Monday, February 25, 2008

Krljavestica!

I think I may have mentioned my newest project in a previous post or two (I'm way too lazy right now to go back and look) so I thought I'd post a little update on the progress of "Krljavestica!".  The first and most amazing thing I think I should write concerns my recent meeting with a CMU alumnus who was visiting to speak in a special seminar on careers in the arts.  He has found success as an actor (apparently leading in the new Mike Myers film yet to be released) and is a trained musician.  Anyway, we got on about discussing our various professional accomplishments and latest projects and I produced the score from under my arm (it's too big to fit in my bag, I have a weird fetish for giant scores) and cleverly showed him the cover page.  


Now, to be sure, when most people are bombarded by the barrage of consonants that is the word Krljavestica, they usually flinch like someone is throwing a haymaker at their forehead.  This fine chap, however, immediately raised a querious eyebrow and said, "is that Serbian?"  

Well, I nearly fainted, and as it turns out he is also in a band with a young Balkan fellow who was once the leading rock singer in Serbia.  Although I would have remained far more impressed had he not told me that bit.

Back to the point.  I have written a large work for choir, soloists, 2 pianos and large percussion ensemble (2 players) which I am producing and conducting under the guidance of Robert Page.  We have hand selected a wonderful group of singers (24 in total) from around Pittsburgh and a fine cast of soloists all of whom I will be cramming those consonants into and forcing them to sing to me in Serbian starting March 5.

On the work itself, the subject matter was revealed to me by JSTOR one day while I was obsessively researching traditional vampire folklore.  Naturally, as "real" vampires are categorized as disturbed ghosts or zombies (a subject for another post) the subject of witches and witchcraft came up as related in my search.  Though there is no mention of vampires, JSTOR produced an article depicting a curious Balkan festival celebrated on the eve of Lent every year and most recently observed by an outsider in the mid 1980s.  It's sort of a "Serbian Mardi Gras" and involves the construction of bonfires, leaping and exclaiming wild incantations, blackening faces with ash, the slaughtering and consumption of an unfortunate hen (representing a witch in her transformed state), all to guard against the influence of witchcraft, as witches are holding their sabbath during that time.  I was immediately reminded of the fantastic paintings of Goya, and indeed reaching further back to various woodcuts from the Nuremberg Chronicles and other wonderful books depicting similar events which clutter my sagging bookcases.  Possessed by the theatrical nature of the idea, I gathered up some lines of Serbian text from the article (only 5 in all) and set to work crafting the piece.  It took me about 4 months to complete the score, and 2 weeks ago Friday I started rehearsing with my ensemble.  This Friday I hope to have a recording of the rehearsal (sans choir) which I will post as a preview, but if you're already thinking Les Noces, Renard or Carmina Burana you're not too far off.  This work I am hoping will be my contribution to the canon of exotic percussion cantatas.

More updates on that in the future.  Rehearsals have been going exceedingly well, needless to say I am crazy excited to hear the choir!

New Music UPDATE

Okay, so since I am an ignoramus the example in my previous post of Dave Matthews completely misses the point I was trying to make as it was pointed out to me by one of my more informed peers that Matthews in fact has pioneered an up-to-date Grateful Dead style jam-band kind of improv which is the particular quality of his music that draws his audience. Also, you have just witnessed the longest run-on sentence at least in this blog. It's a lot of fun if you read it out loud without taking any breaths. Or maybe I'm just crazy.

Thursday, February 21, 2008

New Music, Old Music

Just a brief post concerning something Bob Page said in a choral rehearsal this past Tuesday. He finished all he wanted to rehearse, with about 10 minutes to spare, sat down on his stool and brooded for a minute before asking who in the group had seen the 60-Minutes segment on Dudamel. Naturally, as the room was 90% full of college age vocal majors (sorry, had to say it) not a single hand was raised. Admittedly, I didn't see it either, my only excuse being that I have no interest in owning a television, so I rely on reading the New York Times Arts section on a daily basis. Of coure, when he asked who had read the article in Opera News OR Classical Voice about power-house mezzo Stephanie Blythe, he was met by the same sea of blank faces (or the Carnegie Mellon silent treatment, as he likes to say).

At any rate, Page launched into a fairly excited rant about how wonderful it was to see the enthusiastic youth taking hold of the classical music establishment, and, hopefully, breathing some life and interest back into it. He went on to pose the question of "why do we do this?" to the group, saying "Benjamin Britten: DEAD, Vaughn Williams: DEAD, Franz Schubert: DEAD... so why do we waste our time and energy doing this?" He pointed out that in Brahms' time, orchestras and choirs did not perform any music by dead composers, indeed, all music approaching the dawn of the 20th century was very much alive, and it was an afternoon event to go and hear the latest symphony by the young new composers, not always to the rave reviews ignorant and aging audiences praise them with today. After that reflection, he asked one of the sopranos in the front row how much live music she had seen in the pat year. She told him "I've only seen opera"

"Which ones?"

"Mozart, Verdi, Bizet..." her voice seemed to drop as she began to see his point, and suddenly she was almost embarrassed by the realization that she fit right into his criticism, even if as an accessory to the modern trend in concert going. Then, a rambunctious soprano a few seats over chimed in with "FLIGHT!" realizing that they had all seen the Pittsburgh premiere of Jonathan Dove's opera. Not exactly "new", as it received its world premiere in 1998, but still the whole front row came away terribly impressed with themselves.

In an attempt to be more honest, and not give the same "song and dance" (Dr. Page's term for kids who try too hard to supply "meaningful" answers or look more mature than they are) one boyish tenor chirped up and announced he had been to a Dave Matthew's Band concert a few months prior. Then another tenor joined in by pointing out that most of the class attends the new music concerts given by their peers in the composition department, which seemed to impress Bob quite a bit. Still, it only made me think of the number of composers, not voice majors, not novice music appreciators, who decline to attend legitimate public performances of new works. The young composers continue to exude this incurable attitude that if they suspect they won't like something, if they think it will be weird, or it's "not my style" they should avoid it. I raised my hand from the observation deck and supplied my opinion that as a musician, the first concert you should make it your priority to see is the one you think you'll like the least. It's called a challenge, and there is always something to learn. On that same subject, concerning pop music, I also couldn't help thinking about the Dave Matthews concert, which, by my assessment, falls victim to the same trends in listening as classical music does. We ran out of time, but later I couldn't help wondering how many "new" songs, meaning tunes that no one had heard, world premieres, do you think Dave Matthews performed at that concert? My assumed answer: zero. Even of his own music, he just gets up there and plays the "Bach and Mozart" that everyone wants to hear.

So why do I do it? Because I have to. Let's not over think it. As for anyone else... I hope they will learn to challenge themselves, or at least pick up a newspaper and become informed about the world they are making their parents spend so much money on preparing them for.

Sunday, February 10, 2008

Works in Glass

Nothing is more inspiring than having the opportunity to have your work premiered by a professional ensemble and being received warmly and with open mind.  Such inspiration came to me last night (as I have been leading up to in my recent posts) at the "reading" and premiere of my work "Blaschka" by our visiting artists, Eighth Blackbird.  The evening began with a rehearsal which dedicated 30 minutes to each of the composers who had been selected to represent their University (there were four of us).  The compositions were all excellent and in their extreme variety proved a brilliant cross section of the possibility of style and sonority, from jazz inspired swing to abstraction through a microscope (I'll take credit for that one).  


Following the rehearsal (after delicately moving CMU's only harpsichord from the rehearsal space to the performance space and lifting it onto the stage... yes, at the end we had to move it back) was the concert which to my initial horror was partially attended by about 100 highschoolers from Cleveland who arrived on a tour bus.  After my announcement concerning cell phones and so forth the audience ended up being as quiet as church mice, quieter even than a typical concert going audience!  It provided for an excellent recording, which is posted below.

In reflection, while having a work performed by such a wonderful and well recognized ensemble flashes fantasies of possible commissions and sudden worldwide exposure for one's music, the most important part of the experience to me was having a group of people take your music seriously and show up prepared and ready to play, accommodating your wishes and visions.  Of course, this has not been my first premiere bordering outside the realm of academia, indeed I spent the last four years working full time in the so-called "real world" (avoid it if you can) but this has certainly been a deeply significant marker on my journey back to creativity, and I predict only great things will develop out of it!

As for the work, it is sadly incomplete, represented here are the first two of what I hope will develop into four or five movements.  As explained in a previous blog or two, the work is inspired by the incredible glass sculpture of Leopold and Rudolf Blaschka who created magnificent models of sea life (both microscopic creatures blown up and life-sized) for natural history museums around the world toward the end of the 19th century.  So now in size order are my impressions of their representations of two wonderfully strange creatures, Actinophrys Sol, and Argonauta Argo or the "paper nautilus".  The preceding links are to images of the actual creatures, below you will find images of the Blaschka models.  Have a listen and let me know what you think!




















Sunday, February 3, 2008

Satoh-san

Every week the composition department at Carnegie Mellon meets for an hour in "Composition Seminar", a class which brings in outside talent or invites students to present their work in a discussion. This past Friday, we had the honor of being visited by the Japanese composer Somei Satoh, in Pittsburgh for the premiere of a dance piece he was commissioned to write by Attack Theatre. I say "honored" only in reflection as I admittedly had never heard of Mr. Satoh, or "Satoh-san" as another of our guests who accompanied him would continually call him. He arrived veiled in mystery, fiercely Japanese in his unmoving and quiet demeanor, shaved head and stoic scowl. Every movement was rehearsed, he seemed carefully conscious of his posture and spoke (in Japanese, to a female interpreter who sat with knees locked together and hands placed gently palms down atop her thighs in a typically Japanese fashion) almost to the air, calmly and authoritatively. Of course, what most impressed me about Satoh-san's visit was his hauntingly spacious music. I felt, in a way, vindicated by his talk as he addressed the same points which I have been trying to get across to my fellow composers about the use of space, silence and ambiguity in pulse and concept of time. One of the most striking things he said, which goes hand in hand with my own philosophy, is how music itself is "dead". He went on to explain how he felt that before music is created it is dead (or, I think, he meant "nothing" or "empty") while it is being performed it is alive, and by the time each note has been struck, it is dead again.

That is to say, as I have tried to explain to many of my non-musician friends, music is the most abstract form of art, because even once a piece is written, the score is still only an idea. When a painter paints a painting, it is there in front of him, a tangible object containing expressions of the intangible, but "real" nonetheless. When a piece of music is created, it exists only in the thoughts of its creator until that time when it might be performed, and even then it immediately decays with the passage of time and once the performance is finished (indeed, once each note disappears into the cavern of the performance space) it returns to that abstract purgatory, hopefully in the thoughts of not only the composer, but those to performed it and those who listened.

Another point Satoh-san made, when confronted by the question "does your music serve a higher expression, spiritually or the like?" was to say that the composer must "erase" or "kill himself" in creating his music. This, of course, is a deeply Buddhist and Shinto ideal, understood unanimously in the East, and misinterpreted unanimously in the West. I loved his point, that ego must be eradicated in order to serve the music, as the music does not serve us, but we serve it. It is also very clear why he has developed this attitude as he went on to explain to us that he has no formal Western musical training, but was raised by traditional Japanese dancers and musicians who are all taught the same ideals to perfect their musical ability.


Another point Satoh-san made that amused me was when a visitor to our class asked how he notated his music.  Of course, this was a sensible question and built upon a point I had raised (or tried to raise) in asking him how he interpreted the difference between space and silence (one possibly being metered and the other being ambiguous) as it was unclear whether his music was notated traditionally, graphically, spatially, etc.  His answer to the visitor's question (after much seemingly frustrated postulating in Japanese) was, "that makes no sense to me!"

Of course, what Satoh-san was trying to communicate was that it doesn't matter "how" the music is notated, so long as it is communicated effectively to the performers.  Contrary to my own belief in having an established system of notation, at the very least consistently through a single score, I did see his point, and one of his accompanying musicians (an American) explained that his music is very traditionally notated in the classical fashion.

All in all, it was a fascinating glimpse at one of the few Eastern composers whom I feel has truly established a genuine style rooted in his native vocabulary rather than simply falling into the chic trend of imitating the West once Western instruments have been put at his disposal.  Satoh-san speaks in his own voice, does not compromise his philosophy and speaks very openly about his distaste for classical music that is overly academic.  Indeed, the basis of his discussion was to say that "technique is not music" and learning technique does not teach you how to write.  He commented on Western composers imitating the East, such as John Cage, as using "dead" silence in their music, and only achieving a cold emulation of what they may have discovered when looking to the East.  He closed by saying that he has never taught composition, and if CMU were to offer him a job teaching, he would turn it down as he feels he would have nothing to teach.