fond farewells and memories of those that are departing or have already gone.

And so to feel Spring when it is actually the dead of Winter is something of an abomination. It is perverse, and though it does, in another sense of the word, "feel good" (and I am about to go take a walk in this perverse pleasantness), I find myself in a melancholic state. Being in its wrong place, it does not feel like the end of something and the beginning of something else - for it is not really the end of Winter or the beginning of Spring - but rather it feels like an intrusion that is a reflection of something gone terribly wrong.

More than simply feeling like such an intrusion, it is in fact one. I know the feeling that I am having, the source of my melancholy, quite well. But I normally know it in the positive sense, when I am doing something that feels like a reflection of what I consider to be "the right way" to live. I get this feeling when I buy and cook and eat local produce. I get it when I spend time with my friends in a communal setting each summer. I get it, in a small form, when I make a lifestyle decision that reflects my values - when I use my cloth bag and can refuse a plastic one from the store, when I help a stranger with a fallen object, when they help me. Some of these things have qualities that would make me happy outside of this sense of "rightness" - the farm-bought (or homegrown) food probably tastes better, I like my friends, it's helpful to have someone assist me - but there's more to it than that. There's a deeper sense of happiness that comes from the alignment of actual living, my actual life, with the values that I hold.

This is the other side of the same coin. Feeling the Spring coming raises certain expectations, and the dissonance between those expectations (that we are coming out of Winter, that we have had a long, difficult Winter, that it will now become warmer and the flowers will bloom) and the reality (it is February) is difficult to stomach. More difficult, however, is the association between this dissonance and the disharmony that it implies: we, as a society, are not living "the right way", we are changing the world in ways that go beyond our ability to predict the consequences, and we are seeing and feeling the effects of this bad living in this warm, unseasonable weather. The weather feels good but it tastes much, much worse. What it represents is a bitter pill.

01/30/06


Patti Smith on Mozart - 01/29/06


I (still) don't have time to write - I am finishing an essay, which I will share on this space when I am through, but I don't have time for the usual little pieces as a result. However, I wanted to share what my friend Betsey sent me - Patti Smith on Mozart. It's a refreshing little note.

it's been a long time since i have written.
i am in paris and it is friday january 27.
i am lucky to attend the premier
of don giovanni on
mozart's 250th birthday.
a truly revolutionary fellow,
he wrote the overture
the night before it debuted.
he had to drink a few flasks
of wine but he did it.
a genius at making the establishment
shudder as he approached deadlines,
he played piano the opening night laughingly, shouting the proper notes
to his fellow musicians.
what a guy. please celebrate. you must have some mozart laying around.
i have the requiem. let's all play him together.
i send all good wishes. i am well and wearing fine black socks i bought
in rome near the vatican.
life is good and better with mozart,

patti smith

01/29/06


An Amusing Ad Campaign - 01/11/06


I'm currently at a percussion residency with the great Sam Solomon, for whom I am writing a piece. So I can't write much, except to say Happy New Year, and also to briefly mention an amusing ad that I received, from the good people at the New York Philharmonic.

It's all well and good that the orchestra has a series called Hear & Now, in which new works by living composers are presented, and the composers are interviewed by Steven Stucky. That's cool. What made me laugh and cry at the same time was the language of the ad, which informs me that "The Future of Music is Here. Now."

Now, I don't have any beef with John Corigliano, John Harbison, or Peter Lieberson. They're not my favorite composers, but they all certainly have written some very fine works, and they are all good composers who should be doing things like writing for the New York Philharmonic. But "the future of music"? Who is writing these things? These aren't even composers who are pretending to write music from the future! If it was a program of hyper-modernist composers who (presumptively) were claiming to be ushering in a new wave of sounds, well, I wouldn't buy the claim, but at least there would be some reason to advertise the concert this way. But Corigliano, Harbison, and Lieberson? This is amazing.

I guess we can just mark this up as another example of why classical music is having trouble. Who is the target audience for this "music of the future"? Who is looking for "the future"? Are those people going to respond to the music that's being billed that way? Is anyone actually asking these questions at the New York Phil? I would hope so, but this sort of thing makes me wonder.

That's all for now. More when I get back to New York or Princeton next week.

01/11/06


A Day at the Frick - 12/28/05


I spent most of yesterday walking around New York and visiting the Frick Collection. I had been tipped off back in October (by a guy I met who works at the Collection) that the Memling exhibit was going to be something special, and should have immediately gone to check it out. But instead, I waited until the last few days of its showing, right at the busiest tourist season of the year - and waited 2 hours to get in. I'm glad to say it was worth it.

Memling's portraits give an incredible sense of the sitters' personalities; their eyes and expressions are unmannered, expressing not a single moment in their lives but rather their "clean" personas - this, Memling says (to me), is who they were. A portraitist must be an empath, I suppose, or a psychologist, reading the sitter's personality from their smallest cues. It's an intimate experience, then, to see these paintings; this was nowhere more apparent than in the rarely-seen diptych pairing Portrait of an Elderly Woman and Portrait of an Elderly Man. The husband and wife come to life as a stately old couple; they seem real, despite the five centuries between us. This is a phenomenal experience, to feel the painting as a tool that bridges the gap of time - not that this is how it was intended, but it nevertheless serves that purpose.

It was striking, also, to see a portrait of Jacob Obrecht, the great Renaissance composer. Memling's mastery brought him to life, as well, again as a real person - a strange and fascinating thing to have happen to a composer who had previously been only a name in a textbook or a CD jacket. I have not spent enough time with Obrecht; now I have an extra motivation to do so.

One painting that broke the mold of clean personality was a diptych of a man praying to the Virgin Mary, holding the baby Jesus. This was the most virtuosic and stunningly beautiful painting on display, and distinct from the others in that the sitter was depicted in the state of prayer - hardly a neutral position. It was a powerful experience to look at the imagine of a 15th-century man in the act of prayer, with the idealized object of his devotion presented in vivid color. This was a different sort of image, but no less moving.

I just got an iPod and haven't transferred most of my music; I didn't have anything that was perfectly appropriate to the exhibit (Obrecht, or perhaps Josquin or something like that). So I listened to the closest thing I could find - Monteverdi's Marienvespers, one of my favorite pieces of sacred music. I'll have to write on that work separately at some point, but something was certainly gained in the combination of the music and the portraits, even if I don't win any points for historical accuracy.

I also spent some time in the main collection of the Frick - it's good to have an excuse to get back there. The Holbein portrait of Thomas More is one of my favorite works of art, as is the Rembrandt self-portrait (I'm sure I'm alone in that). His hands are so huge. And I was fascinated by how the local details of the Rembrandt look so much like modern art - like Autumn Rhythm is embedded in the shadows of his coat. It feels almost like a fractal, in that way - paintings within paintings. The Vermeers they have are astounding, especially Officer and Laughing Girl, which is such a virtuosic work. The map on the wall is enough for me, but the window is what blows me away. How can light striking a window be so powerful?

The Italian Renaissance room is an absolutely sacred space for me. The Francescas, particularly the painting of St. John with the saddest eyes I've ever seen, are a particular highlight. It's frankly cool to see a depiction of Satan in the Buoninsegna Temptation of Christ, too - a Rosemary's Baby for the 14th century. This is what's great about the Frick - it's all great, and the rooms take on a character of their own. I can't imagine any of these works, particularly those in the small rooms (like the Italian Renaissance paintings), outside of the context in which I first saw them.

12/28/05


Listening to Debussy - 12/20/05


I just listened to Debussy's Sonata for Violin and Piano, one of the great composer's last and best works. I'm in the process of working out a commission to write a set of pieces for violin and piano, something I haven't done since High School, and the Debussy Sonata is a fantastic model. Its three movements move through a fantastic array of sounds, melodies, and textures, all in about 14 minutes.

14 minutes! Often, when one says that a piece "feels longer than it is", that's the worst type of criticism. It's usually an indication that the listener is bored, that stretches of the piece pass slowly, for lack of interest. In the case of the Debussy, I would say that the piece does feel much longer than it is - but I mean it in the best of ways. The work is so concise, with material developed so carefully, and with nothing thrown away, that the scope of the musical journey far outweighs the amount of time it takes to move through it. This is an economical work.

It's hard for me to write that - "economical" - because it's a term that one sees and hears very often, without much (if any) explanation. It's usually attached to highly developmental music - German (if old) or modern, for the most part. It describes music that never gives in to the "temptation" to languish on a chord, where the transitions are themselves developmental - "multitasking music", perhaps. It's music that keeps moving. It very often describes very bad music.

Go ahead and see for yourself: search on Google for "economical use of musical material" (without the quotes, perhaps), and see what comes up. You'll find many descriptions of contemporary composers' music, often self-descriptions. I'm not passing judgment on these Google-hit composers, of course, since I don't know their work - but that's really the point, isn't it? There's no correlation to be found between this attribute ("economical use") and the success of these composers.

But then, perhaps these composers and those who describe them are just plain wrong - perhaps they are not, in fact, "economical". The truth is that it's not really that hard to be economical with the use of your musical material. The challenge is to do so and also write music that sounds good. The other type of description you'll find, should you perform that Google search I mentioned, is that of certain more famous composers, usually in reference to particular works. These composers - who all had something going for them to begin with - tightened up the dramatic structure of their work, packing more in a smaller space.

But more what? This is hard to answer, so I return to the Debussy. The Sonata is hardly an endless romp of development; much of the music consists of simple chords and themes with lots of space, and even silence. There are seemingly endless numbers of beautiful melodies in the piece, many of which return in surprising and touching ways. What I think makes the "economy" of the piece work is that all the material is absolutely beautiful. Each melody carries the piece forward to a new place; not much happens and yet, in retrospect, so much has happened.

This is the type of writing to which I aspire. I leave pure economical writing to the economists - composers should be economical through the use of good materials. Like a fine chef, it's all about the ingredients. If you eat better food, you won't need as much of it to feel satisfied; it's the same way with music.

12/20/05


Public Executions - 12/15/05


David Corn writes a thought-provoking piece about the ethics of public executions. Referencing an earlier piece he had written about the McVeigh execution, he says:

There certainly is the public interest. Consider the 1600 journalists who were flocking to Indiana for the event. As others have suggested, televising executions might force some death penalty supporters to confront the gray horror of Big Government executions. Perhaps. Could the widespread viewing of an execution and the attendant (and sure-to-be-nauseating) media spectacle actually cause people to conclude capital punishment is a practice worthy of a supposedly great and democratic nation?

The argument against such reality-TV fare is that it would be too gruesome, a debasement of the culture. Think of the children. No doubt, there is something unseemly and primitive about public executions. But the obvious response is that government, in general, should not be engaged in conduct that cannot bear full exposure. We can make rare exceptions for, say, true national security secrets, but not for matters of taste. Americans who support capital punishment may not want to see it on television (just as veal aficionados may not want to watch a documentary on the slaughter of calves). Let them switch the channel to a World Wrestling Federation match. But those citizens who wish to argue against the death penalty by showing the savagery and dishonor of government executions should have the opportunity to do so.

The critical point here is "government, in general, should not be engaged in conduct that cannot bear full exposure." This idea can be extended beyond the realm of government; government, after all, is only one facet of our civil society. The principle of full exposure is part of my rationale for being a vegetarian (which I've been for 2/3 of my life). If people were confronted with the realities of killing, cleaning, and disassembling animals that would be used for food - even in ideal circumstances, far from the nightmare dystopias in which most of our nation's meat is produced - how many of them would be vegetarians? I feel no ethical qualm with pulling plants out of the earth to consume. If I ever start eating meat again, it will be in a context where I am confronted with the reality of that decision.

Another important arena in which this principle applies is poverty. Wealthy Americans have increasingly separated themselves from the poverty that exists in their society, by moving out of cities and older suburbs and into new suburbs and exclusive, gated communities. Besides exacerbating the problems of poverty by hoarding capital outside of contexts where it can be distributed more equitably (through property taxes, for example), a deeper issue arises: without direct contact with the problems of poverty, the wealthy (or relatively wealthy) are less likely to support government and civic policy that aims to alleviate those problems and the underlying issue of poverty itself.

In a city, it's much more difficult to ignore the effects of poverty that one sees on a day-to-day basis, and which can impact one's life, even if one is not himself or herself poor. Since poverty and its associated ills of low education levels, disrupted family structures, and incarceration - among others - are correlated with crime rates, there is a tangible price to be paid for neglecting the problem that goes beyond the merely altruistic. That said, I would like to think that the bigger issue is one of human decency: it's harder to stomach the effects of poverty when you have to watch people suffering around you, people who are supposedly part of your community. As with the public-execution model, in a city, one is confronted with the effects of the social policy that one has chosen. Don't want to redistribute wealth or support social programs? If you're in a distant suburb, you can pretend that there are no consequences to that decision. But if you live in the city, you have many reasons to want to improve the condition of everyone within that system.

Here I am, once again talking up cities, vegetarianism....and public executions. The standard liberal docket.

But this is a very serious issue. Our entire culture is geared towards avoiding the reality of life itself, an impulse that I wouldn't think to condemn. Is it possible to conceive of living without some story to tell? I don't think so. (Perhaps that's why art is so fundamental to the human condition - because we are always telling ourselves a story.) We need some way of framing the impossibly small and confusing piece of the puzzle that we get to see, some contextualizing tool that allows us to give meaning to our decisions and our actions. The problem comes when the tool that we use is one that promotes destructive behavior, such as hoarding wealth at the expense of those who are hungry, or using our military arsenal to ruin countless lives in places that most of us will never see. The condition of possibility for these behaviors to exist is the belief in a story that justifies or condones them.

By not seeing what we do as a society - by not actually seeing the violence of a lethal injection, by avoiding the poor parts of town, by not knowing where our meat comes from, and so on, and so on - we allow ourselves to accept the stories that perpetuate intolerable conditions. I don't know what it would mean to open ourselves fully to the "real" - to avoid stories entirely. I'm not sure that this is possible, or desirable. But we must certainly reject the stories that allow people to justify immoral behavior. Those stories must be removed from the public sphere and replaced with stories that reflect a more honest and holistic view of the world.

On a personal level, I want to be aware of the problematic elements of my lifestyle, and to avoid them whenever possible. Above all, I want to avoid slipping into any story about my life that justifies those behaviors. Maybe that will be my New Year's resolution for 2006.

I promise I'll write about music soon.

12/14/05


I am Sick of This BS - 12/08/05


Click here to contact Ford Motor Company about their pulling advertising from GLBT publications, after pressure from the anti-gay American Family Association.

Or better yet, let's start our own damn boycott. Let's get the millions of people who support GLBT rights to boycott Ford if they do this. Really, why is it that only the conservative schmucks who want to ban everything get to boycott products? Television stations are constantly pulling shows or editing them out of fear of boycotts, or losing advertisers. It wasn't always this way - think of Martin Luther King, Jr. How about we refuse to watch, say, CBS, until they feature more Asian-Americans in starring roles? Or let's boycott Paramount until they give widespread release to films that feature homosexual and bi-racial couples - not films that are about these couples, but that happen to have such pairings of people in them. Why can't we push these companies on the issues that matter to us - and by "us" I mean the millions of Americans who are reasonable, inclusive, accepting of and interested in difference, refusing to live in fear.

I was speaking with a friend of mine today about the "stagnant 1990s" - the years in which it seemed that everything was OK, politically. Not great, but OK. Beneath the surface, of course, people were suffering horribly, but the so-called Left could (and did) fool itself into complacency. This complacency came at a horrible cost - a cost we're still paying in the form of a massively organized and galvanized Right and this nightmare presidency. If you don't push in the direction you want, even when things are "pretty good", the people on the other side will eventually push things back in their direction. If we had taken the steps to organize the progressive movement when things were good, there would have been an infrastructure in place to counter the assault we're facing at the present.

This Ford thing makes me realize that it's not enough to address these issues when they come up - as in this case right now. We have to always be vigilant, demanding incremental improvements to make our society better. Let's address this issue and keep pushing, all the time. It's not easy to care about things, but the alternative is much worse.

12/08/05


Write the New York Times a letter - 12/07/05


Yesterday, I was in New York at my dad's place, and he gets the New York Times delivered to his home. I was thumbing through the sports section, when I noticed an article of interest, which probably not too many readers of this website had a chance to catch: "If a Student Can Major in Piano, Why Can't a Player Major in Passing?", by Dan McDermott.

When I say "of interest", I mean this in the same way that I would use the term for a Scott McClellan press conference. Honestly, I had to read this article a few times before I even understood the point it was trying to make. Along the way, I was distracted by the absurd suggestions that the author makes to support his weird conclusion.

I forwarded this to a bunch of opinionated and/or music-related friends, asking them to send the New York Times a letter, saying how ridiculous this piece was. I wrote one:

Dan McDermott says that "we are living a double standard" by granting degrees to classical musicians while chastising athletes who single-mindedly pursue their dreams ("If a Student Can Major in Piano, Why Can't a Player Major in Passing," December 4). Well, a different and much more prevalent "double standard" grants athletes access to higher education with far greater ease than similarly qualified musicians or writers. More disturbing is the author's suggestion that supporting the arts is classist. If he doesn't see how the arts are more than just "entertainment", I'm glad he left the field of music to become a salesman. But why is this issue even being raised in the sports section?

I hate writing letters to the Times. They need to be very short, and I often feel like my point is lost in the process of cutting out words or sentences. This is one of those cases. In particular, my letter hardly even addresses the charge of classism, besides noting that it is "disturbing." That's hardly a strong rebuttal.

Interestingly, my call-to-arms was met with resistance from some of the people on my e-mail list. I have been writing about the issue for the past few days, hoping to argue my position in this space, but my thoughts are incomplete and I don't want to do the usual think-and-never-post thing. So I'm going to stop here and hopefully continue sometime soon.

On a more general note, I'm going to make an effort to post here more regularly. Not sure who I'm telling that to, but there it is.

12/07/05


Shark Attack! (live string quartet music next Tuesday) - 11/21/05




I generally believe in the principle of taking advantage of the opportunities that present themselves to you. Sometimes you're just too busy, but when interesting people are doing interesting things (as they tend to) and invite you to be a part of that (as is less often the case), it's a good thing to say "yes" as often as possible.

In that spirit, I've been "doing" many "things" this year - thanks to Princeton, which has given me time and space and funding (!) to pursue various projects. That includes the Free Speech Zone tour, which just finished up last week (for this particular iteration) and about which I'll write more soon. It also includes pushing NOW Ensemble forward, and it now includes a collaborative project with composer Anna Clyne that we're calling Puzzled. We've been planning this since the summer - short concerts of continuous music for acoustic instrumentalists that will be placed in non-traditional environments. Like the Free Speech Zone tour, and in some ways, like NOW Ensemble, it's a means of putting our music in places that "classical music" typically has failed to access, places where people like myself (and Anna and David and Missy and most of my friends) prefer ourselves to hear music.

The excellent techno/d&b/ambient producer/composer Morgan Packard invited me to take part in a diverse-genre, multi-music series he's putting together at Stay, a bar on Houston Street in Manhattan. It will be a very laid-back evening, totally non-concert-ish, but with what should be very cool music throughout the night. This seems like the time, both in my life and in our cultural life, to try things out, to see what works for people. As far as I'm concerned, any way that we can make music meaningful to people is a worthwhile endeavor. Next Tuesday will be one of the many new directions I'm looking to try.

11/21/05


Free Speech Zone Tour - 10/31/05


Sorry I've been so absent, lately. I have many ideas but very little time to get them down. Mostly, it's because of my full commissioning schedule and my preparation for our big, upcoming tour. Speaking of which, here's my recent listserver announcement about that:

This week feels like the quiet before the storm! Next week, the Free Speech Zone Tour is finally going to hit New York, New Haven, and Cambridge. After months of preparation, we've put together a great show of politically-themed music and film that promises to provide a moving and powerful experience for those who hear and see it. NOW Ensemble and Newspeak are teaming up to premiere new works by John Halle and Missy Mazzoli, along with music by Patrick Burke, David T. Little, Keeril Makan, Missy Mazzoli, Frederic Rzewski, and myself.

This is one of the most important events I've been a part of in recent memory, so I hope that many of you can come and hear what we've been working on. This should be a really good show.

I'll be represented on the program by Free Speech Zone, my large-scale political work that was commissioned by Merkin Hall last season and premiered there by NOW Ensemble. I think it's one of my more dramatically successful pieces, and NOW plays it fantastically, so I'm very excited to bring it out again in a different context.

In New York, we're playing at the Knitting Factory on Wednesday, November 9, at 9:30 PM. We're also playing at Galapagos (in Williamsburg, Brooklyn) on Friday, November 11, at 7:00 PM. The two shows will have somewhat different programs, and tickets for the second are half-price with a stub from the first, so come to both if you can! In New Haven, we'll be playing at Firehouse 12 on Saturday, November 12, at 8:30 PM. In Cambridge, we'll be at MIT's Killian Hall on Sunday, November 13, at 3:00 PM, with special guests Non Zero, as part of the National Insecurity Festival.

On the horizon, mark November 29 in your calendars for the debut of a new project I'm working on, called Puzzled, that will be part of an evening of ambient-ish music at a downtown bar. More information on that soon.

10/31/05


Short Thought on Protest Music - 9/28/05


My friend David watched tonight's PBS Documentary, Get Up, Stand Up, a chronicle of popular music and protest, and had a good point. Once the documentary got past the "acceptable" era of protest, which ended after Vietnam, much of the music they examined was not protest music at all. At the same time, they left out significant challenges to recent governmental policies and the political system, in general - Ani DiFranco and Rage Against the Machine were absent, but Paul McCartney singing "Freedom" for the 9/11 families was prominently featured. What was that protesting, exactly?

It seems that the current administration has successfully created a culture of fear in publicly-funded agencies, such that even a documentary about protest cannot chronicle the recent protests that have occurred. And if it's not chronicled, to most people, it didn't happen.

This reminds me of last year's RNC protest, when I was marching with hundreds of thousands of people towards Madison Square Garden, watching a giant television screen telling me (occasionally, between "more important" news items) that "thousands" were protesting at the very spot that I was standing. I guess they could have said "dozens", too, and it would have been technically accurate. I recall a story my friend told me about protesting at the 2000 RNC in Philadelphia. There, the police had spread stories about dangerous "anarchists" who were threatening violence, and used this cover to arrest and detain hundreds of peaceful protesters, as well as to limit the breadth of the protests, generally. The news media gladly hitched onto the sensational story of violence and anarchy; they showed some of the minimal violent activity that did take place, along with clips from other past protests that depicted violent activity, to paint a picture of the peaceful protest as a hotbed of anti-government insurgency. My friend called his mother to check in one evening (he was camping out at the protests), and she immediately told him that she was horrified that he was involved in such terrible, violent activity. He had no idea what she could be talking about, as he'd seen little or no violence (except from the police), but her vantage point through the media had stuck and there was not much he could say to convince her of its untruth.

Many have mentioned the media coverage of Hurricane Katrina as a possible shift from blindly accepting government claims to actually challenging those claims with reporting and hard evidence. I hope this is true; it would make all the difference in the world to have a media with a backbone, but the evidence on shows such as tonight's Pop/Protest documentary - which should be controversial, by its very nature - seems to suggest otherwise.

9/28/05

P.S. Easily the most amazing moment that I saw in the documentary came during the segment on Rap, when in the midst of a series of commentaries by rappers and people involved in the hip hop industry, we finally got to hear the voice that we somehow always knew had things to say about the importance of hip hop: Graham Nash.

Graham Nash?

I think his comment was along the lines of, "I think it's great for people to say whatever they want. That's very important." Fight the power, Graham!

9/29/05


New Concert Listings - 9/08/05


I've updated my When page to include all the exciting stuff that's coming up this year. No more living in the past. As you can see, I have many pieces that need to be written - for the uninitiated, calling something "New Work" in an upcoming concert is a sign that you haven't come close to finishing the piece.

The current projects on my table are two solo works, for Sam Solomon and Nadia Sirota. Sam's piece, in particular, is presenting special challenges. Since I'm a composer who tends to think primarily in terms of harmony and ensemble, a solo work for percussion neatly avoids my comfort zone. But I'm excited about the project for that very reason; it presents an opportunity for me to grow as a composer.

Performers can fairly easily target repertoire that will teach them something - a performer who specializes in Romantic repertoire, for example, can pick up a Baroque work, and learn the idiomatic style that's involved with performing that well. For players of contemporary music, it might occur to a "downtown" performer to try their hand at some 12-tone music (then again, it might not). For composers, every piece presents the opportunity to try something new, as there are no constraints on the content of each work. But extreme cases such as a solo percussion work are particularly useful in honing in on areas that might otherwise be neglected. I hope I can write Sam the piece he deserves, and I'm sure that whatever the result, I will have learned something in the process.

Sha-na-na-na....

9/08/05


Back Again, and Check Out This Story - 8/16/05


Once again, I've been hopping around the country for various weddings and vacations. In between, I've been back in the New York/New Jersey area for some hardcore work sessions. The combination of the two has left precious little time to write, unfortunately, but I have some topics that I'd like to tackle when I have a few extra minutes on hand. For now, I'm just going to say that I am, in some sense, back.

I'd like to direct your attention to this story, found on Daily Kos, only because it is so beautifully perfect in its encapsulation of the right-wing machine's ability to distort, ignore, and pervert the truth for any perceived gain.

Here's the story, which deals with a supposed snub that Hillary gave to a group of military moms. The right-wing response to that story, which wasn't (by the way) true, was predictably quite opposite to their recent tarnishing of Cindy Sheehan.

I'm not sure how I feel about Sheehan, in all honesty, but that's hardly the point.

I'd also like to share at least one picture from Alaska, since I think it sums up my trip quite nicely, minus the great time I had with my friends, and the beautiful wedding I attended (thanks to Matt Wessler for taking the pic, and for the evening hike - this was taken at around 11 at night!):



More to come! I hope everyone's having a great summer. 8/16/05




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