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What I’ve Been Writing, and a World Premiere

Saturday, November 28th, 2015

I took a moment this morning to put the final touches on one work, and “check in” with two more.

I spent part of October finishing a new piano cycle, The Rainbow’s Daughter.  This is one of those rare pieces that I’ve written without a commission, although the first movement, “Polychrome’s Prism,” was composed as part of the Cleveland Composer’s Guild collaboration with the Music Settlement for Taniya Dsouza, a student of Nella Kammerman here in Cleveland.  I wanted to explore more fully the character of Polychrome, who appears in L. Frank Baum’s The Road to Oz, the fourth of his Oz novels.  I discovered Polychrome as I was reading the Oz books to my son, Noah, and thinking about a set of pieces based on characters from this land across the desert.  I knew that I didn’t want to focus on the obvious foursome–Dorothy, the Tin Woodman, the Scarecrow, and the Cowardly Lion–but on at least a few of the other very interesting characters in Baum’s world.  I considered writing short sketches about several subjects, but in writing “Polychrome’s Prism,” I discovered a tetrachord, [0236], that could be easily modified to any of the four triads.  “Prism” made use of the minor triad, so I developed a plan to base three subsequent movements on the augmented, diminished and major triads.  Thus, “Polychrome’s Passion,” “Polychrome’s Pearl,” and “Polychrome’s Power.”  It has been interesting, and refreshing, to write a piece using such specific harmonic materials.  This is not my typical way of composing, but it felt like a necessary and important exercise.  The four pieces seem to speak a common language, and, as intended, reflect a single character.  I am now, of course, stuck with a piece that has no plan for a performance.  I will send it out to some of my previous collaborators, or perhaps find a performer for an upcoming Cleveland Composers Guild performance.

In October, I also began work on a commission from Renee Goubeaux, a cellist with the Toledo Symphony, for a new work for cello and piano.  It has been nearly a decade since I wrote for a solo stringed instrument, and it has been fun digging into the capabilities and potential of a world I haven’t visited in a while.  I have the piece about half-written–it will be a ten- to twelve-minute piece, and there is currently about six minutes of music, but it is on hold while I’ve given the draft to Renee for comment.  I’m curious to see how this part of the collaboration works.  Renee and I went to high school together, and she is the first composer I ever met–we both started composing in the gifted and talented program.  I don’t think she has kept up with that side of her creative work, but she at least knows about the process of putting notes on paper, and it will be interesting to bring someone with her background in at this phase of the creative process.  The piece is tentatively titled Meditation, since I’ve been reading Marcus Aurelius this fall.

Earlier this month, I sat down with Jon Wilterdink, our pastor at Shoregate United Methodist Church, for lunch in the cafeteria at Lakeland.  We discussed worship and the arts, and what the church can be doing to foster the work of artists.  I had reached out to him after reading this article on the subject.  At the end of our conversation, he asked me to contribute musically to our worship for the coming Lenten season.  The idea that immediately came to mind was a cycle of organ pieces based on the Seven Last Words of Christ.  Rob Shuss, our organist, was game, so I have started writing, according to a fairly intricate plan.  I have associated each saying with several Scriptural and musical elements, so each movement will also refer to one of Jesus’ parables and to a Psalm, as well as being focused on a specific diatonic mode (progressing from Lydian to Locrian over the course of the cycle), and emphasize a diatonic interval within that mode.  The pieces will be premiered on the six Sundays in Lent (beginning Febraury 14, 2016) and on Good Friday.  This is my first work for organ, so I’m taking some time to try to understand this instrument, but also trying to work steadily, as Rob will need the pieces as soon as possible.  I have written the first movement, “Father forgive them,” in Lydian mode, emphasizing the interval of the second, and associated with Psalm 3, and the parable of the Pharisee and the Tax Collector.

This is my first sacred music written on commission in many years, and the first to be performed in over a decade.  One struggle I have had as a composer is finding outlets and opportunities to write music about my faith.  There is a huge demand for music in the church, of course, but not for work that pushes musical boundaries in search of a spiritual experience.  The difficult thing has been to find a community that meets our spiritual needs but that is also interested in what I can offer.  I’m excited to make this attempt, although 28 minutes of music for an unfamiliar instrument in just a couple of months is a little daunting.  At least Christmas break is in the intervening period, and the later pieces can be polished even as the earlier ones are being premiered.

Speaking of premieres, Antoine Clark and the McConnell Arts Center Chamber Orchestra gave a splendid first performance of my work …into the suggestive waters… in Worthington, Ohio on November 1.  Becky was unable to attend because of back troubles, but my father and brother came along, and my mother came to the dress rehearsal so that she could watch the kids during the concert.  Having a professional orchestra commission and play my music was a fantastic feeling.  I now need to work on getting a second performance of the piece somewhere, and that means leaning on conductors and sending them the excellent recording of the premiere.  I made some great contacts at the post-concert reception, and I would love to increase the presence of my music in my hometown.

John Luther Adams’ Inuksuit in Cleveland

Sunday, September 21st, 2014

About a month ago, my old college classmate Doug Perkins posted a notice on facebook about an upcoming performance of Inuksuit, John Luther Adams’ piece for lots of percussionists.  He was looking for volunteers (a trick that probably only really would work with percussionists, by the way… try getting ninety-nine string players to play a concert-length piece with two rehearsals and no pay), and as I tried to put him in touch with people, he mentioned that Group 1 requires conch players, and that it was nice to seed the group with a couple of brass players who could really blow.  I needed no more invitation.  A few days later, the conch I ordered from Steve Weiss had arrived.  Yesterday and today I took part in the rehearsals and performance of what is really an epic piece, with the composer in attendance, and with huge organizational assistance from my former theory student Amy Garapic.  It’s a small world (as if we didn’t need reminders).

I met all sorts of players–musicians came from six states, some of whom had played the piece before, and this reinforces my idea that music is about people.

Trying to understand Adams’ piece while playing my part (breathing, conch shell calls, a hand siren, a brake drum, and a triangle) wasn’t easy, but at today’s performance in Lake View Cemetery, I think it’s starting to make sense.

Homo sapiens is a species that is in the world, but not completely of it.  We are born breathing, living, like any other life form, but we eventually come to overwhelm our surroundings.  I asked John Luther Adams whether he had an ideal site in mind for the work, and he said that he did not–just as humanity has adapted itself (or adapted the environment to itself) no matter where it finds itself, in my “meaning” of the work.  It builds, and builds, and builds for nearly forty minutes–my hands are sore from cranking my siren, but the siren is perhaps representative of the crisis, or urgency created by our very presence.  And, finally, there is the moment when all of the “human” sounds give way, fading into the distance as the piece merges with its environment, and the performers merge with the audience.  The audience today didn’t know when to applaud, and there was a good minute of silence at the end, as the wind blew, and the sounds of Cleveland reclaimed the space, the space in which lie the remains of those humans who made Cleveland prosperous, but filthy, with a burning river, now decaying back into the dust from which they were formed.  In the end, the planet will remain after us.

This is only my program, of course, and if I had been an audience member instead of a performer, I might have come away with a very different idea.  The audience seemed at first festive, then curious, then rapt.  There were people taking cell phone pictures, and children playing, and some people who stumbled on to us during a Sunday afternoon stroll, but I think many had a kind of spiritual experience, akin to worship (incidentally, the wind seemed to be strongest at the beginning and the end, dying off in the middle–it seems to me that if you perform a piece about God’s creation on a Sunday morning, He will probably take an interest).  An incredible way to spend a weekend!

Panhandle, I wish you good luck and Godspeed!

Saturday, July 7th, 2012

We’re gone in a week, and I want to make sure that I get to this.

When I was in fifth grade, I went to Space Camp in Huntsville, Alabama.  The place was very much a work in progress at that moment, and was enjoying a surge in popularity brought on by the movie of the same name.  They were building cool, futuristic-looking dorms that looked like something an astronaut would sleep in, but when I was there, all the boys were in a barracks-style dorm underneath the main building.  The first night, after lights-out, the dorm manager came in and gave a little speech about his expectations for keeping the place in order (as all of us pre-pubescents lay stock still freaking out on our bunks).  The last night, he came back, told us we had done a good job (after all, we were a bunch of kids who wanted to be astronauts), and ended with the phrase, “Gentlemen, I wish you good luck and Godspeed!”

Twenty-five years later, I’m leaving the place that has become my home, and the first job that I can say that I really liked, and I want to give the same kind of message to the Panhandle.  I came here with my wife because it was a job teaching college music.  These aren’t easy to come by, folks–you don’t just pick schools you like and send out applications, and when there is an opening, at least in my area of music theory and composition, there are typically about 100 or so applicants, all more or less qualified.  I didn’t really have much idea how long we would stay, but I don’t think I would have said it would be five years.  Now, though, I look back and realize that I’ve been at OPSU longer than I’ve been *anywhere* since I’ve been an adult.  And most of it I wouldn’t do any differently.

I want to thank a few people who have made my time here good, starting with my wife and my son (did I mention that five years ago we had no idea that we would adopt a fantastic and perfect little boy who would be born in Guymon, Oklahoma?).  Becky took her marriage vows seriously and left a good job in a great city to come with me.  I joke that as we drove across the country to get here, it got flatter and flatter and browner and browner, and I kept watching for the brake lights on her car to come on so she could turn around and divorce me, but we pushed through, even when we drove through Greensburg, Kansas, which had been flattened by a tornado about six weeks earlier.  She’s put up with my musician’s temperament and listening to all of my favorite music in the car for almost ten years now, and I don’t know what I’d do without her.  We make a heck of a team, and I’m proud to have her as the best wife ever.  And, just when I had life down, Noah came along and everything got even better–I can thank Becky for making that happen, too.  I don’t know if he’ll remember much of this place, or if he’ll believe some of the things we tell him about it, but he’s an Okie from the ‘Handle, and we’ll definitely bring him back someday.

I need to thank Dr. Sara Richter, who has been a great person to work for, and who gave me a chance five years ago.  I need to thank the other people I’ve worked alongside–especially Joel Garber, Mariah Carrel-Coons, Linda Hugghins, Steve Banks, Kevin Coons, Tito Aznar, Russell Guthrie, Matt Howell, Sandy Cross, and Rene Brain.  You’ve been great colleagues, and I hope I’ve landed with as good a bunch at my new gig.  Keep fighting mediocrity!  Thank you, too, to all the administrative folks at OPSU.

If I didn’t say thank you to a larger network of colleagues and collaborators, I would be remiss.  Guymon and Goodwell are not exactly artistic hubs (although I’ve made some good music here), so being in touch with people online has been the saving grace of my artistic life.  Serendipity happens in all kinds of ways, though, and running into Nancy Joy on an airplane four Christmases ago was a fantastic opportunity for me.  Thank you, too, to  Dianna Anderson, Orieta Dado, Avguste Antonov, BJ Brooks, Rachel Ware, Skye Garcia, Mike Stone, Daniel Baldwin, Jim McAllister, Mike Manser, Milt Allen, Carly Johnson, CJ Talbott, Randolph Johnson, Greg Robin, and everyone else who, even if you have never set foot in the ‘Handle, has been a part of my artistic and professional life here.  Some of you have commissioned pieces, others have performed music that I wrote for someone else, and some have just been great sounding boards and friends.  I can’t thank three people enough–Don Harris, my graduate advisor (who, as of last month, is finally Dr. Harris), Dan Perttu, who, along with his wife Melinda, has been a great friend post-graduation just as he was in school, and Wes Flinn, who has been a conference roommate, fellow-candidate, and patient listener, in addition to being my first composition teacher back in 1996–if that weren’t enough, he sent me the posting for my new gig (and congrats on your new gig, Wes).

Thank you to the music educators who sent students to play and study music at OPSU, and who have also made music with me, and made my job easier by letting me into your classrooms to recruit your students–from west to east, Lendell Ford, Misty Viner, Chris Lehew, Melissa Law, LaQuita Graham, Tom Lee, Travis Hathcote, Sandy Cross, Seth Boothby, Tina Zollinger, Mike Minton, Dan Faulkner, Angela Flanagan, David Christie, Jim Parham, Charles Trayler, Fred Pankratz, Lance Burnett, Cara McDonald, Rachel Nuse, David Mudd.  “If your program is strong, then mine will be strong!”

I need to thank my church family at Guymon Church of the Nazarene, especially Pastors Wayne Dawson, Gregg Counce, and Angela Walker, Kenny and Jane Mason (Noah’s first babysitters!), Monty and Debbie Sanders, and the long-suffering college students who were in my “Crazy Love” Bible study in the summer of 2010, along with all the musicians I’ve worshipped with.

And I need to thank my students–all of you.  From that first class of guinea pigs, who suffered through my first attempts to teach many classes, to my Fundamentals of Music class this summer, it has been my privelege to be a part of your education, and I hope that you learned things that you will find useful, whether they be about music or about life.  It is my privelege then, to offer these parting bits of advice, things that I either learned or relearned while living in the Oklahoma Panhandle:

1.  It may sound like the wind is going to rip the roof off of your house while you are trying to get to sleep in your new home, but it probably won’t.  Just put some music on.

2.  Even if your new hometown seems unbelievably remote and strange to you at first, lots of the people here are here because they can’t imagine living anywhere else.  Figure out what they see in the place and relish it.

3.  Some other people want to get out of here much more badly than you do, so do what you can to help them see the good.

4.  Keep making music.  Find opportunities and make your own.  It’s OK to ask people if you can make art for them.

5.  Don’t quit learning.  Ever.  Find projects that overlap the transitions in your life and keep your mind active.

6.  Don’t be afraid to contact the conceptual artist you read about in an airline magazine whose work seems cool.  You just might end up with a neat plaque about a made-up land in front of the building where you work.

7.  Give everyone the benefit of the doubt.  Be cheerful and polite to everyone as much of the time as possible.

8.  On the other hand, don’t be afraid to stand up for yourself and those who depend on you.  Make a habit of trying to do what’s right.

9.  Take the time to look at the stars.  Encourage others to do the same.

10.  Try to find a way to get to go to interesting places.  If you can do this on your employer’s dime, even better (in academia, we call this “professional development,” and I’ve had the privelege of developing professionally in Aspen, Chicago, New York, Charleston, Seattle, Houston, and some other places over the last five  years).

11.  On the other hand, don’t go first class on your employer’s dime.  This may help you enjoy the journey a little more.  The drive to Aspen from Goodwell, for example, was fantastic, and flying in couldn’t possibly have been better.

12.  Amtrak is a great way to travel.

13.  Fatherhood is an incredible thing.

14.  You must observe the difference between the bass of a chord and the root of a chord.

15.  The attendant at the parking kiosk is not a machine for giving you a parking pass.  Smile and be nice to her, because she probably doesn’t wake up every morning feeling excited about her job the way some of us are lucky to feel.

16.  You don’t have to do this:  you get to do this.

17.  Don’t write music unless someone is paying you or has at least agreed to perform it if you write it.  Writing for the drawer is like taking a shower with a raincoat.

18.  All schools (and many other institutions) have two kinds of people.  One kind takes full advantage of the opportunities presented and the other does the minimum necessary to get by.  Make a firm decision to be the first kind.  (My students know this as the difference between “Oklahoma Panhandle State University” and “PSU”).

19.  Contrary to what one might glean from meetings of Liberal Arts faculties or Faculty Senate, there is usually less cause for alarm than you think.  Civilization has always been ten years away from certain doom.

20.  If you always get foul-smelling gas after eating at a certain place, stop eating there.

21.  Keep fighting mediocrity.

22.  When you’re going to be in a city where you have an old friend, try to get together for dinner (or breakfast, or lunch, or whatever).

23.  Keep track of your ideas, and learn to put the really good ones on hold until the right time.

24.  Sometimes the right time is now.

25.  Sometimes the best ideas come during the second half of Lady Aggies basketball games.  Make sure you have a pencil to write them down.

26.  If you’re part of a team, don’t act unilaterally.

27.  Lead by example, not by dictate.  Tolerate discussion at appropriate times.

28.  Repertoire is not curriculum, no matter what the skill level of the conductor who says it is.  Teach music-making, not individual pieces of music.

29.  One of my teachers was right:  most conductors are charlatans most of the time.

30.  Get in touch with collaborators you want to work with now, before they retire.

31.  “Creativity is letting yourself make mistakes.  Art is knowing which ones to keep.”–Scott Adams.

32.  Listen more than you speak.

33.  If you aren’t learning from your own teaching, you aren’t doing it right.

34.  Hug your wife and your son as many chances as you get.

35.  Never refuse to give your wife a foot-rub.

36.  Talk to strangers when you are waiting around at the airport, when you go to conferences, or really just about anywhere else, but don’t bore them about your work.  Instead, find out about theirs.

37.  Keep reading.  Read good fiction, bad fiction and lots of non-fiction.  Read the Bible.

38.  Learning may have been a game in and of itself for you, but sometimes people learn better if you make it a game.

39.  Most people don’t find MacGAMUT to be a fun game, but if you can convince them that it is, they will develop aural skills more quickly.

40.  Don’t agree to write a book just because someone asks you.  There is no deadline for your book that is too far away.  Don’t submit a book proposal that is essentially, “I’m going to write down a summary of everything I know about the field in which I have a doctorate.”

41.  Don’t wait until tomorrow to quit procrastinating.

42.  (Jay Batzner gave me this one):  A composer’s bio in the concert program is utterly boring to everyone (including the composer) when it is a list of schools attended, awards won, and pieces written.  Every composer has attended schools, won awards, and written pieces.  Why not make a bio that is about who you really are?  (Since I switched to this type of bio, I have felt much less like a poser and gotten many compliments on my excellent bio at conferences).

43.  British journals don’t appreciate articles by Americans about British composers.  American journals greatly appreciate articles about Honorary Life Presidents of their sponsoring organizations.  I’m just sayin’.

44.  Those who can, do.  Those who can’t, try to fake it and sometimes succeed at pulling the wool over everyone else’s eyes for a time.  I didn’t always believe in the Peter Principle (One rises to the level at which they become unable to do the work effectively), because I thought it was overly pessimistic.  At age 37, I see it more clearly now, which is a positive thing.

45.  A greater epidemic than incompetence is the self-perception of incompetence, or the Imposter Effect.  In academia, it is quite common for people to believe (usually secretly) that they have no business being in their position and that it is only a matter of time before they are found out.  This accounts for a huge amount of workplace unpleasantness, as one might imagine.

46.  A greater epidemic still is loneliness.  Be kind and friendly to the people around you as a habit, because it costs you nothing and may mean everything to someone else.

47.  Practice is not simply playing or singing through what you already know.  Organize your practice, set specific goals, and practice smarter, not harder.  Learning the notes, rhythms, and pronunciation is only the beginning of learning a piece.

48.  When you get frustrated, do something else and come back to it.  If you’re frustrated by practicing your instrument, that something else should be your aural skills homework.  If you’re frustrated by your aural skills homework or MacGAMUT, that something else should be practicing your instrument.

49.  Set goals for yourself.  Don’t let others set your goals for you.

50.  Ask questions when you don’t understand, and take notes.

Have you made it this far?  You’re almost done.  I’ve loved my time in the Oklahoma Panhandle, and I’m glad that we moved here five years ago.  It’s been my pleasure to be a part of an amazing community of great human beings.  I’m going to miss the sunsets (although the ones over Lake Erie are great, too), the stuffed sopapilla at Marla’s, the chance to drive and drive and drive and still not be to Woodward yet, the winter night sky with the Milky Way so bright you could drink it in, and the reminder that there are still real-life cowboys and cowgirls out there.  Most of all, though, I’m going to miss all the people here, who have given my family and me their friendship, support, and comraderie.  The Panhandle wasn’t a part of our book proposal for the story of our lives, but we will always look back on it as a crucial and wonderful chapter.

It is with utter sincerity, then, that I say, “Panhandle, I wish you good luck and Godspeed!”

Aspen Composers Conference

Thursday, August 4th, 2011

After what seems like years of sweltering heat here in the Oklahoma Panhandle, it was nice to take a few days and visit Aspen, Colorado so that I could present quintuplous meter at the Aspen Composers Conference, where I also performed Twenty Views of the Trombone, my work-in-progress that attempts to explore what it is like to play the trombone.  It seemed like all my college friends headed to Apen every summer and now, fifteen years later, I made it there myself.

The drive from Goodwell to Aspen takes about nine hours, and gives one the pleasure of sampling an enormous variety of flora and fauna.  Goodwell, of course, is squarely in the Southern High Plains, and those plains keep getting higher through Cimarron County and into northeastern New Mexico.  The further west you drive, the more old volcanoes like Capulin start to rise from the range, and by the time you are in Raton, there are bona fide mountains.  Then, heading north on I-25, I passed the daily westbound Amtrak train–the Southwest Chief–as I went through Raton Pass and into Colorado.  North of Trinidad, Google instructed me to get off the interstate at Walsenburg, and I headed across more range, but now with the Sangre de Cristo Mountains ahead of me.  Lunch was at the Wildflower Cafe in Gardner, a tiny place with a fantastic burger, and I was on the road again.  I picked up US50 in Cotopaxi, and followed the Arkansas River and eventually US24 through Salida and Buena Vista.  US 50 also winds through Cincinnati, Ohio, where I spent my college years, and I feel a special twinge every time I drive on a road that connects me to somewhere I used to know.  It’s sort of like when Matt Specter and I worked at schools that were on the opposite site of Ohio Route 41–Northwestern High School in Springfield and Peebles High School in Peebles–I felt somehow connected even though they were 125 miles or so apart!  The final turn before Aspen was on to Colorado Route 82, a road that closes down in the winter.  I knew that I would at some point go over some mountains, but I wasn’t quite prepared for the switchbacks that my company car and I had to take.  A light drizzle didn’t stop us, though, and we emerged at gorgeous Independence Pass, 12,000 feet above sea level.  It was fascinating to watch scrub give way to glades of aspen trees, which then turned into pine forest, and finally, the pines gave way to tundra, and even a little snow.  After enjoying the breathtaking view of the Pass, which is located on the Continental Divide, I wound my way down into Aspen to find my hotel.  Dinner and some composing in the hotel room, and I was ready for some sleep.

A conference quickly develops its own rhythm as participants stake out their space and figure out how everything works.  The Aspen Composers Conference is organized annually by Natalie Synhaivsky, and allows composers to meet to share their work, opinions and ideas.  In addition to my presentation on quintuplous meter, topics ranged from analyses of works that continue to inspire various composers, to working techniques and philosophical concerns.  Keane Southard’s presentation of Frederic Rzewski’s The People United Will Never Be Defeated! was fantastic and gave me insight into a piece that I first encountered when I was teaching middle-school general music.  The textbook for eighth grade included numerous excerpts from the work, and I’ve decided that it now needs to be on my list of pieces to investigate more fully.  The spectre of Beethoven haunted the room, as not one but two composers chose to address his late music.  Anne Goldberg, a composer and choreographer working in New York City discussed her approach to collaboration, in which collaborators are given enormous latitude to create a somewhat improvisatory approach.  The day ended with a brief recital, and I represented the trombone with six pieces from Twenty Views, including two world premieres, “What it’s not Quite Like,” which explores quintuplous meter, and “What it Will (Not) Be Like,” a twelve-tone piece using a nifty little tone-row that I came up with last month.  I don’t know when Twenty Views will be finished.  I keep adding to it as I can, and as I have need to–it can turn any occasion I have to play into a world premiere at this point.  I’d love to hear any suggestions for titles for new movements.

The drive home was uneventful, but for being held up by a painting crew before I could go back over Independence Pass.  It gave me about an hour to pull out the laptop and work on my current project, a band arrangement of the Prelude to Carmen that we will be playing on our first concert.  Surrounded by aspen trees with the windows down on a mild mountain morning isn’t a bad way to compose.