. . . and for something completely different, here, as promised, is the audio for Myths and Legends. Good job again to Jared, Kory, and the BYU Chamber Orchestra!
Jared and the orchestra did really well and gave a performance that was filled with life and energy. In addition, it was a great concert all around, with pieces by C.P.E. Bach, Stravinsky, and Haydn. Afterward, I got to have a picture with some key players in the premiere.
Thanks as well to everyone who came! While I was excited to hear the piece, I even more excited to share this moment with you.
Stephen Jones (my teacher), me, Jared Starr (soloist), Kory Katseanes (conductor)
Less than a week after the successful premiere of my Clarinet Sonata (Kudos to Jaren Hinckley and Jed Moss! It was an electrifying performance!), A Field Guide to Natural History just received its Utah premiere this past week as part of BYU’s Group for New Music concerts. For those who weren’t there or who want to relive the experience, you now can in image . . .
An editor would use a red pencil as a baton. (Photo courtesy: Steve Ricks)
. . . and in sound:
Many thanks to the performers, Eric Hansen, Ray Smith, Scott Holden, and Ron Brough (whose head is hidden behind a music stand) and, of course, to the Barlow Endowment for making the night possible! As with the Clarinet Sonata, it was another great performance.
In other news, the BYU Chamber Orchestra recently began rehearsals of my still nameless violin concerto. Name suggestions are most welcome.
(A similar Great Conjunction from The Dark Crystal.)
Lots of things happening these next few weeks. It’s crunch week for my fantasy for violin and chamber orchestra. Earlier today, I sent Jared an update of the solo part. Next week, I need to have the whole thing, so the rest of this week will be pretty hectic.
I needed to take a quick break, though, to plug the upcoming premiere of my Clarinet Sonata. It’s being performed by Jaren Hinckley and Jed Moss at a concert of the LDS Composers Trust on Friday, September 30 at 7.30 pm. The concert will be at the Baldassin Pianos Concert Hall (441 West 300 South, Salt Lake City, Utah, 84101, 801-322-4441). Also programmed are works by Crawford Gates, Marie Nelson Bennett, and Kay Hicks Ward. Seating capacity at the hall is only 100, so if you want to attend make sure you arrive a little early. It should be a great show, and I hope to see many of you there!
Will it be worth it? Just listen to the following clip of the last movement and ask yourself, “Could I really miss hearing this live?”:
I think the answer is “no,” but then again, I’m quite biased. And if you can’t make it next week, it’ll be performed again on October 26 at the University of Utah. The nice thing about next week’s concert, though? It’s free. And if you can’t make either of those concerts, come hear the Utah premiere of A Field Guide to Natural History on October 5.
David Dzubay leads the BMCO with John Shin, soloist. (And I’m the one seated on the floor.)
At the end of my time at Brevard, I (along with the other composers) got to have a reading session with the Brevard Music Center Orchestra. The orchestra played the first two minutes of my new violin concerto that premieres December 7 at BYU. Jared Starr will be playing the solo part this December, but for the reading, it was played by another talented violinist, John Shin.
To the left is a shot of the session (courtesy Annika Socolofsky).
In the meantime, I now have to finish the piece in a month. It’s gonna be an <euphemism>exciting</euphemism> time for sure. That said, I am pleased with how the piece is progressing. Unlike my Barlow commission, this violin concerto is actually enjoyable to write. Perhaps that will take the edge off of the coming 14-hour days. Needless to say, you probably won’t hear from me till it’s over . . .
Anyway, here’s the recording from the session. Enjoy!
Just went to the rehearsal of my setting of that Lindsay poem. It worked out great. I haven’t gotten as much of a rush from hearing my music since the first piece I had performed in middle school. Great work, Jason and Bolton in performing! If on the stray chance, you happen to be passing by Brevard, North Carolina tomorrow, you should stop by the concert tomorrow 4.30 pm at Searcy Hall.
The last few days I’ve been consolidating a general artistic statement for myself. (Perhaps one day I’ll post it. Perhaps not.) One of the things I realized while going through the exercise was that defining my musical interests flowed more naturally from describing my compositional process than from cataloging my materials. Not that the latter wasn’t doable, but I found the former to create a much more accurate picture of what I compose and why. (Artist friends: have you noticed this in your work?)
I was partially surprised by how surprised I was by this realization. I’d taken Intro to English Language. I’m aware of the hypothesis that how we talk about things shapes what we talk about. Yet up until this point, I had never thought of compositional process as having such a strong effect on compositional thought. But I suppose as Admiral Kirk said, “Well, now you have something new to think about.”
So how do I compose and what effect does that have on my music? I start by imagining the sounds of the instruments and the ways the can combine. This gives my music a strong focus on texture and sonority. Because the next step involves finding melodic embodiments of these ideas, from there my music tends to proceed along traditional, rhetorical terms. Still, because the emphasis is on texture, harmony for me becomes more of an organizing factor than a generative one.
To take a series of tangents that will return to the point: Harmony. So often I hear composers (especially my friends in the RB) talk about harmony as chord-chord-chord. I don’t subscribe to this interpretation because I was persuaded otherwise, first by Ernst Toch (I’ve linked to chapter 2 in his book, but chapter 1 is worth reading also), who describes it using the Heraclitian idea “Everything is in flux.”
Is harmony like a series of parade floats? I don’t think so. (Source: flickr.com/photos/pauljill/)
My second main influence is two sentences from Alfred Mann’s The Great Composer as Teacher and Student: “For a long time, ‘harmony’ continued to be the word used to describe a fabric of independent part-writing. It was not until the publication of Jean Philippe Rameau’s Traité d’haramonie in 1722 that the modern meaning was introduced.” This quote may be brief, but in combination with Toch, it profoundly changed me. I no longer think of harmony as isolated floats in a parade of “vertical simultaneities” (as Murray Boren would have put it), but rather as a cohesive stream with an overall sonority (and often direction). For instance, I hear most of Berio’s “O King” as a single “harmony” even if the vertical simultaneities change.
These reflections in turn remind me of a Morton Feldman quote I found just the other day: “For any music’s future, you don’t go to the devices, you don’t go to the procedures, you go to the attitude. And you do not find your own attitude; that’s what you inherit. I’m not my own man. I’m a compilation of all the important people in my life. I once had a seven-hour conversation with Boulez; unknown to him, it affected my life. I admire his attitude. Varèse’s attitude. Wolpe’s attitude. Cage’s attitude. I spent one afternoon with Beckett; it will be with me forever. Not his work; not his commitment; not his marvelous face, but his attitude.”
I tend to write more traditional music than any of my teachers at BYU, but my music has been informed—and, I would say, has been greatly enriched—by the (mainly) modernist attitudes I received from their teaching, which they passed on to me from composers such as Feldman, Cage, Xenakis, and Stockhausen. These attitudes are largely the reason that I start by thinking about sound. I don’t think I personally could achieve the music I do if my musical process began with melody and motive. And I really like the music I write, so I’m glad, even proud, to be a part of this tradition, even if my connection to it isn’t immediately obvious from the sound of my music.
For our first project at Brevard, all thirteen of us composers have to write songs on the same text. This year’s text comes from Vachel Lindsay, otherwise famous for writing the lyrics for Charles Ives’s song “General William Booth Enters Heaven.” The poem we’re setting is entitled “In Praise of Songs That Die”:
Ah, they are passing, passing by,
Wonderful songs, but born to die!
Cries from the infinite human seas,
Waves thrice-winged with harmonies.
Here I stand on a pier in the foam
Seeing the songs to the beach go home,
Dying in sand while the tide flows back,
As it flowed of old in its fated track.
Oh, hurrying tide that will not hear
Your own foam children dying near
Is there no refuge-house of song,
No home, no haven where songs belong?
Oh, precious hymns that come and go!
You perish, and I love you so!
At first, it struck me as a second-rate poem: good ideas but poorly executed. I still don’t think it’s great, but after memorizing it this morning, I appreciate it more. Wikipedia says that Lindsay is “the father of modern singing poetry, as he referred to it, in which verses are meant to be sung or chanted.” The melodic sense to the words becomes much more apparent in speaking them rather than reading them. You begin to notice internal rhymes, such as “here” and “pier” in line 5.
Overall, the poem reminded me of the “what is music?” discussion we had in Dr. Hicks’s aesthetics class. If you view music as the experience of listening to sound in the air, as soon as that sound is over, the music is dead, and along the way, every step toward its completion is a step toward its demise. The music may have a physical manifestation as a score or recording, but these media are to the experience of music as is the bottle for the genie.
More could be said on this subject of sic transit gloria mundi, but I’ll leave that honor to the much better poet Robert Frost:
Nature’s first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf’s a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.
They say Brevard is home to the rare white-furred squirrels. So far I’ve only seen the humdrum red variety.
Arrived on Thursday at the Brevard Music Festival, my retreat this summer for composing and hobnobing with other musicians. The festival includes more than 450 high school and college age musicians. It’s particularly great for composers because it has such a strong emphasis on performing your work.
These details aside, I’m already feverishly at work on a new piece for flute and alto saxophone, featuring a kaleidoscope of patterns and colors. I’m really excited for this piece because it’s both new and old for me. On the new side, it continues the lines of rhythmic invention I explored in A Field Guide to Natural History. On the old side, not only do I feel like I’m writing a response to floboe from last fall but also like I’m finally paying homage to the teacher with whom I’ve studied the longest, Neil Thornock. All these traits will become clearer when I post the audio in a few weeks. Get excited! (I know I am!)