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A Bump in the Road

Sunday, September 28th, 2025

We had the inevitable rough rehearsal on Monday night.

The symphony is the bulk of the concert (36 minutes of music over a combined 15 for the other two pieces), so it’s been getting the bulk of the rehearsal. We started with the third movement, which we hadn’t played since our first rehearsal last month. It went well in August, and it went well on Monday: it isn’t going to require the same amount of work. Next, the second movement, which is also coming together nicely. I’m still looking forward to hear the ending with all the low brass–I auditioned a new player last week for the third trombone part, and I think she’s going to fit in well.

Then we went back to the first movement, our biggest challenge. It really is the toughest for everyone: the fastest, the most moving notes, the most meter changes. It’s sprawling in a way that the other movements aren’t. Six years ago, at the end of drafting the second movement, I wrote about being “in a stall,” and in some ways it was going back to hear the draft of the first movement that put me there, leading to the big gap in work on the piece.

My idea was to run through the movement before moving on to other music: about an hour into a two-hour rehearsal. Since we only meet once a week, I like to play through as much of our music as possible every week, which I think helps compensate for absences and just generally keep things at the top of everyone’s mind. It’s more satisfying, too, and helps us focus on the big picture.

I don’t know if we were tired (I was), if we were depressed by the rain (our first in weeks), or feeling the absence of the right combination of players, but it wasn’t a smooth run. We had to stop in places I had thought were resolved, and sections were getting lost for lack of cues. Fingers–and the baton–just didn’t seem to go in the places they need to be when they need to be there, and the stylistic quirks of my writing were holding us back.

I still feel like there is a mismatch between my rhythmic concept in the movement and what the musicians are giving back. It’s going to take some more work on both parts.

I ended with a bleak little speech that acknowledged the difficulties and the quirkiness, but didn’t really have any positive message.

In the end, the challenge of writing music for live musicians is not only crafting a score that fulfills my vision as a composer, but also sharing that vision with the people involved and with whom I am, in the end, reliant on to bring that vision to reality.

In other words, you have to work with people.

To me, sharing the vision and bringing the music to collaborators is the reward, the payoff: it’s the execution of a campaign long-planned and carefully thought out. It’s why I write for human performers instead of electronic ones. But all the planning commits a lot of people to a lot of hard work in this case: we aren’t a professional orchestra that deals with the music for two rehearsals and two concerts over the course of a week–this is occupying us for a good chunk of our season, and even a sizable slice of that chunk, since it’s the biggest thing on the concert.

The members of the Lakeland Civic Orchestra have been, over the years, enthusiastic if sometimes skeptical collaborators. I’ve tried to build their trust and to give them what they need from the podium every time I step up to the podium. They have, in turn, consistently given their honest best effort as amateurs–lovers of the art–amidst our crazy world of work, family, illness, and every other concern.

It would be the composer’s dream, perhaps, to complete the score to a major work and then hand it off to a conductor and ensemble who put it together, mostly without your help, and deliver a polished performance to bold applause, with the composer flying in for the last rehearsal and the concert and accepting the composer’s bow from the stage. I’ve done this, and it is in many ways gratifying, but it is also in some ways hollow.

I’m reminded again of Dave Hurwitz’ recounting of Einojuhani Rautavaara saying that most of the time a composer sends their work out into the world to be performed and never hears it–even a successful work might only be heard once or twice by its composer. Or as Arthur C. Clarke wrote in Childhood’s End, our children are only ours for a short time.

I am privileged to spend this time with my work, and with my collaborators: some composers don’t get to do this, or for some reason don’t want to do this. They seem to be happy or content (or resigned) to live that composer’s dream and accept the accolades on concert day while skipping the living-in that has to happen to an extent with any new piece.

But people are hard, and sometimes the hardest person to work with is yourself. I feel that over these six years I’ve been fighting myself to an extent on this piece. From the decision to start it in the first place, to the stall, to the extended time in a holding pattern, just getting it written took far longer than it should have: I should have become a symphonist–when? in 2007? in 1996? I certainly have had the ambition that long. And now, I find myself apologizing for the work, putting it on the back burner, not claiming the space that I believe that it deserves in my life or in the discourse; not wanting to seem egotistical, despite the supreme act of selfishness it is, in the end, to program a work longer than almost anything the Civic Orchestra has done, and to insist on it, and to rely on the work and effort of so many people, and in the end to demand that an audience appear to listen to it.

A few weeks ago, I caught myself in this mode: as the first rehearsal approached, I was skipping days of score study, putting off what I knew needed to happen in the name of needing to accomplish other things. In the end, I called it what it was: self-sabotage, in the form of my old enemy, procrastination. With a long-treasured goal in sight, I was letting fear have a say. Shame was having a say. Guilt was having a say. And I was trying to convince myself that it wouldn’t work, that I should pull out another piece for the November concert. I put off telling people about it until I had to, just in case.

So, who is to blame for Monday night? September has been a stressful month at our house, and I know that I went into rehearsal tired, after a morning of meetings and grading, and an afternoon of teaching trombone lessons. I’ve been difficult and grumpy around the house; and Becky called me on it last weekend (when I spent a lot of time getting caught up on grading). Late September feels like this: the newness of the school year has rubbed off, and the things you committed to with joy in August are all showing just how much commitment they are going to require.

So now, this week, I have recommitted to the orchestra, and to this piece, and to really learning the first movement, and getting insights into what it is that this composer demands, and what the shape of the thing really is. With six weeks to go–it will all be over at 6pm on November 9!–there remains work, but it will get done, and in the end, the reward will have been received not in the result but in the time and effort spent to get there, the lives that we will have lived.

The Symphony: Influences (1)

Saturday, September 13th, 2025

This post is one of a series explaining and exploring the process and documenting the premiere of my Symphony in G, “Doxology.” My influences have been many and wide-ranging, so there will be two posts about them.

No creative work springs ex nihilo from a human mind, and for thirty-odd years, since my days exploring classical music four CDs at a time from the public library, I have been thinking about the genre of the symphony, listening to its most famous examples (and some less-famous), talking about it with people interested and not, and pondering what my contribution to the genre might be.

To say that I, like Newton, have stood on the shoulders of giants is an understatement, and while this new work is in many ways the finest I have been able to make in the times and circumstances I have lived, there are also many works that it fails to compare to. I don’t know that I can say that this is a work, or that I am a composer, that pushes the art form forward: it pushes my art forward in important ways, but I don’t expect to be included in future music appreciation courses.

Nonetheless, the symphonist must decide just what a symphony is, and what it means to write one. My solution is certainly not the only answer, or necessarily a correct answer in everyone’s eyes. It is, of course, shaped by my decades of listening, analysis, and conducting, and often by the music that I considered during the six years my symphony was a work-in-progress.

What follows, then, is a shortlist of symphonies–and symphonists–that were in my mind before and during those years. The creative DNA of my symphony can be found in these works.

Brahms

The four symphonies of Johannes Brahms loom large over any latter-day symphonist, or should. In the early days of this blog, I spent eighteen months working through Mahler’s nine numbered symphonies, and while I learned a great deal from the experience, Brahms’ works have been and remain more foundational. As sprawling and wonderful as Mahler’s works are, they aren’t on this list of significant influences, and I will have to think more about why that is: I suspect it is because of their deeply personal language that demands public expression of what for me is a more private experience.

Brahms’ First Symphony was one of the first symphonies that I played, with Peter Wilson and the Columbus Symphony Youth Orchestra. The trombone part is crucial, but limited to the final movement, but even so, I relished exploring this work–when we began it, I hadn’t even realized that Brahms wrote symphonies, only that he was The Lullaby Guy. I’ve always felt a kinship with Brahms’ process of this piece, which gestated over a long time–decades–as the composer worried about how he would stack up to what came before.

In preparation for that youth orchestra audition, I purchased a CD reissue of George Szell’s 1966 recording of Brahms’ First with the Cleveland Orchestra. I first heard it live in 1993 in Youth Orchestra rehearsal and the same year as an audience member at a concert of the Columbus Symphony Orchestra: I remember Alessandro Sicilliani’s shockingly fast opening tempo in the first movement, which was unconventional, but I rather liked it.

Later, Brahms’ Second Symphony was the audition repertoire for my first year of college, and I discovered its finale, one of my favorite symphonic movements. The Third and Fourth are just as wonderful in their own ways, as well. I often tell my music appreciation students to take a rainy afternoon and listen to all four Brahms symphonies and know that they will have spent their time wisely.

Beethoven

Like Brahms, I too have had to consider the legacy of Beethoven as I have considered the symphony. As a trombonist, I’m sidelined from six of Beethoven’s nine symphonies, but as a conductor, I have been able to lead the Lakeland Civic Orchestra in four of them: the Fifth, Eighth, First, and Second. I’m not completely sure which of the bunch I heard first in performance–I think it was probably the Fourth and the Seventh with the Dresden Staatskapelle, on tour in Columbus under Giuseppe Sinopoli in 1993 or 1994. By that point, I had become obsessed with Toscanini’s renderings of the cycle with the NBC Symphony Orchestra, which to this day are my go-to recordings, in the rerelease by RCA Victor on CD. I remember a few weeks in the winter of my first year of college when I would slip up to my dorm room after lunch for a daily dose of Beethoven. I would put one of those five CDs in my player and hear a movement or so.

My symphony, of course, takes the four-movement plan that Beethoven (mostly) followed. He didn’t invent that plan, but the influence of his works makes anything else seem a little bit suspect (although the symphony-in-one-movement has enormous appeal for me as well). Like Brahms, the centrality of motivic development–and the ability to leave that technique aside at times–is important in my work. I often turn to George Grove’s book on Beethoven’s symphonies, and I remember my first reading of it realizing that Beethoven’s obsession with fugato technique was perhaps not to my liking: I once used it quite a bit in my work, but it came to seem obvious.

And then there’s that First Symphony, the harbinger of great things to come. Grove points out that, while it is good enough, if it were from the pen of a composer who didn’t go on to bigger and better things, it would be completely forgotten. We only know it because it’s by Beethoven. But in 2006, when I was thirty, I made one of my more serious abortive attempts at writing a symphony because that’s how old Beethoven was when he wrote his first–I figured it might be time, but, of course, it wasn’t.

Aaron Copland: Symphony No. 3

On the day I finished creating the instrumental parts for my symphony, July 4, 2025, Becky and I got in the car to pick up Noah and Melia from church camp. The local classical radio station, WCLV, was playing American music as befit the day, and the second movement of Aaron Copland’s Third Symphony came on. I said to Becky that this was music that I had considered a “mark to beat” as I composed, and if any one composition deserves that distinction, it is this. My professional bio for a long time said that I wanted to compose the Great American Symphony, but with his Third, Copland beat me to it by seventy-five years. The recording you’ll find in my collection is on a 1996 Chandos disc featuring Neeme Jarvi leading the Detroit Symphony Orchestra–an ensemble that looms large in my understanding of the symphony. I first heard the piece live in a 2013 performance by Marin Alsop with the Cleveland Orchestra. Copland’s Third is broad, accessible, and unapologetic. It articulates and sums up, to me, much of what audiences have come to love about its composer’s music: lyricism, thrilling scoring, rhythmic vitality. I admire the work’s honesty and its direct appeal. As I wrote a piece about faith, based on a call to praise that is also a statement of faith, Copland’s Third stood as a model for the kind of community truth-telling and celebration that the Doxology also represents. The Fanfare for the Common Man, the basis for the fourth movement of Copland’s piece, appears in a guise and fashion that in some ways supersedes the original–although that piece has been a personal touchstone longer than I have been interested in the form of the symphony as well. My own quotation of Old Hundredth in the fourth movement of my symphony, while different in execution, is inspired by Copland’s self-quotation.

Andrzej Panufnik: Sinfonia Votiva (Symphony No. 8)

Back when I was an avid purchaser of CDs through the mail via the BMG Record Club, a recording of Roger Sessions’ Concerto for Orchestra caught my eye, and on the same disc was this symphony by a Polish composer I had never heard of. I can’t say that I was particularly struck by the music or that it became something I listened to regularly, or that I was inspired to listen to the rest of Panufnik’s oeuvre. But something that did stick with me was the diagram plotting out the entire structure of the 22-minute work, included in the liner notes (and pictured in the video linked above). I was a graduate student in composition at the time, and I was struggling with how to develop larger forms. As tempting as it was to sit down at the computer and begin putting notes in to the score, I was coming to see that, as with writing words, pre-writing is an essential part of composition. Fifteen and twenty years later, I would develop my own diagrams for my Symphony in G, and take a single page–in this case, an existing hymn–as my overarching structure.

The result is, I think, as with Panufnik, a work that balances expression with structure, which is something that I find particularly symphonic. While some composers aspire to formal or structural freedom, and many listeners claim to relish it, the truth is that the vast majority of successful works are built around relatively simple approaches and structures. I’ve referred elsewhere in this blog to my favor for Nico Muhly’s “one-page sketch” for a work, and now I realize that Panufnik’s work led me to this idea several years earlier than Muhly’s music even appeared on my radar (I completed graduate school around the time Muhly started to develop an international reputation).

I’m also intrigued that the Boston Symphony Orchestra commissioned this work for its centennial in 1982. I’ve always had an interest in these big anniversary celebrations, both because I was born in the midst of one (the United States Bicentennial) and, musically, because I attended the premieres of many of the fanfares written for the Cincinnati Symphony Orchestra for their centennial in 1994-1995. I love the idea of marking these milestones, especially with music. I wrote my own piece, The Lovely Soul of Lakeland, for the Lakeland Civic Orchestra to celebrate the 50th anniversary of the founding of our sponsoring institution, Lakeland Community College in 2017, and I can only hope that I will be around for the 100th birthday of the Lakeland Civic Orchestra in the late 2030s.

Alan Hovhaness: Symphony No. 2, Op. 132, “Mysterious Mountain”

I first encountered the music of Alan Hovhaness driving myself home from high school one afternoon, when WOSU (89.7FM) would usually play a symphonic work during the 3pm hour. The choice that day was Hovhaness’ Symphony No. 50, “Mt. St. Helens,” and as I drove, the still, quiet second movement, describing Spirit Lake before the eruption gave way to the final movement, “Volcano,” with its two sharp bass drum strokes exploding into chaos. I was fascinated by the topic of this symphony: although I was young, I was fascinated by the 1980 eruption of Mt. St. Helens that inspired Hovhaness when it happened, which led to my parents subscribing to National Geographic, whose 1981 issue with the volcano on the cover I thoroughly wore out. This was the 1993 recording by Gerard Schwarz and the Seattle Symphony.

I explored Hovhaness and his music more deeply through the 1990s and into the 2000s. In college, I studied his Symphony No. 4, written for winds, and looked into his other band music while also keeping an eye out for those elusive recordings–there are many released originally on LP that hadn’t been re-released on CD, and many works that have never been recorded at all from this prolific composer. When I was a high school band director, I programmed The Prayer of St. Gregory the year Hovhaness died, 2000. My first suite for string orchestra was an homage to three composers whose music was an inspiration to me in my early years: in between movements celebrating Philip Glass and Jean Sibelius is a Meditation in Memoriam Maestro Hovhaness. I haven’t had a chance to return to his music as a conductor, but if I did, it would likely be his Symphony No. 2.

I first heard “Mysterious Mountain” in the 1990s, on a concert with the Cincinnati Symphony. It didn’t make the same immediate impression that “Mt. St. Helens” made–it’s just a different kind of piece, and really, more in line with the composer’s personality. On repeated listening, my esteem for the work grew, and I now think it one of the finest American symphonies. I admire its sincerity, its craft, and its succinctness.

There is the first group of my symphonic influences. Look for a second post shortly, along with more updates on the rehearsal process in the run-up to the premiere of my Symphony in G, “Doxology” with the Lakeland Civic Orchestra on Sunday, November 9 at Lakeland Community College in Kirtland, Ohio. Information and tickets here.