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Monday, February 8, 2010

Want Ad Fail

This turned out to be one of those relatively rare years when the actual Super Bowl was better than the much-anticipated Super Bowl ads. (And Vikings fans - didn't it take away a little bit of the sting when you watched Peyton Manning throw essentially the exact same late-4th-quarter interception that Brett Favre threw in the NFC championship game?) But I couldn't help but notice one particular ad that resulted in a virtual blizzard of Facebook and Twitter updates from pretty much every musician I know...



Now, I'll be the first to admit: that's a cute ad. Who doesn't love a good fiddling beaver/rags to riches story? Just one problem, and this is what got everyone a-twittering the moment the ad aired last night: Monster.com doesn't actually have ads for violinists. Or for any other instrument. Seriously, they don't - go look. (You'd think they would have at least keyed that particular search term to redirect to a video of the beaver ad, wouldn't you?)

Of course, since the ad also winds up with the beaver relaxing with his fiddle and a bikini-clad babe in a hot tub in the bed of a pickup truck (if only the gig that results in that level of celebrity existed...) perhaps accuracy was not the #1 concern. Or maybe, just maybe, as my friend Jo suggested, Monster had a whole bunch of ads for violinists, but the beavers got to 'em all before the rest of us could jump online. Stupid beavers.

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Thursday, January 21, 2010

As If There's Any Such Thing As A "Common" Violist...

And speaking of viola jokes, here's a little something I've been meaning to get on tape for quite a while now. Our viola section is notorious for always being up to something, and we frequently reduce each other to hysterics (as Sarah can attest) at inappropriate moments mid-rehearsal. But rarely do we feel any need to let the rest of the band in on the joke. (Quite frankly, your average violinist or bassoonist just doesn't have as highly developed a sense of humor as we do.)

But every once in a while, we enjoy sharing our, um, eccentricities with the world, and earlier this afternoon, we got the chance, at a thank-you lunch the musicians of the orchestra put on for our tireless and hardworking staff...



Mm-hm. Tell me that doesn't make you forget completely about the original! I really don't know why all fanfares aren't written for viola choir...

In all seriousness, credit where it's due: this particular arrangement is mine, but the idea came way back in my college days from native Minnesotan Kate Holzemer, now a violist to the stars, occasional ItC commenter, and avid hockey blogger based in Buffalo. Kate's version of the fanfare (which, if memory serves, included full percussion and a conductor) was first performed at Oberlin Conservatory, at a much-loved annual gathering known as Mock Students, in 1997 1996. She also played in the first performance of my version at Apple Hill Center for Chamber Music a couple of summers back. Thanks, Kate!

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Tuesday, January 19, 2010

Viola-Matic!

Things have been getting pretty heavy around here lately (it's the winter doldrums - I swear I'll stop going off on rants once the sun comes out,) so it's definitely time for a mental health break. This oughta be just the ticket - it's a crazy dweebish video that's been making the rounds of the music world this past week, and it stars, as all great dweebish music-related videos should, the viola...



Okay, quick explanation for those of you who haven't played a stringed instrument for a while, or ever. As you are no doubt aware, our instruments are traditionally made out of wood, and we make an absolutely absurd deal about what kind of wood it is, and how it was harvested, and whether it ever spent several decades floating in the Mediterranean Sea, and on and on. (Personally, my viola's made out of a Canadian barn that came crashing down a few decades back, and I've decided that this is way cool.)

But a while back, this fabulous light-weight-but-indestructible substance called carbon fiber was invented, and wouldn't you know, someone came up with the idea to start making stringed instruments out of it. It was a brilliant idea - not that carbon fiber violins sound anywhere near as good as a quality wood version, because they don't. But professional musicians frequently have to play a lot of gigs in what you might call less than ideal climatological conditions. Outdoor weddings, Fourth of July concerts - these are not necessarily the places you want to be toting your 1678 Amati. (Please don't write a snooty comment telling me that Amati wasn't making violins in 1678. I don't care and I couldn't be bothered to check. He's old and Italian, and old Italians were making great violins in 1678.)

So carbon fiber violins, violas, and cellos started to pop up in the hands of various gigging musicians, as a sort of backup to their main instruments. (Did I mention that carbon fiber is cheap?) I've never considered getting one myself, just because, well - did I mention that my viola is made out of a barn? I just assume it considers the outdoors to be its natural habitat. But they do seem to be a positive development in the lives of musicians whose primary instruments cost more than their homes. And if they can slice... er, dice... um, mash the living hell out of a tomato too, well then, bonus, right?

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Tuesday, January 12, 2010

And I though "Engelbert Humperdinck" was funny...

...what about this fellow:



(Via pianist Stephen Hough's blog)

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Monday, January 4, 2010

New Year's Weekend: A Retrospective


New Year's Eve at the Dakota with Irvin Mayfield, Artistic Director of Jazz at Orchestra Hall. Great tunes, great band (Vincent Gardner!) and some fantastically funny commentary from Irvin. The show was broadcast live on "Toast of the Nation" on NPR, and Irvin opens with, "Everybody who's out there listening on National Public Radio, we're all butt-nekkid right now at the Dakota, make some noise!!" (No-one was, I assure you - it was -5F outside!!).


New Year's Day at Sam's, a gathering to watch the Winter Classic (oh, Flyers, why do you disappoint me so?). Not pictured; the ridiculously delicious (and gut-stretching) poutine that Sam made. Pictured; Eagles Jenga (I'm not kidding. A shout out to the Philadelphia in-laws for a most creative stocking-stuffer).

And speaking of football...

January 3rd at the Metrodome, watching my first live Vikings game. Had a fantastic time, and particularly enjoyed singing the Vikings fight song half a dozen times. I'm thinking of reharmonizing and resetting the tune, maybe in the style of Schütz. Or perhaps Krenek. (I know, my inner music nerd emerges at the weirdest times...).

Also, check out my Twin Cities entertainment picks for 2010.

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Thursday, December 17, 2009

Holiday Video Wars

OK, Sam, that Hallelujah video was nothing short of brilliant. Here's something way short of brilliant, which I find mysterious on several levels. First of all, why does it start in major? And what's up with the shadowy Milla-Jovovich-in-"The Fifth Element" phantom overlaid for the whole video? And most of all, why??

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Tuesday, December 15, 2009

Sounds of Silence

Everybody loves a good Hallelujah Chorus, especially at this time of year. And if there's anything more uplifting than listening to the most famous movement of Handel's Messiah, it's singing it yourself! But what if you're a devout monk (I know, I know, but stay with me) who's taken a lifelong vow of silence? Must you deprive yourself of this most simple and pure of Christmas traditions?

...Not anymore!



That is just purely brilliant. A big hat tip to my friend Susie Telsey (she's the spangly bassoonist in last week's Christmas music post, btw) for sending this my way...

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Monday, December 14, 2009

Name Recognition

As I've mentioned before, a lot of the time between Inside the Classics concerts is spent gathering and analyzing data from people who attend, or are thinking about attending, our series. From the beginning, ItC was conceived to be something of an incubator for new orchestral ideas, and it does us very little good to be throwing new concepts at the wall unless we have a way of measuring which ones are sticking. Thus all the research, and the pleas for feedback, and our virtual obsession with who is coming to our concerts and why.

To that end, we're currently working with a great Chicago-based company that specializes in such research and has been running polls and focus groups for us to measure the effectiveness not only of what we do on stage, but also the various posters, flyers, ads, and mailings we put out to try to generate interest. It's always fascinating to read the diversity of opinion that gets offered up in these situations - in a room of 7 or 8 people, you're likely to have 9 or 10 opinions. (This is why we use professionals to analyze it all - they've seen it all a thousand times before, and they're expert at picking out and explaining the trends that are hiding in the mass of data.)

This past week, we had a big meeting to go over the latest focus group data, and as usual, my favorite part of the morning wasn't so much reading about the larger trends that we'll actually look at as we form our future concert seasons, but the individual comments and quips from audience members. For instance, it's abundantly clear from all the research we do that Sarah's name and identity are firmly lodged in the mind of everyone who's ever seen an Inside the Classics show. When it comes to me, however...

...not so much. It could be a function of years of pre-conditioning of audience members to make the conductor the primary focus of their attention, or it could be that I actually say Sarah's name several times over the course of any given ItC show, whereas mine might come up only once. It could even be (gasp!) that Sarah is simply a more memorable onstage presence than some dorky violist with a microphone.

But whatever the reason, the research is clear that, while people tend to be very complimentary of the role I play in our concerts, and say very nice things about the onstage chemistry between Sarah and me, they seem to have a very hard time remembering my name. Which doesn't actually bother me in the least - I'd much rather they remember the music they heard, or the fact that they want to be sure to return the next time Sarah's conducting - but it has led to my acquiring some interesting nicknames among the ItC planning team.

One woman in the most recent round of audience research referred to me as "The Other Fellow." Another went with "the character." Yet another said, "I was very intrigued when a viola player got up... because they don't get to speak very much!" (This person has clearly never seen the Minnesota Orchestra viola section in rehearsal.) And my favorite: one gentleman, after struggling to remember my name mid-sentence, finally went with "Viola Boy." (This last one so delighted our Marketing VP that she immediately dashed off an e-mail to inform me of my new nickname.)

As I say, I could actually care less whether anyone remembers my name, so long as they remember that they liked the show. And I have to admit, I've started looking forward to reading whatever new noms de spectateurs I'm graced with when new research data arrives. Not sure anyone's gonna top Viola Boy, though. I might need a superhero costume to go with that one...

Image borrowed from the awesome ViolaMan.net...

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Saturday, December 12, 2009

Tis holiday concert season...

Speaking of the inner grinch, Sam...

Yes, it's hard to maintain the holiday spirit while doing the umpteenth performance of some Christmas chestnut. But sometimes, the unexpected pops up, and we're reminded of how much of what we do, presenting live music, is such an astonishing and unpredictable venture.


I post it every holiday season, but here it is again, the most jarring (or, perhaps, jazzy?) end to the Hallelujah Chorus, EVER.

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Wednesday, December 9, 2009

Fighting The Inner Grinch

One of the unfortunate side effects of being a musician at Christmastime is that it really does tend to ruin your enjoyment of holiday music. Caroling is a lovely tradition, yes, but when you're playing Sleigh Ride or the Dance of the Sugar Plum Fairy for the 823rd time in your career, you do begin to feel a bit Scrooge-ish.

Still, most of us in the business have personal holiday favorites, and the payoff for being a part of so many mediocre Christmas-themed concerts is that you remember the really great ones even more vividly. So, as the first major snowstorm of the season starts to wind down outside my window, it seemed like a good time to pass along the meme that prolific blogger and orchestra consultant Drew McManus dropped into my inbox this morning. Here goes nothing...

Four holiday songs/pieces you enjoy the most:

1) J.S. Bach, Christmas Oratorio (So underrated.)
2) Handel's Messiah (Still the champion.)
3) Silent Night (Even better in German.)
4) Christmas in the Trenches by John McCutcheon

Four holiday songs/pieces you enjoy the least:

1) Anything Nutcracker-related (any professional musician who claims to like it is lying to you)
2) Do They Know It's Christmas? (An utter musical abomination dressed up as charity.)
3) Winter Wonderland (Yeah, I know, I'm a killjoy. Sue me. "Snowman" should never be rhymed with "No, man.")
4) A Holly Jolly Christmas (Not only is it a terrible song, but Burl Ives was responsible for Pete Seeger being blacklisted during the dark days of Joe McCarthy's HUAC...)

Four holiday concerts (live) you enjoyed the most:

1) Back when I was in college, the entire Oberlin bassoon studio would gather in the conservatory lounge during the last week of classes before Christmas to play beautiful and hilarious arrangements of various carols, all while dressed in outlandish costumes and armed with candy to throw at the audience. It was an event not to be missed.

2) All Is Calm: the Christmas Truce of 1914. This was a collaboration between Theater Latte Da and the wonderful male vocal ensemble Cantus which told the true World War I story that John McCutcheon sang about in Christmas in the Trenches. It could have been horribly corny and overwrought - instead, it was simple, uplifting, and very, very well done. MPR's got the audio on their web site...
3) The St. Olaf Christmas Festival. It's legendary for a reason - the St. Olaf Choir is far and away the best choral group I've ever had the good fortune to perform with, and though I've only made it down to Northfield to see the Christmas Fest in person once, it stands as the best "traditional" Christmas concert I know.
4) This particular performance of Messiah. (Hat tip to Osmo for the link...)


Four holiday concerts (live) you enjoyed the least:

1) Pick a Nutcracker. Any Nutcracker.
2) And not to harp on the Nutcracker thing, but that hideous Swingin' Nutcracker show needs to be on this list, too. It's not that Duke Ellington's arrangements are bad - in fact, most of them are better than Tchaikovsky's versions. And that's exactly the problem. Orchestras mounting this show tend to play the two versions of each movement back-to-back, with boring old ballerinas dancing 90% of the kids in the audience to sleep during the Tchaikovsky, and then super-athletic swing dancers swooping in to dazzle them during the Ellington. Has ever a show been better contrived to convince children that orchestras are stodgy and boring?
3) Back in the late '90s, I played a Messiah pickup gig at a tiny church in Birmingham, Alabama. The orchestra outnumbered the choir, which consisted of 12 women and 2 men. None of them could sing in tune, and most of the arias had to be taken at half tempo when it was discovered that the two female soloists couldn't actually sing melismas. The Hallelujah chorus was the most pathetic, anemic-sounding thing I've ever heard.
4) Andy Williams. Yeah, I said it. Who wants a piece?

Four holiday CDs you enjoy the most:

1) John Prine - A John Prine Christmas
2) Turtle Island String Quartet - By The Fireside
3) Tom Waits - Blue Valentine Okay, technically, this isn't a Christmas album, but every Tom Waits fan knows what song I'm thinking of here. If you're not a Tom Waits fan, you probably shouldn't click the link.
4) Dar Williams - The Christians & The Pagans Again, not a full Christmas album - just a single track off the album Mortal City. But this hilarious and touching song does more to fill me with Christmas spirit than any Bing Crosby croon ever could.

Four holiday CDs you enjoy the least:

1) Mannheim Steamroller - A Fresh Aire Christmas This is my Uncle Jeff's very favorite Christmas album, which pains me, because he's one of my very favorite relations, and I have always viewed him as a wonderful role model in nearly every way. But he's absolutely 1000% wrong about the Steamroller. This is hideous electronic dreck that is guaranteed to stick in your head until April.
2) Bing Crosby - How Lovely Is Christmas Now, look. I like ol' Bing as much as the next guy (in fact, my grandfather's army buddies used to refer to him as "Little Bing" because he was always crooning some Crosby classic or other,) but this album, which I grew up listening to, is pure hogwash. The centerpiece is a crackpot story about some kid named Jethro who wants "an axe, an apple, and a buckskin jacket" for Christmas and is then visited in the night by Paul Bunyan, Johnny Appleseed, and Daniel Boone. The songs were impossibly catchy without actually being good, and the whole concept was beyond ridiculous. (And if you, too, owned this album as a child, my apologies for having just gotten that axe/apple/buckskin tune stuck in your head.)
3) Bob Dylan - Christmas in the Heart Admit it - you just assumed this was an elaborate joke when you heard about it a month or so ago. I certainly did, and I'm actually not quite ready to concede that it isn't. But it is a real CD, and Lord, is it awful.
4) Lynyrd Skynyrd - Christmas Time Again There is no earthly reason for this album to exist. There is no earthly reason for it to include a song called "Santa Claus Wants Some Lovin'." And there is really no reason for Amazon to have it in stock a decade after its release. But there it is, in all its holiday spirit-crushing glory.

Wow. This turned out to be a much longer post than I was expecting, but heck, it's not as if I have anything else to do on a day that the roads are impassable, and the temperature's falling fast towards the zero mark. Feel free to leave your own lists of holiday triumphs and abominations in the comments if you like...

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Sunday, December 6, 2009

Fan Relations

When you make your living as an entertainer of any sort, it's inevitable that you'll need to develop some degree of skill in dealing with the people who pay you to entertain them. Because whether you're a professional athlete, ballet dancer, or rock star, there are going to be fans who want more from you than just a performance. They might want an autograph, or a high-five, or maybe even a personal chat. And you have to decide what your personal boundaries are in these circumstances.

For those of us in the classical music world, of course, this is a pretty easy task. Not all that many people know who the heck we are, or care, so the demands on our time are pretty much confined to the few dozen regulars who flood the stage door after concerts. They're nice folks, for the most part, and it doesn't really take much effort to stop and have a word with them. And as for autographs, well, I'd say I've probably been asked for a total of ten in the decade that I've been in Minnesota, so there'd be virtually no excuse for my ever refusing to sign one.

For really high-profile performers, though, personal boundaries will very likely define your public image more than anything else. You might be a profoundly mediocre major league ballplayer, but if you make a point of sticking around after games long enough to sign autographs for every kid who wants one, you'll very likely develop a reputation as a great and generous guy. But push past one kid's outstretched hand, or snap at one pushy collector while a camera's rolling, and you run the risk of forever being known as a guy who thinks he's too good for the whole world.

Is it fair? Of course not. But it comes with the territory. Besides, you never know what consequences could come back to bite you later for an act of thoughtlessness today. Consider one Brendan Shanahan, retired NHL hockey legend and all-around good guy: earlier this week, Shanahan was on a radio show, and related a fantastic story about how he reacted to being rebuffed by one of his heroes...

“When I was 14 years old I was skating in the summertime at a rink in Toronto. Rick Vaive happened to be skating at an adjoining rink and we were actually in dressing rooms that were right next to each other. I went in when he was sort of settled and asked him for an autograph. I didn’t get the best response...

“Fast forward four years later and Rick Vaive is waiting for a meaningless faceoff in Buffalo. He’s now playing for the Sabres. He’s lined up next to some 18-year-old kid from New Jersey. When the puck dropped, I attacked Rick Vaive.

“It was a quiet, uneventful game. He couldn’t believe the rage I had, not only in attacking him, but it took two (linesmen) to restrain me afterwards and throw me in the penalty box.”

Now that's harboring a grudge. And it's also the best reason I've heard yet to never turn down a fan request...

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Sunday, November 22, 2009

Fighting For The Right To Complain

This past week, an honest-to-God US Congressman introduced a measure on the floor of the House which would designate the day before Thanksgiving "Complaint Free Wednesday." His heart was probably in the right place, but honestly. The economy's in the tank, Wall Street seems to have gotten away scot free with most of its own wealth while making all of ours disappear, political civility is at an all-time low, the unemployment rate is through the roof and still climbing, and one of the guys tasked (in part) with preventing this kind of thing from happening wants us to stop complaining?

Besides, there are better ways to deal with the human propensity for constant griping. Consider the Helsinki Complaints Choir, the brainchild of Finnish artists Tellervo Kalleinen and Oliver Kochta-Kalleinen...



My personal favorite part of this is the complaint about cell phone ringtones, sung to the tune of that ubiquitous Nokia ringtone. See there, Congressman? There's good to be found everywhere - even in perpetual whining.

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Monday, November 16, 2009

Monday time-waster

You've gotta try this out; it's a web widget that allows you to type in a sentence which is then played back using those same words culled from a library of popular songs. Perfect 2-minute break on a manic Monday.

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Thursday, November 12, 2009

Orchestra hero?

Yes, please! (and do take a listen to the soundclip towards the end of the article...)

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Wednesday, November 4, 2009

Come towards the light

We've successfully navigated through our first Inside the Classics concerts, which is a huge relief. We had the added pressure of creating a show that was radio-friendly (which meant, among other things, no sight gags and minimizing dead air, which changes the tempo of what we do), so it was a stressful week.

I've been saying for a while now that one of the more unusual features of my new position as Principal Conductor, Pops and Presentations (did I officially mention that on the blog? Can't remember...) is that I conduct a huge spectrum of repertoire (much more than in your average pops conducting position) - "everything from Beethoven to Ben Folds" has been my line. Well, last week was where the idea of that sound bite came from, and it certainly was a dramatic switch between Friday night's ItC MPR live broadcast to Saturday's concert featuringBen Folds.

The fact that the show happened to land on Halloween added to what was already a huge event - the Hall was beyond sold out, and tickets for standing room disappeared in an instant. There was definitely a different feel in the house - I don't think I've ever heard an audience make so much noise as a guest artist walked onstage - and much of the crowd was in the Halloween spirit, decked out in elaborate costumes.

Orchestra concerts generally tend to be fairly serious affairs, so it was interesting to see how our players would react to a concert that was outside the norm - and I think it's a credit to our musicians that they decided to join in on the fun. We had a variety of bewigged and costumed players onstage; we also handed out Folds-esque glasses for a subtle costuming touch (we had about 20 players with them on, and I donned them for the first half). A video sampling of backstage shenanigans (including an explanation from Ben about how to figure out if pants will fit you):


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I met Ben over a year ago at when we did a show at the Mann Center in Philadelphia, and we've been working together on and off ever since. I love collaborating with him; aside from being a great songwriter and performer, he's really a consummate musician (and his classical training background comes in handy when working with an orchestra!). I mean, who else discusses the Lydian mode as part of their mid-concert schtick?

For the second half of the show we did a hasty outfit change, pulled on wigs and re-emerged as Sonny and Cher (I was apparently so unrecognizable that several members of the Orchestra were wondering "Who's that woman?" when I walked onstage):



(We're singing "I got you babe". Good times.)

I'm all for formality and seriousness where it's warranted (and part of me really loves the sense of decorum and ritual that is a large part of the usual classical concert process). But I do love a regular foray into the lighter side of things. Because life (and music, for that matter) is that much better with a sense of humor.

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Monday, October 26, 2009

Sad songs say so much...

A busy, busy, busy week (and last week was, too!). We opened our US Bank Pops series with Broadway Rocks last Friday, a Sampler on Saturday, and numerous Inside the Classics meetings scattered throughout the week. On deck this week; more meetings! And of course, our first Inside the Classics concerts of the season.

I don't know how Sam is finding the time to post so much; I'll simply leave you with this, the funniest musician want ad I've ever seen:

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Wednesday, October 14, 2009

Bottle Music

Several things can be deduced from this clip: 1) Some people have a lot of time on their hands; 2) The "Toreador Song" from Bizet's Carmen is firmly entrenched in popular culture; and 3) David Letterman sounds to be tone deaf.


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Monday, September 28, 2009

Conductor hero

A conducting game very much in the vein of "Guitar Hero" and "Rock Band"...except the cues have even less to do with the music in the conducting version than they do for the other two, making it an oddly amusical experience. Interesting idea, although I'm not sure what it does except to equate conducting to pushing a bunch of buttons. Oh, if only it were so easy...

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Thursday, September 24, 2009

Let's See Sarah Do This

Now, don't get me wrong. I'm not saying Sarah Hicks isn't a dynamite conductor. I'm just saying that I doubt she's ever wrangled an orchestra, a choir, Madonna, the Beatles, and a herd of sheep in a single rehearsal...



But I suppose I could be wrong about that.

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Sunday, September 20, 2009

Boredom & Rage In 9/32 Time

Humor and classical music just aren't found together nearly as often as they ought to be, and Philadelphia Orchestra trumpeter Jeff Curnow has been working on doing something about that. He's been producing downright hilarious YouTube videos on various aspects of the music business for some time now (under the guise of selling trumpet mouthpieces,) and now he's about to launch a new series of online videos for Drew McManus's Inside the Arts site under the header, "What's Bothering Jeff?"

Orchestras can be downright infested with gallows humor, both good-natured and not, so I'm always impressed to discover a musician who, while maybe a bit on the cynical side, has obviously found a way to channel the frustrations of the job into something productive and hilarious. Here's my favorite of Jeff's videos to date, detailing the frustrations of having to play certain, shall we say, overly academic (read: pompous & unplayable) works.



The title of the piece alone is enough to make me start giggling, but my favorite parts are the brief shots of the written score. I wish I could say that I've never actually played a piece that featured time signatures like 15/1 and 9/32, but of course, I have. The marking underneath the first part of Excerpt 1 ("slowly at first then with angst") actually reminded me of a very specific American composer who shall remain nameless. And while I can't say that a composer has ever asked me to play a high C while screaming with my mouth closed and hitting my instrument with a hammer, I did once play a piece during which I was supposed to sing in harmony with what I was playing, and another during which the composer wanted me to beat on the back of viola with the metal end of my bow.

At times like that, as the late lamented Molly Ivins once said, you've either gotta laugh or cry, and crying's bad for you.

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Thursday, September 17, 2009

Vesti la Kellogg's

It's going to be a busy couple of weeks for me, between starting a new job, selling a house and organizing a cross-country move, so please forgive the spotty posting. While I might not have too much time for deep thoughts (I'll leave that to Sam), I do have time for occasional amusements, such as this classic Rice Krispies commercial:

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Saturday, September 12, 2009

I'm seeing colors

Back after a much-needed summer hiatus! Now, to ease myself back into regular blogging...

An ex-musician friend happened upon this video of Beethoven's 5th Symphony - a "visual representation" of music:



For a "color code" of what each line represents, click here.

This makes me think a bit of (don't laugh, now...) the vocals "notation" used for "Rockband" (yes, the video game for XBox/Playstation/Wii), which I find genius in its simplicity and accessibility. It's a reminder that there are a myriad ways to notate pitch and time (we in the orchestra business tend to get stuck on the dots and dashes on five lines that we look at every day).

Other cultures have very different systems:



Japanese Shakuhachi music.



Russian Znamenny chant.

And finally, an interesting link outlining alternative notation within the Western classical notation.

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Friday, July 17, 2009

(Non-opposable) thumbs up

I know I've been posting a lot of videos lately, but this one is too good to pass up (this via Minnesota Orchestra Vice President and GM Bob Neu):



It's really kind of a fantastic idea, and musically it holds together with thematic threads (the closing few shots are actually repeats of the opening ones, so it gives it a nice sense of coming full circle). I particularly like the sudden harmonic shifts (appropriately coordinated with the...uh...soloist). I wonder, was the solo part notated? Or was this done purely with visual cues? In any case, a charming piece (kudos to composer/conductor Mindaugas Piecaitis) and a wonderfully innovative idea. With video screens, no less...

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Saturday, July 11, 2009

Bless The Rains

It's been forever since we had any significant rain here in Minneapolis, which makes for a nice mosquito-free summer, but also for crispy brown lawns and impossible farming/gardening conditions. Nothing we can do about it, of course, but a little rain dance couldn't hurt, right?



That's an Eastern European choral group called Perpetuum Jazzile turning in a pretty stunning rendition of my very favorite one-hit-wonder song from my childhood in the '80s, Toto's "Africa." Gotta love the creative thunder and lightning effect at the beginning...

(Hat tip to former MN Orch personnel manager Brian Woods for bringing this clip to my attention.)

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Thursday, July 2, 2009

Couldn't resist

I've been avoiding commentary on Michael Jackson's death (because, given the coverage on all the major media outlets, what could there possibly be to add??), but I had to share this with you:







(Organist Robert Ridgell plays a Jacksonian postlude last Sunday at Trinity Wall Street)


The (modal!) fugal treatment of "ABC" is particularly stunning. And make sure to watch through the collegial Book of Common Prayer-thumping at the end!

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Tuesday, June 30, 2009

Quarter for your thoughts

We've begun our epic Symphony for the Cities week that takes us from Hudson, WI to Plymouth, Winona and Excelsior, MN. They're all outdoor venues, which present their own very peculiar challenges (I don't usually have to fight gnat swarms on stage at Orchestra Hall), but also their very particular pleasures (including the throng of kids dancing on the grass right in front of the orchestra).

On Monday night in Hudson, I turned to the audience before starting "Radetzky March" to explain to them how I'd cue their "clapping entrance", how I would indicate a soft dynamic, a loud dynamic and, most importantly, how I'd cut them off. "Now, I want you all to stop clapping right on my cutoff. If I hear any clapping after the cutoff, you own me 25 cents." I've asked for dollars in the past (and something I've done with student orchestras playing, say, rhythmically complex pieces like "The Rite of Spring" - "don't fall in the hole!"), but I figured it's tough times for everyone, so a quarter would do. It garnered some chuckles from the audience.

The Orchestra and I then started "Radetzky"; I cued the audience to come in, they clapped as softly as I indicated, then went to forte on my cue. At my cutoff, a thousand people stopped clapping - well, OK, except a few stragglers, who I pointed out in the crowd, grinning. We went through the series of clap soft/clap loud/stop as we performed the piece, and at the last chords the rhythmic clapping quickly disintegrated into applause.

I thought nothing more of our little clapping exercise as we finished up the program (I have to confess I get tired of doing "1812"...). After our Sousa encore, as musicians began to pack up, I was chugging bottled water behind the bandshell when a woman approached me.

"I just wanted to give you this," she said, handing me a quarter.

"Actually, this is for my husband. He kept clapping after you stopped us, all three times. I guess he doesn't follow direction too well. Anyway, he was too embarrassed to give it to you himself, so I'm doing it for him!"

I had a good laugh. If this keeps up, maybe I can buy a soda at the end of the week...

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Thursday, June 18, 2009

Heaven 'n' Hell

A stunning video installation in the elevator of the Standard Hotel in NYC by artist/director Marco Brambilla, depicting an eye-popping journey from hell to heaven:



It's positively Boschian (with Brueghelic undertones!), and I love that Stravinsky was chosen as the soundtrack - it's looped and manipulated, of course, but very well done, seamless.

A more hi-def version can be found here for your viewing pleasure, and worth watching to catch the profusion of images - it's ridiculously replete with pop-culture references - see if you can spot Michael Jackson...

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Wednesday, June 3, 2009

The Best Medicine

When you spend your professional life immersed in some of the most complex music ever written day in and day out, the way orchestra players do, it can sometimes be hard to remember the simple power that music has to make us smile, or laugh, or just feel good about the world.

And then, someone sends you a link to a video of a piano-playing couple, married 62 years, giving an impromptu recital in the atrium of the Mayo Clinic.

Go ahead. Try to watch it without smiling. I dare you.



Thanks, Fran and Marlo. I really needed that today...

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Thursday, May 28, 2009

Transylvanian fun

...in the form of a musical glass duo playing "Il vecchio castello" ("The Old Castle") in, well, an old castle, the Hunyad Castle (Castelul Corvinilor) in Hunedoara, Romania, site of the imprisonment of Vlad III of Wallachia (more commonly remembered as Dracula). The piece works well for both the instrument and setting - eerie, atmospheric. Fun stuff. Make sure to listen through to the end - they do the "Ballet of the Chicks in their Shells" too.


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Tuesday, May 12, 2009

tlhIngan maH!

That's "We are Klingons!"...in Klingon, of course.

I caught the new "Star Trek" movie last night, and while I enjoyed it immensely (although it was actually Klingon-free), I found Michael Giacchino's soundtrack oddly hollow. The reorchestration of the original TV series theme which accompanied the end credits was particularly under-driven. Maybe it was a conscious effort to avoid the kitsch-factor of the original, but taking away some of the rhythmic impetus (as well as the signature vocal line) made it fall a bit flat. Call me old-school if you like; I'll take it as a compliment.

"Star Trek" in its many incarnation has inspired fervent fandom all over the world, which has occasionally spilled over into the musical realm. The most recent - workshopping a Klingon-language opera. Klingons, in the Star Trek universe, are a wrinkle-headed warrior race. What's fascinating is that an actual language has been created for this fictional race, and that people pursue serious linguistic study of said fictional race with its concocted language.

The proposed Klingon opera, "u", involves not just Klingon language but also enthomusicological research. I'll be interested to what kind of creative notation system, harmonic language and structural methodology will be "discovered", boldly going where no man has gone before.

Postscript - although not a superfan, I'm certainly a little bit of a nerd...

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Wednesday, May 6, 2009

The Great Chin-Rest Incident of Aught-Nine

Well, as Sarah alluded to yesterday, we had some added excitement at our Carnegie Hall concert Monday night, when our distinguished soloist had his chin rest come loose midway through the Sibelius concerto, and had to pull a fast swap with concertmaster Jorja Fleezanis. This is a big deal for any soloist, but fortunately for Leonidas, Jorja doesn't play just any violin. Her instrument was made in 1700 by the Italian master Matteo Gofriller, and one friend of mine in the audience said that he actually liked the dark, penetrating sound of Jorja's instrument even more than Kavakos's Stradivarius.

The New York Times reviewer noted that Jorja "tried to fix the violin during the concerto but could not." What he didn't mention is that the way she tried to fix it was by removing an earring and going all MacGyver on the chin rest mechanism. (Chin rests are attached to the instrument via a simple padded clamp, which is usually adjusted with a tool that looks like a piece of stiff paperclip.) When she couldn't get the thing tightened properly with the earring, she removed it entirely instead, and proceeded to play the rest of the concerto, sans chinrest, on Kavakos's instrument.

This actually further complicated matters when the concerto was over, because it was more or less guaranteed that the audience would want an encore from Kavakos. But his signature encore - an arrangement of Tarrega's Recuerdos de la Alhambra - uses a ricochet bowstroke so insanely difficult that it had our entire string section baffled when we first heard it last week. Could he pull it off on an unfamiliar violin? Would he even try?



Well, of course he could. And did. And the place went nuts. All in all, little disasters like this tend to turn quickly into good stories to tell other musicians over a beer later on. In fact, an hour or so after the concert, I found myself swapping similar stories with a couple of friends in a bar across the street from Carnegie. One friend remembered a soloist breaking a string mid-concerto, and turning to the concertmaster, only to find that his string had also just broken. Another friend recalled a snotty young concertmaster at Juilliard who once refused to give up his instrument to a soloist in need, a breach of orchestral protocol if ever there was one.

And then, there's the swap story to end all swap stories - it involves violin superstar Midori, and the incident in question pretty much made her famous...

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Tuesday, May 5, 2009

Slowly, with intense inner torment

Mahler scores are notorious detailed with nit-picky instruction to both player and conductor - woe betide the conductor who hasn't figured them out before the first rehearsal, when a suspicious wind player might test their preparedness by asking a pointed question about an obscure marking!

A list of translations can prove very helpful. Or, in this case (a "memo" to the New Philharmonia Orchestra of Newton, MA), very funny (via Alex Ross).

To whet your appetite:

GERMAN - ENGLISH

Langsam - Slowly

Schleppend - Slowly

Dampfer auf - Slowly

Mit Dampfer - Slowly

Allmahlich in das Hauptzeitmass ubergehen - Do not look at the conductor

Im Anfang sehr gemaechlich - In intense inner torment

Alle Betonungen sehr zart - With more intense inner torment

Getheilt (geth.) - Out of tune

Immer noch zurueckhaltend - With steadily decreasing competence


Sorry for the spotty posting - I've been on a busy guest-conducting week, and the Orchestra, of course, has been at Carnegie (read the glowing review here). I'm disappointed to have missed some excitement - namely, soloist Leonidas Kavakos and concertmaster Jorja Fleezanis in a violin switcheroo mid-Sibelius. Sam, I'm sure, will have some first-hand insights when the Orchestra returns!

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Friday, May 1, 2009

Mashing Up Ludwig

One of the great things about living in the digital age is the easy availability of incredible pockets of creativity that simply wouldn't have found any distribution channel before the era of the internet and user-generated content. YouTube, in particular, has become a way for talented people to share the kind of wildly creative but commercially non-viable projects that would otherwise likely never have existed.

I suspect that no musical genre has benefited from this phenomenon more than hip-hop. (And no genre has benefited less than classical, for a number of frustrating reasons that I'll leave for another day.) As a style that has always specialized in piggybacking on other genres through sampling and other techniques, hip-hop is uniquely positioned to take advantage of technologies like "autotuning," which allows the user to manipulate the pitch of voices and sounds. In other words, what would seem gimmicky and trite in, say, jazz, just comes off as fun and creative in hip-hop.

But gimmickry can be fun, too, and I've spotted a number of truly impressive efforts lately that make silly but impressive use of autotuning. For instance, you know that awful infomercial that seems to be on every half-hour or so lately? Wouldn't it be a lot more tolerable if that smirky little Vince character had a beat you could dance to?



Even better, wouldn't hot-button issues like gay marriage and climate change be a whole lot easier for everyone to deal with if the talking heads on TV sounded like this...?



I bring all this up because we're playing Beethoven's 7th this week, and along with being one of my favorite pieces in the world to play, it's a symphony that a good friend of mine once did something similarly creative with. If you've ever watched South Park, you know that there's a wheelchair-bound character named Timmy who can only say his own name. He says it a lot, and with great enthusiasm every time. In fact, his energy level is so high that my friend thought it could just about match the energy he'd heard that week at Orchestra Hall, where we'd been playing Beethoven's 7th. And it wasn't long before I was handed a homemade CD featuring this brilliant mash-up. (Listener advisory: it starts off pretty subtly - definitely listen all the way through to get the full impact...)



The credit for that little bit of genius goes to Mr. Benjamin Johnson of St. Paul, Minnesota. Benjamin's a former dancer with James Sewell Ballet, and these days makes his living as a massage therapist in Northeast Minneapolis. He also went to a heck of a lot of trouble to dig up this file when it became clear that everyone else he or I had ever given it to had lost it. Somebody buy that boy an auto-tuner...

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Opera plots 4 u

A fantastic use of technology over at The Omniscient Mussel; a contest to create the ultimate opera plot synopsis in 140 characters or less, submitted via Twitter (or blog comment, if you must). The celebrity judge? Superstar soprano Danielle de Niese. The prizes? You gotta see it to believe it. It's made the press everywhere. (Winners from the first contest here.)

Such buzz! I wonder if this is duplicable in the symphonic field?

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Sunday, April 19, 2009

Cirque du...?

Whatever happened to this contortionist version of the Andrews Sisters? And what does "Solid Potato Salad" mean? Questions aside, it's three minutes and fifty seconds well spent - I particularly like their big close. Hang in there until the one-minute mark, where the real magic starts...

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Tuesday, April 14, 2009

Strangely Mesmerizing

If you've ever been sent into a trance by the music of minimalists like Philip Glass and Steve Reich, and wondered just how they create that mesmerizing effect with nothing looping snippets of music, this site is for you. Part video game, part geometry test, and part compositional aid, you create your own mathematically generated piece just by drawing lines in the way of bouncing balls. Even just drawing a single horizontal line directly under the ball's entry point results quickly in an ever-more-complex world of sound. Box in the whole screen, and see how long you can keep the result from becoming cacophonous.

I'm normally not terribly susceptible to supposedly addictive games. But I've already spent several hours playing with this one. And I'm not even that big a Glass fan...

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Wednesday, April 8, 2009

Run, Ludwig, run!

Fun and frolics at the Fairbanks Symphony - their annual "Beat Beethoven" 5K run. Why not an upgrade for next year? If taken at a profoundly deliberate pace, perhaps Mahler's 3rd Symphony would be the perfect marathon benchmark.

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Monday, March 23, 2009

Build A Better... um... Theremin?

When you're talking about orchestras and the instruments within them, there are a lot of legitimate questions that can be asked. (Why do we have trombones and bassoons, but no saxophones? Why clarinets but no harmonica? Why two violin sections and only one of cellos when the cello is without question a better instrument?) But I have to admit that the idea that we might be lacking some instruments that no one's even invented yet isn't something that I've spent a lot of time considering.

But apparently, someone has. And that someone has thousands of dollars lying around that s/he is willing to throw at inventors who come up with these incredible new noisemakers. Some of them are honestly pretty stupid and unpleasant-sounding (there are sound files of all the finalists on the Wired story I linked to above,) but some others (the Silent Drum and the Sorisu in particular) are instruments I wouldn't mind hearing worked into a larger ensemble.

After all, there's a history of using technology to enhance the orchestra. Messaien made extensive use of the oddly spacey ondes martenot, and the electromagnetic air guitar known as the theremin has become something of a cult favorite over the years. My only question is how long I have before someone decides that a Sorisu section would be a nice replacement for violas...


a theremin in action...

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Tuesday, March 17, 2009

Because one needs a pick-me-up sometimes



I particularly enjoyed the Tchaikovsky Symphony and Chopin Prelude references half way in. A perfect pick-me-up in a rough week - I will survive!

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Wednesday, March 11, 2009

Viola Destruction!

For your general amusement (or horror, if you happen to be a violist,) please do enjoy this video of legendary violist Yuri Bashmet enduring the scariest thing that can happen to a musician mid-concert...



And in case you're wondering, yes, that is a ridiculously valuable 18th century viola that just exploded in Yuri's hands. And no, that doesn't make it wrong to laugh - the chunk that snapped off isn't the valuable part, and is eminently replaceable...

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Sunday, March 1, 2009

I'm seeing stars


This unusual domed ceiling from the interior of the Dusseldorf Tonhalle, where we played two nights ago.


And here, the stage view.


This is the only concert hall I know that started out as - you may have guessed it - a planetarium. Thus the domed ceiling with the diaphanous panels (you can actually see the scaffolding and equipment behind the panels). Very "future cool". And a little bit "Space, the final frontier".

And now to tap into a different space-based cultural touchstone:


For any of you "Star Wars" geeks out there, you know exactly what this refers to . Pictured are fellow geeks bassist Matt Frischman and violist Sifei Cheng, post-concert in Stuttgart, on our way to find a late dinner.

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Saturday, February 28, 2009

Ask An Expert: Climate Control

Regular commenter Emily Kroeck asked a good question about Sarah's last post, so I thought we might as well make it a tour edition of Ask An Expert. Emily asks:

Q: How is instrument temperature and humidity controlled on tours where flying is involved? I'm particularly curious about the big and numerous instruments like basses and cellos. Do musicians with smaller instruments carry them on in flight, or is every instrument stored in one temperature-controlled parallel universe that the stage crew then taps into at each destination? Also, does [the orchestra] bring along all of its own instruments or do you borrow some from host venues (I'm thinking of percussion instruments?)

Long before we ever leave on tour, our staff distributes to each musician a questionnaire on which we must, among other things, declare whether each of us will be hand-carrying our instrument from city to city, or placing it in the care of our crew, which has dozens of specially designed and built trunks ready to accommodate them. For those who play instruments too large to carry onto planes, the answer is obvious, but for those of us who play smaller instruments, it's a tough call. The downside of "trunking" your instrument is that you usually won't have access to it between concerts, leaving you only an hour or two of warm-up time to get reacquainted each night.

But hand-carrying can be a real problem, too, since many airlines are none too pleased to see dozens of bulky instruments taking up the overheads, and technically, they don't have to let us bring them on board. (On this tour, we're actually doing a fair amount of bussing between cities, so this is less of a concern.) Furthermore, if you're hand-carrying, your instrument is subject to whatever changing weather conditions happen to be around at the moment, whereas the trunks travel in special climate-controlled trucks and cargo planes. For instance, it's about 15 degrees warmer and a lot drier in Stuttgart, where we've just arrived, than it was in Cologne, which we left 5 hours ago. Temperature and humidity can really affect the sound of string instruments in particular, so you have to set your own priorities.

However, despite the logistical difficulties, we do bring all our own instruments from Minneapolis, even the percussion equipment. (The lone exception is pianos, since Steinway grands are standard equipment in every major concert hall in the Western world.) You might think all percussion is the same, but our own Kevin Watkins was just telling me the other night that he'd gotten a look at the Berlin Philharmonic's xylophone, and was shocked to see that it's two "keyboards" lay parallel to each other, whereas American xylophones have one layer elevated above the other, like uneven parallel bars. It would be pretty hard to adjust to something like that on the fly.

Emily's comment also included the following: The artist's bar thing is COOL. Never mind that I'm not in an orchestra nor have aspirations to be in one - I'm jealous anyway.

This is not, technically, a question, but I'm taking it as the perfect excuse to post some more video of my very favorite part of the European concert hall/backstage cafe experience. Specifically, the clip below was shot in Cologne, in the very moments after our concert ended on Thursday night, as I made my way from my seat onstage into the wings, where I partook of a Cologne Philharmonie tradition that really ought to catch on in every concert hall in the world...



That's right. In Cologne, you have a glass of beer in your hand before you put your instrument down. Not only that, it's a local brew - Kölsch - which, while not exactly a highfalutin' beer (I once had a Surdyk's worker sneer at me for asking if they had any,) tastes excellent when you've just spent 35 minutes sweating your way through Nielsen's 5th Symphony...

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Monday, February 16, 2009

Showing Off

As we await the arrival of legendary violinist Joshua Bell, our soloist for this week's concerts as well as our upcoming European tour, I thought I'd share one of my favorite virtuoso violin videos from a master of a bygone era. Willie Hall is the gentleman's name, and as nearly as I can tell, he's actually playing everything you hear in this clip, some of which is pretty incredible despite the low fidelity of the recording.



Your move, Mr. Bell...

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Thursday, February 5, 2009

More Japanese madness

Ever since I posted my "Vegetabulous" videos I occasionally receive YouTube links to further musical silliness, most often of the Japanese variety (and, oh, my friends, there is no shortage of it...).

My latest submission:



The crux of the drama being what kind of rice to choose with the "breakfast set" (white or "mixed" - with meat/veggies/flavoring mixed in). The side dishes sound "gorgeous"! But wait, there's a third option, rice with mushroom ("mattake gohan"), which sounds delicious, but there are only two servings. No problem, Mom and Daughter will share, so they can have both white and mushroom rice. But this makes Dad a little envious, what shall we do? Fate seals the decision; breakfast time is over, declare the servers, lunch will begin soon!

Who comes up with this stuff??

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Friday, January 30, 2009

Cutting Room Floor: Alternate Fingering

Posts tagged as Cutting Room Floor are where we put all the material relevant to our Inside the Classics concerts that we know we won't have time to get to in the actual shows. Some of it is serious, some of it is silly, and some of it is just extra information about the featured composer or piece of music that we didn't know what else to do with. Click the tag to see all this extra source material in one place...

On the heels of our Mendelssohn concerts this week, we've got one last bit of Octet-based fun for your enjoyment. As those of you who were at the show will remember, the finale of the Octet for Strings begins with a ridiculously fast growling melody line in the second cello part, played in our performances by MN Orch principal cello Tony Ross. (Why was Tony playing second cello, you ask? Because he wanted to, and we don't argue with Big Tony.)

Anyway, Tony has played this piece a lot, and one of the frustrations cellists have with it is that, no matter how accurate and nimble your fingers are with that opening lick, it winds up just sounding like a bunch of ultra-low rumbling until the violas come in with the same line an octave higher. So Tony, ever the enterprising soul, has come up with a unique way of playing that opening growl that saves a great deal of wear and tear on the fingers...



(Apologies for the poor video quality. I don't have a real video camera...)

He actually threatened to play it that way at the show this week. And if he had, I'm betting only a few people would have been able to hear the difference. Looks totally ridiculous, though...

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Sunday, January 4, 2009

Playing For The Microphones

The orchestra heads back to work Monday morning, after two weeks away from the hall, but those of you waiting for a concert will have a while to wait yet. We'll spend this week recording new CDs, which for the first time under Osmo will feature a composer other than Beethoven. Okay, actually, we are recording some Beethoven - his fourth piano concerto with the up-and-coming Russian pianist Yevgeny Sudbin, but the bulk of the week will be spent on Bruckner's massive 4th symphony.

(Someone asked me the other day why we would pair these two very different pieces on a single CD, and the answer is that I'm pretty sure we won't be. Taken together, the Bruckner and Beethoven represent around 90 minutes of music, so I'm pretty sure they wouldn't fit on a single release. Whether the concerto will be released as a stand-alone CD or will sit on BIS's shelf until we've recorded another of the Beethoven concertos with Sudbin next season, I don't know, but I'll try to find out for those of you who care about such things.)

This will also be the first time since November that we'll be playing what musicians consider standard concert hall repertoire. As a commenter recently pointed out, our Decembers are given over entirely to holiday programming, and while some of it is certainly quality music, none of it is actually challenging to play. Throw in the additional fact that the last concert we played under Osmo was way the hell back on November 15 (a runout performance in Watertown,) and jumping feet first into a recording session with no rehearsal starts to seem like the musical equivalent of joining the Polar Bear Club. (Which, I'm reliably informed, one of our horn players actually did this weekend.)

The good news is that Osmo doesn't tend to throw us a lot of curveballs that we aren't ready for (we know him pretty well by now,) and we've worked with BIS producer Rob Suff for more than five years now, so the pace of the recording sessions will be familiar, if exhausting. Because we have to stop frequently to listen back to various takes, recordings take much longer than our regular rehearsals and concerts - we'll be at the hall from 10am to 6:30pm Monday, Tuesday, and Thursday, and from 10am-1pm on Friday. (The off day on Wednesday is by design, so we don't end up sounding lethargic on the later takes.)

I'll chime in with some posts about the recording process as we go through it, and I'll try to score some photos and audio from the control room as well, if I can do it without annoying anyone too much. And for those of you waiting for us to get back into the tuxes, and who may have worn out your Minnesota Orchestra recording of Beethoven's 5th, here's a slightly different interpretation that I've been enjoying recently...


Yes, that would be Mr. Bean...

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Saturday, January 3, 2009

Happy Year of the Cow!

Well, it's actually the Year of the Ox (if you're into the whole Chinese/Japanese astrology/zodiac thing), but Cow is so much funnier...

Of course, no mention of the New Year would be complete without a Neujahrs-Konzert with the Vienna Philharmonic, a tradition since 1939, this year led by the inimitable Daniel Barenboim.

I've written about Mr. Barenboim and his West-Eastern Divan Orchestra - although ostensibly non-political, the ensemble has given him a platform to promote deeper understanding between two opposing factions, and given the current violence in the region, I was wondering if Barenboim would take advantage of the Vienna podium to share his thoughts.

Which he certainly did - while his remarks at the actual concert were limited to a simple wish that 2009 be a "year of peace in the world and of human justice in the Middle East", he did release a statement that was tantamount to a criticism of Israeli air strikes against Palestinians on the Gaza Strip.

While one may not agree with his politics, it's hard not to admire a man who takes a stand on his strongly-held convictions, particularly when those convictions are borne of an understanding of both perspectives (the Israeli-Argentinian conductor is also an honorary Palestinian citizen).

But, as always, the music transcends all. I particularly love "Spharenklange" by the Waltz King's brother, Josef Strauss:



I'm not a huge fan of the sweeping shots of the Alps (and the odd close-ups of alpine lichen), but, hey, it's TV, people! The notion of "Harmony of the Spheres" is a nice one, particularly given the tenor of violence in the world discussed earlier.

And of course, you can't have a New Year's Concert without the obligatory encores - in this case, ALWAYS "Blue Danube" and my favorite, Radetzky March, the perennial opportunity for conductors to ham it up and mug for the audience/camera (not that there's anything wrong with that!!):




Wishing a healthy, happy and unturbulent New Year to all!!

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Wednesday, December 24, 2008

Travel Madness, Part the Second




Merry Christmas to all!!

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Sunday, December 21, 2008

Oh Night Divine

I don't know what it is about musicians that causes us to prize twisted, awful versions of melodies that everyone else treasures, but we do. Most likely, it has something to do with the ungodly number of times that we play such melodies, especially at Christmastime, and the secret desire we all harbor to be part of such a meltdown. Sarah's Messiah organist on crack is probably the most circulated of such holiday calamities, but having endured more painful singalong gigs than I care to remember, I like the simple sweet sadness of a classic (but difficult to sing) Christmas carol being massacred by an 8-year-old, foul-mouthed cartoon character...

(Don't worry - there's no need for a NSFW tag here. Cartman keeps his language civil in this one, even if he does seem to believe that O Holy Night includes the line, "Jesus was born, and so I get presents...")



Merry Christmas, all. I'll be out of town spending the holiday with family this week, so posting may be sparse. We'll get things back up and running before the New Year...

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Tuesday, December 16, 2008

Osmo Blagojevich?

12/19/08: I have been ordered by members of our management team to remove this post. I don't agree with the decision, but it's not my call. Sorry...

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Sunday, December 14, 2008

Encore!

I know, I know, I've posted this before, but it's just too good! And it's one of those things that never fails to make me laugh (there are a couple of those in my life).

Here it is; the most appalling ending of the Hallelujah chorus that has ever been (and hopefully ever will be). I challenge you to listen to this with a straight face!

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Friday, December 5, 2008

Tuning Out The Crisis

Everywhere you turn these days, the news seems to be bad and getting worse by the hour. In the orchestra world, the most positive headline I've seen in weeks was from the Cleveland Orchestra, where they've just barely managed to balance their budget by exhausting a bridge fund which will now do nothing for their future financial situation, leaving them precariously balanced on the edge of a million-gallon drum of red ink. And that's the best scenario we're seeing for orchestras at the moment. (As I write this, the Minnesota Orchestra is holding our own annual meeting, where I'm told we'll also be announcing a balanced budget for 2007-08, but of course, we're preparing for the same kinds of historic challenges as everyone else in what are sure to be some lean years ahead.)

It's on days like this that I always make sure to turn off the news and put down the budget projections for at least a few minutes, and spend some time doing or watching something that reminds me of why I love what I do for a living. Thankfully, in the age of YouTube, such reminders are never too far away. Those of you who've been reading this blog almost since the beginning may remember my fondness for violinist Gilles Apap, he of the crazy Mozart cadenza. Say what you will about the dangers of not taking serious music seriously, but Apap is unquestionably a serious musician who never fails to make me smile. Even in days like these...

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Saturday, November 29, 2008

Harold In The Balcony

It's been an interesting week at Orchestra Hall, in part because we're working with one of my favorite guest conductors, in part because there was a 46-hour turkey-related gap between our first and second concerts of the week (always dangerous, since professional orchestras work by creating extremely fast muscle memory for each week's program, then discarding and starting again the next week,) but mostly because we're playing Berlioz's Harold in Italy, the world's strangest viola concerto.

In truth, Harold isn't a concerto at all. It's more of a symphonic tone poem which happens to feature a particular solo instrument. (Not unlike Strauss's Don Quixote, which features the cello and viola as the title character and his trusty sidekick.) For the bulk of the first movement of the piece, the viola is front and center, playing more or less as a soloist with the orchestra chiming in on several extended tutti passages. But in the second movement, the solo viola doesn't play a lot, and what he does play is mainly accompanying the melodic progression of the orchestra. In the third movement, the orchestra keeps playing the melodies, while the viola chimes in occasionally with a bit of an obligato over the top of things. And finally, the finale barely features the soloist at all, other than a few flourishes at the beginning that hearken back to earlier movements. In fact, some violists choose to either melt back into the orchestra at this point, or at least start playing the orchestral viola parts from the soloist's position, just to avoid having to spend ten minutes standing there looking like a dweeb while the orchestra finishes your concerto for you.

So while Harold is a very fun piece to play and listen to, it's a bit awkward to watch if you're used to the traditional interplay between orchestra and soloist. Our principal viola, Tom Turner, actually called a number of colleagues around the world before the week began to ask how they handle the odd semi-soloist role. He got a number of opinions, but nothing that really dealt with the problem. But on the second day of rehearsals, Tom and conductor Yan Pascal Tortelier hit on a bizarre but surprisingly effective solution.

(Spoiler Alert: I've waited to write about this until the end of the week, in case a bunch of you were planning to come to the concerts. But we've still got the Saturday night concert to come, so if you're holding tickets for tonight, or think you might want to stop by, you'll be wanting to wait to read the rest of this post. Trust me - the whole effect is much more fun if you don't know what's coming ahead of time...)

So, what happens in the Tortelier/Turner version of Harold is that, towards the end of the first movement, when the viola has played its last solo and the orchestra is crashing through our last tutti, Tom takes his instrument off his shoulder, turns a few pages in his score, and then walks briskly down a set of stairs attached to the front of the stage, and walks straight out one of the doors on the main floor to the right of the stage. He's gone before we finish the movement, as the audience stares and tries to figure out what's gone wrong. (Our audiences thus far have seemed about evenly divided between those who are utterly baffled by this, and those who figure out almost immediately what's going on.)

As we begin the second movement, a pilgrim's march led by the strings, Tom is nowhere to be seen. And it isn't until a minute or so later that he reappears, standing in the corner of the first balcony overhanging stage right. From that position, he plays nearly the entire second movement, which creates the effect of the accompanying viola hovering over the orchestra sonically - it's more clear to the audience that he is no longer in a traditional solo role than it would be were he still standing at the front of the stage playing arpeggios. As the movement ends, Tom again turns and leaves the concert hall, stopping outside the balcony door long enough to play his final phrase from out in the hallway, with the door held open by one of our crew.

The third movement begins with a sort of sea shanty in the violas and piccolo, after which a lyrical motion takes over. This time, Tom pops up in the opposite balcony, again overhanging the orchestra and using his position to sing his obligato lines over the top of the ensemble. Again, he leaves before the end of the movement, and this time, as he plays his closing cadence from outside the door, the crew actually lets the door swing slowly shut, creating a real-life fadeout.

At this point, while the orchestra and conductor catch our breath and the audience begins looking around for where else the soloist might materialize, Tom essentially has to run out the balcony door, down a flight of stairs, up a sloping hallway, and into the very back of the hall on the main floor. We give him roughly an extra 20 seconds to accomplish this, but he has no chance to reach his position before we start the finale, and the conductor would ruin the effect by looking back to see if he's there before giving our cue, so there's a fair amount of trust involved. Were Tom to trip and fall on the way down the stairs, things could get interesting.

As it is, we start the last movement, and almost immediately, Tom is singing out from behind everyone. As his first phrase finishes, and the orchestra takes over, he stalks down the aisle and takes up a new position about two-thirds of the way to the stage, where he plays his next solo entrance (while, it should be said, mugging for the crowd around him a bit.) Following that, he walks to a third position nearly right in front of the stairs he came down at the end of the first movement, and plays one more solo line, before bolting up the stairs, striking a bit of a pose, and launching into the last real solo passage he'll play before the orchestra takes us the rest of the way. By this time, a good percentage of the audience seems to be grinning back at Tom, and he's been tossing a few smirks the way of the viola section as he swashbuckles through this last bit.

For the remainder of the performance, Tom essentially becomes our principal viola again, albeit a principal standing apart from us. He plays most of the orchestral passages, and finishes the piece as part of the larger ensemble. But since he's already played so many different roles over the course of the performance, it doesn't seem in the least odd, and the ovation he's been getting would seem to indicate that the crowd approves of the theatrics. It's always dicey to add a non-traditional element to an orchestra concert (Will the critics approve? Will our more traditional-minded concertgoers tolerate it? Will anyone understand what we're trying to do?), but in this case, it's definitely been worth the effort. I'm now firmly of the belief that Harold should always be played this way.

(A funny moment happened following the first performance of the week, as the violas crowded backstage to congratulate Tom. As we all marveled at his calmness in such an unusual situation, and his smooth transitions between the movements, the most veteran member of our section, Tokyo-born Eiji Ikeda, came up to shake Tom's hand, but then shook his head and admonished our principal. "Tom," said Eiji, "why you no make costume changes between movements?")

So, if any of you were at the concerts, I'm curious to hear how you reacted. Were you shocked? Amused? Bemused? Let us know in the comments, and enjoy the rest of the holiday weekend...

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Thursday, November 27, 2008

Happy Turducken Day!

Hope everyone is enjoying a holiday full of family, friends and feasting! My Thanksgiving table will be dominated by a turducken:



(File photo - mine's nowhere near done...)

For those who are scratching their heads, a turducken is, yes, a turkey stuffed with a duck stuffed with a chicken. It's so wrong, but so delicious. And decadent! Although, for true, true decadence, check out this monstrosity which goes by another name but which I think should be called a "dodecaducken".

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Thursday, November 20, 2008

Cutting Room Floor: Mozart On Wheels

On the heels of our Mozart extravaganza, here's one last piece of related brilliance for you to enjoy. Hat tip to Andrew Sullivan for finding it...


(That's Mozart's Symphony No. 40, by the way. Dude has excellent rhythm.)

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Wednesday, November 19, 2008

Last push

Wednesday afternoon before the first show on "Inside the Classics" weeks is always a bit of a mad rush to the finish line. The hardest part of it for me is to get a feel for the flow of the show before we actually perform it once - when we rehearse these concerts, we rehearse the musical excerpts and the featured piece, but we never get a chance to do it with the script and whatever shenanigans we're up to. So, my afternoon pre-concert is spent running and re-running the show in my apartment - and if there's no-one else home, I'll do the script out loud.

When my brain gets weary of repeating the same complicated paragraph for the umpteenth time, I entertain myself with random YouTube searches; here's my current obsession:



I know, I know, I've got an odd sense of humor...

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Monday, November 3, 2008

One more day

I can't wait until the election is over - it's been an exhausting media blitz in the last few days, and I'm itching to get back into a more regular news cycle - I mean, does anyone know what's been going on in the rest of the world in the last week or so? (A random recap: it's been flooding in Yemen, Panasonic is making Sanyo a subsidiary, and Norway is lending cash-strapped Iceland 500M Euros).

But here's a work of utter musical cleverness, good for a smile, regardless of your political predisposition (the mimicry of vocal cadences is pretty amazing!):




Hoping that everyone is fulfilling their civic duty and casting their ballot today!

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Friday, October 31, 2008

Hallowe'en Madness

Almost every year, our principal horn player, Mike Gast, throws an all-orchestra Hallowe'en bash at his Uptown abode, and every time he does, there wind up being some truly excellent costumes. So here, for your All Hallows Eve enjoyment, are some shots I snapped at this year's party, which, since we're working tonight, took place last weekend...

Our gracious host, with bassist Dave Williamson in the duct tape.

Oboist Julie Gramolini, cleverly costumed as herself several years ago in the Air Force.

Outreach/Education staffer Mele Willis channeling her inner Alaska governor.

Flutist Wendy Williams as Cindy McCain. Ah, election year.

Trumpeter Chuck Lazarus doing his best Joe the Plumber. (Be glad this isn't a rear view. Chuck went all out for plumber authenticity, if you know what I mean.)

Violist Megan Tam spent hours sewing this. She's "Undecided." Get it?

Oh, yeah. I was there, too...

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Wednesday, October 29, 2008

A Song For America

One of the things that people who don't work in the music business probably don't have a firm grasp on is the sheer number of musicians a major symphony orchestra employs. And I'm not talking only about the 95-100 musicians you see on stage when we're performing, although we're certainly an intimidatingly large bunch. Orchestras our size typically employ close to 100 non-performers as well, and you'd be amazed at how many of them also play (or used to play) music seriously, if not professionally.

Just taking a glance through our artistic staff roster (the people directly involved with the day-to-day artistic administration of the orchestra, as differentiated from the folks in, say, payroll or HR,) I see an operations manager who sings in the Minnesota Chorale, an education director who plays viola in the Minnesota Opera Orchestra, and a personnel manager who used to be a professional violinist. Our former CEO, Tony Woodcock, who now runs New England Conservatory, is an avid amateur violinist. Brian Newhouse, who hosts our weekly live broadcasts on Minnesota Public Radio, used to sing semi-professionally. And Kari Marshall, the orchestra's Artistic Administrator and one of the unseen hands guiding Inside the Classics, is a lifelong flautist.

And then, there's Kellie Nitz. Kellie works in our personnel department, dealing with all the whiny musician complaints and scheduling snafus that most of us never think about when we're practicing for the next concert. I've known Kellie since she started working for us a number of years back, and it never occurred to me to ask whether she played an instrument herself, until a couple of summers ago, when I was wandering Peavey Plaza during the Day of Music, and found myself looking up at her as she stood on one of the outdoor stages, thwapping a bass and wailing into a microphone.

As it turns out, Kellie spends her off hours as a member of a truly awesome Minneapolis rock band called Mighty Fairly. They've already got one full-length album to their credit, and they'll be throwing a release party for their second one next month at Bunker's, in the Warehouse District. And this fall, they entered a songwriting contest sponsored by Rift magazine, in which bands were challenged to write a song completing a sentence that begins, "My America..."

According to Kellie, Mighty Fairly banged out their submission in less than two days. And they won. (Told you they were awesome.) After realizing they might have a hit on their hands, they created a video to go with the song, featuring a wide variety of Minnesotans completing the My America sentence themselves. Parts of the video nearly made me tear up, and the chorus of the song has been stuck in my head all week. (And I'm not tired of it yet.) So as the country steams towards next Tuesday's date with the ballot box, here's a song to sing while you're waiting in line...

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Sunday, October 12, 2008

Looking For A New Classic

Last night, the NHL's Minnesota Wild opened their 2008-09 season at home against the Boston Bruins, a fact which was noted in eye-rolling fashion by our principal trombonist, Doug Wright, during the stage-setting break between the first and second works on our Saturday night program, when he walked into the musicians' lounge to find five musicians plus Osmo clustered around the TV, checking the score before we had to rush back onstage for a piano concerto. (Doug, who doesn't play the concerto, had the right to make fun of us. The hockey obsessives in this orchestra do tend to be fanatical, even by sports fan standards, and I noticed that Osmo had one of our personnel managers reporting the score of the game to him as he came offstage for intermission, as well.)

Later, at the end of intermission, principal cellist Tony Ross had to literally drag Osmo out of the lounge by one arm when the "on stage" call was heard, lest he plant himself permanently in front of the game, where the Wild had jumped out to a 4-1 lead. This, of course, is why Osmo doesn't have a TV in his private dressing room.

Meanwhile, up in Canada, a music-related hockey drama has been slowly unfolding over the past several months, ever since the Canadian Broadcasting Corporation somehow managed to lose the rights to the theme music to Hockey Night in Canada.



Let's understand the seriousness of this. Those of us who live south of the 49th parallel and have no connection to our neighbors to the north probably can't really grasp just how famous the Hockey Night theme is. The closest we can probably get is the Monday Night Football theme, but even then, I'd wager to say that a far higher percentage of Canadians can sing you the hockey theme than Americans can sing that pumped up NFL jingle. It's a major cultural touchstone for a proud hockey-loving nation, and it's now gone from the airwaves of the national broadcaster.

(That's not to say it's actually gone completely. The reason CBC lost the rights is that it was outbid for them by commercial broadcaster CTV, which owns TSN, Canada's version of ESPN. TSN broadcasts multiple hockey games to the entire country every week, and the hockey theme now prefaces each of them. But to a lot of Canadians, that's just not the same thing.)

So, CBC was in a spot. Obviously, it wasn't going to cancel Hockey Night in Canada, a Saturday tradition that still draws some of the highest ratings anywhere. So it needed a new theme, and it turned to the public to get it. Culling 15 finalists from over 15,000 entries it received from across the country, the network spent a ridiculous amount of time over the past month or so flogging its viewers to vote for a winner. Last night, they revealed the winner live just as Hockey Night in Canada went on the air...



The winning composer is Colin Oberst from the western province of Alberta (note to Bright Eyes fans - that's Colin Oberst, not Conor - no relation as far as I know,) and I have to say, while his theme isn't the classic that the original theme was, I like it a lot. It's up-tempo, innocent, and a bit old-fashioned, which is just so Canada, and the Celtic pipes that open and close the song are a distinctive nod to Atlantic Canada's roots in the British Isles. And all in all, despite the fact that many will likely never forgive the CBC for letting the original theme get away, the whole contest strikes me as a great way of involving the audience in something they care passionately about...

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Thursday, October 9, 2008

Fix This Concert

Composer Nico Muhly has been playing a fun and snarky game with violist Nadia Sirota (an old friend of mine, for the record) over at his blog. He calls the game "Fix This Concert," and it was inspired by the New York Philharmonic's season opening program, which Muhly and others have complained was far too unimaginative and lacking any intellectually challenging music. (Orchestras are accused of having no stomach for complex music almost as often as we're accused of assaulting audiences with complex music.)

In Muhly's game, you try to improve the existing program by substituting one or two works for the ones currently on the program, but do so without completely changing the nature of the evening. In other words, despite the fact that I'm pretty sure that Tchaikovsky's overplayed, overwrought 4th symphony wouldn't be Muhly's first choice as a concert anchor, he leaves it where it is on the Phil's opening night program, because he understands the orchestra's need for a warhorse to sell tickets to those who are just looking to hear a big, bombastic piece they don't have to work to understand. But he replaces a similarly overplayed Berlioz overture with a short piece by Jacob Druckman, who is a brilliant composer not enough people know about, and then changes a somewhat treacly Ibert flute concerto to a more forward-thinking concerto by Christopher Rouse. And presto, you've got a better program, at least according to Muhly (and me,) without changing your soloist or your anchor piece.

Now, I'll be the first to defend an orchestra's right to program whatever we think will sell the most tickets (most of the time, anyway.) But I think Muhly makes an excellent point with his game: there's no reason that we can't spruce up our programming without seeming to thumb our nose at more conservative audience members. Half the reason that many in our audience think that they won't like new music is because we're relatively careless in choosing what composers we feature, and under what circumstances. Programmed smartly, a new work frequently garners the most enthusiastic reaction from our crowds, and has the added benefit of making our ticketbuyers more comfortable with the idea of mixing Beethoven with, say, Harbison.

So let's play Fix This Concert, shall we? Below, I'm listing a concert program the Minnesota Orchestra will be presenting this November. It's not a bad program by any stretch (unless you're fundamentally opposed to viola solos,) but it does seem to be a bit "safe." Can you make it better, without completely gutting it? Fire away in the comments, and I'll update this post with my own "fix" in a few days...

The Program:
MOZART Overture to Abduction from the Seraglio
BERLIOZ Harold in Italy
DELIUS "The Walk to the Paradise Garden" from A Village Romeo & Juliet
ELGAR Enigma Variations

Update, 10/11/08: Y'all can feel free to keep chiming in with your own fixes in the comments, but having had a couple of days to think about it, here's my take. Although Harold in Italy is the biggest, longest piece on the program, Enigma is pretty clearly the anchor piece, so it stays. On the viola front, I'm substituting Sofia Gubaidulina's riveting and virtuosic viola concerto for the Berlioz - although a very different kind of piece, I think it pairs well with Elgar's emotional character. The Delius I'm dropping altogether. And as much as I love the Mozart, I'm not sure it fits the character of this program all that well, so I'm substituting Holst's underperformed Brook Green Suite, giving our concert distinctly English bookends, with a challenging but soulful interior work. I'd buy a ticket to that...

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Saturday, October 4, 2008

Clapping, part III

A few last thoughts on the clapping question.

Also, some Clapping Music. It's utterly hypnotic...

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Sunday, September 28, 2008

Oh Say Can You Sing

On this, the last day of baseball's regular season (unless you're the White Sox, the Tigers, or the Twins,) let us take a moment to consider the North American practice of singing or playing national anthems before sporting events, a tradition which may cause more cringeworthy moments than any other type of musical performance. Musicians (and non-musicians who can tell the difference between Ashlee Simpson and Deborah Voight) attending ballgames almost always have to look away from each other to avoid giggling or groaning during the anthems, and you need only run a quick Google search to come up with hundreds of embarrassing attempts.

Part of the problem, of course, is that The Star-Spangled Banner is really difficult to sing. It spans more than 1-1/2 octaves, whereas Oh Canada and Take Me Out to the Ballgame require only a single octave's range. If you aren't careful to start on the right note for your particular range, you may find yourself in a world of hurt when the rockets start glaring, as Carl Lewis famously found out one night at a Chicago Bulls game...



Then, there's the fact that a shocking number of Americans seem more than a little fuzzy on just what order the lyrics come in...



The problem isn't helped by the fact that a lot of sports teams seem to view the singing of the anthem not so much as a musical performance, but as a chance to let some ordinary fans on the field. The Minnesota Twins, for example, tend to trot a bunch of elementary school "choirs" (should you really be allowed to call it a choir when everyone is singing in unison?) out onto the MetroDome turf to shriek the anthem while giggling and poking each other, perhaps on the theory that no one is ever going to sound good in a Dome with an antiquated sound system, so why the hell not? The Minnesota Wild, by contrast, have had a succession of professional and semi-professional singers on staff to sing the anthems at each game, but then the Wild have pretty much had a handle on the whole choral music thing from the beginning.



In Canada, they seem to take the whole anthem thing awfully seriously - in Ottawa and Montreal, actual Mounties with voices good enough for the operatic stage are regular anthem singers, and Irish tenor John McDermott frequently stops by to do the honors for the Toronto Maple Leafs. Even at a minor league baseball game I once attended in Winnipeg, the anthems were sung by a shockingly talented barbershop quartet.

But taking pride in our obvious shortcomings seems to be a distinctly American quality, and there's actually something endearing about clearly unqualified vocalists willing to risk public humiliation for a shot to stand on a field with a microphone. There but for the grace of God and all...

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Tuesday, September 23, 2008

Kagel's Finale

Over the weekend, some sad news hit the arts pages - Argentinian-born composer Mauricio Kagel has died, aged 76. In all likelihood, you've never heard of Kagel, since he was the very model of the anti-establishment, avant-garde composer, and as such, his music never achieved wide fame among the general public.

While I'm a big evangelist for new music in general, I must confess that a lot of what goes on on the fringes of the music world doesn't really hold much interest for me. I always thought John Cage was somewhat overrated, I never thought much of "chance music," and I'll always believe that the academic world of composition is ill-served by allowing avant-garde types to belittle the efforts of young composers who seek to write music that a majority of people would enjoy listening to.

But Kagel, in addition to being a supremely talented composer, had a quality that many hyper-intellectual music types lack: a great sense of humor. From the Washington Post's obituary: "[Kagel's] pieces include a string quartet to be played by gloved musicians using knitting needles; a lecture on avant-garde music that is interrupted by music and mime; and an orchestral piece in which the conductor tries to get through a performance while negotiating with hostage-takers."


Oberlin percussionists performing Kagel's Dressur

Back when I was a student at Ohio's Oberlin Conservatory, I got to take part in one of Kagel's more, shall we say, theatrical works. The piece was called Finale, which is an odd title for a one-movement work. But the meaning becomes clear roughly two-thirds of the way through the performance, when the conductor begins clutching his chest and stumbling at the podium, eventually having a full-fledged heart attack and "dying" on stage. (Our conductor, who was not even thirty years old and in great physical shape, had a tough time pulling this off realistically, but it was probably for the best. Had the septuagenarian who led our larger orchestras been conducting, someone in the crowd would undoubtedly have called 911 when he fell...)

Once the conductor has collapsed, Kagel's score calls for the orchestra to immediately stop playing and leap to their leader's aid. The concertmaster takes his pulse, and sadly shakes his head at the other players. All slowly return to their seats, where, conductorless, the whole ensemble plays the Dies Irae, at which point, presumably, the audience gets the joke. The piece winds up this way, and if I'm remembering correctly, Kagel dictates that the conductor is not allowed to pop back up and bow at the end. Either he may lie "dead" on the stage until the whole audience has left, or, according to Kagel, he may actually have died, in which case the problem will sort itself out.

Finale, to me, perfectly represents Kagel's outlook on music and life. It's a serious piece, albeit one with a dark joke buried in it. The composer himself put it best: "What most interests me is the laugh that stops in your throat, because you realize that laughter is the wrong reaction."

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Friday, September 5, 2008

Putting words into mouths

In the spirit of orchestral lip-synching and discussions on political speechwriting, I thought it would be an apropos moment to share my favorite example of putting words/sounds into other people's mouths. (This made the rounds on Youtube about a year ago, and it's one that I go back to when I need a laugh!)

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Thursday, September 4, 2008

Who Knew Nixon Was Such A Softie?

In honor of closing night at the Republican Convention across the river, here's a clip of another (in)famous Republican politician tickling the ivories. (And yes, that's Jack Paar introducing him.) For some reason, the sound cuts out about 40 seconds before the end of the clip, but you'll have the general idea by then...



Judging by the reference to "last November" and the joviality of the question about "future political plans," I'm guessing this was in 1961, after Nixon had lost the presidential race to Jack Kennedy, and not post-Watergate. (Come to think of it, a post-Watergate clip would probably have been in color, too.) Thanks to MN Orch online marketing guru Brian Mangin for pointing me to the clip...

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Sunday, August 3, 2008

How much for a dozen?



I know, I know, they're talking flowers, but it's such a nice visual viola joke...

Here's another one from a tremendous catalogue:

Why do violists stand for so long outside their houses?
They can't find the key and they don't know when to come in
.

And, just to be fair, one more:

A conductor and a violist are standing in the middle of the road. which one do you run over first, and why?
The conductor. Business before pleasure.


Your own favorites welcome as comments.

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Wednesday, July 23, 2008

Air Lang Lang

MN Orch marketing chief Cindy Grzanowski pointed me to this fashion blog post from April, featuring a soon-to-be-released celebrity-branded sneaker, in attractive black and gold, retailing for a fairly reasonable $85. The celeb in question? Um...

Yeah, that's piano superstar Lang Lang, there on the heel, and his signature just next to the third, um, racing stripe(?) on each shoe. Not only that, both the man himself and NY Phil music director designate Alan Gilbert were seen sporting the limited edition sneaks last week at the big Central Park concert. The mind boggles. The new Dudamel Dog in LA and Staccato's long-running Osmo Cosmo are one thing, but this seems like a whole new level of vanity marketing for our sleepy little genre.

So what's next in the brave new world of classical product placement? A Marin Alsop-themed pantsuit? A Joshua Bell line of high-end hair care products? The Nathan Gunn Ab-Master? The world may not be ready...

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Monday, July 21, 2008

Not Necessarily The Moonlight Sonata



Most Americans my age or younger probably think of Dudley Moore (if we think of him at all) as the kindly, bumbling alcoholic from the Arthur movies. We may have a vague memory of him playing some piano in that role, but that's likely as far as the association goes.

And that's a great shame, because, in his heyday, Moore was one of the great musical comedians of the 20th century, and remains a legend in British comedy circles for his work with Peter Cook on the BBC in the late 1960s. He was also a gifted musician, interested in both classical and jazz, and even hosted a few serious documentaries on music in his later years.

One of my favorite of Moore's routines is from one of his earliest gigs, the transatlantic satirical smash hit, Beyond the Fringe, which sadly seems to be well out of circulation these days. This was an age when the basics of classical music were still common enough knowledge to be reasonable fodder for satire, and all manner of humorists, from Anna Russell to Victor Borge, were thriving on stage and screen. Moore's crowning achievement in this area is a 4-1/2 minute bit in which he doesn't say a word, just sits down at the keyboard, and creates an entire "Beethoven" sonata, complete with overwrought big finish. It still makes me laugh every time I hear it...



(Hat tip to former MN Orch CEO Tony Woodcock for first making me aware of this bit several years ago...)

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Tuesday, July 15, 2008

Gone fishin'



Yup, it's real, although pretty unbelievable, no matter how many times I see it (Waimanalo beach on Oahu, an hour or so drive from Honolulu, where I grew up.) I'm in Hawaii for the week visiting my mom, so I probably won't be posting until I get back. I fully intend to work on my tan on this hiatus, and although I have some work to do ("Broadway Rocks" show with the Orchestra next week, and a Pink Floyd show next weekend in Philly - more on that later!), I'll be in vacation mode. Hope everyone out there is getting some vacation time this summer...

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Sunday, July 13, 2008

And It's Root, Root, Root For the Twinkies...

Around this time of year at Orchestra Hall, while Sommerfest audiences are spending their intermission break sipping wine, strolling Peavey Plaza, or conversing on any number of high-minded topics, the best place to find about half our orchestra's musicians is clustered in a corner of our backstage lounge, watching the Minnesota Twins on one of the two TVs we've stacked on top of a filing cabinet there. (We even have cable!)

Why two TVs? Well, we've had one forever, or at least as long as I've been around, and it was fine for baseball season (if a bit small for a whole roomful of people to try to watch,) but during the winter, disputes were known to break out between the hockey crowd and the basketball crowd over which sport should be on, and eventually, our principal cellist used his winnings from our annual NCAA March Madness pool to buy us a brand new set, and our wily stagehands threw a splitter on the cable wire, and voila! No more arguments.

Well, okay, there are arguments. But they tend to be your standard-issue sports talk arguments, which, as everyone knows, are fun, right up until they aren't anymore. And with multiple games playing on multiple sets simultaneously, there can be some very entertaining (and confusing) crosstalk in our little corner...



I recorded that last November, I think, just to hear how much we sound like a bunch of typical morons at a sports bar. Quite a bit, apparently. By the way, the cast list for that little bunch of nonsense, as best I can make out, includes yours truly, bassist Dave Williamson, violist Megan Tam, and violinist Mike Sutton on the hockey talk; cellist Tony Ross, percussionist Kevin Watkins, and horn player Mike Gast talking hoops;and violist Richard Marshall asking questions about a sport I can't identify.

So, anyway, back to the Twins. They're doing awfully well this year, quite a bit better than anyone really expected in what was supposed to be a rebuilding year, which is great for us in the orchestra, because we tend to make a lot of noise in our little sports corner when good things are happening to our teams, and it's always nice to go back on stage with a bit of extra adrenaline. But what's impressed me most about the Twins this summer isn't anything they've accomplished on the field: it's something they dared to do off it, in full view of the public, despite virtual assurance that they'd come off looking more than a little goofy.

If you've watched any Twins games this season, you probably know what I'm talking about. The team, always known for the great TV commercials it produces, got its entire pitching staff together to record a promotional ad in which, for no apparent reason, they stand on chorus risers in the middle of an outdoor diamond and sing about themselves to the tune of Beethoven's "Ode to Joy," while pitching coach Rick Anderson conducts them with a miniature bat.



That takes some serious guts, if you ask me. Imagine if someone asked you and everyone you work with to sing a little song for everyone in your city to watch on television for the next six months. (Actually, you don't have to imagine it. There's a reality show on TLC that does exactly that...) And the most amazing thing about it is that, with the notable exception of Matt Guerrier, these guys all seem quite capable of singing on pitch! I mean, none of them is going to be taking gigs away from Nathan Gunn anytime soon, and maybe I'm just imposing a stereotypical view of professional athletes on the situation, but doesn't it seem surprising that the Twins pitchers can (almost) all sing decently?

Just one more reason to love 'em, I guess. Now, if you'll excuse me, SportsCenter's about to start...

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Wednesday, June 25, 2008

Cutting remarks



Some last-minute work before we have to return the tile-cutter to Home Depot (truth be told, I'm wary of anything with spinning blades and happily let Paul do all the cutting). We wanted to retile the floor, too, but doesn't look like we'll be able to get around to that before I leave for Minnesota on Saturday.

Day 5: Tavener, The Bridegroom followed by Public Enemy, He got game

Who says an iPod can't have a sense of humor (and an ironic one at that)?

Listening to Public Enemy took me back to the mid-90's and the East Coast-West Coast hip-hop beef, Biggie vs. Tupac, Bad Boy vs. Death Row, etc. Imagine my delight to discover (with thanks again to Alex Ross) a monster summer jam devoted to calling out the likes of James Levine, the Kronos quartet and eight blackbird from the new-music duo Hybrid Groove Project. Holla!

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Sunday, June 15, 2008

100% Organic

Well, before getting sidetracked back there by disruptive clappers, I promised a great story about the specific associations orchestras can form with certain pieces of music. Those few of you who've been nosing around this blog since the beginning may already know this one - we talked about it on our first podcast back in November - but it's my favorite MN Orch story ever, and most of you probably didn't make it all the way through that magnum opus of an audio file, so here's the written version...

It happened in the summer of 2000, I believe, although it could have been 2001. It was a summer season concert of light classics - operatic stuff, mostly. On the podium was a conductor of some international reputation. Since I like my job, let's call him Gus.

Anyway. One of the works on the program was the omnipresent Intermezzo from Pietro Mascagni's Cavalleria Rusticana. So we're slogging through it in rehearsal, and suddenly, Gus stops us, and snaps, "Where is the organ?" Well, none of us knew that there was an organ part for that piece, and apparently, neither did our keyboardist, because he wasn't even in the building. Gus insisted that there was an organ part doubling the strings in the middle section (the main melody), and that he had to have it, or the show could not go on. So the personnel manager arranged for the keyboardist to come in that afternoon for a special one-on-one rehearsal with the conductor, and we finished the morning rehearsal without incident.



Now, we don't have a real, full-size organ at Orchestra Hall, and the really high-quality electronic one takes quite a long time to set up and takes up a lot of space on stage, so for this brief piece, our keyboardist was using a small, high-end synthesizer pumped through the house sound system. You wouldn't want to use it for anything too important, but it sounds like an organ, so no big deal. But we would later find out that, during the afternoon one-on-one, Gus continually insisted that the organ was not nearly loud enough. Our stage crew tried to explain that it would be much louder that evening, with the board operator controlling the volume level from the back of the hall, but he would have none of it, and was reaching over the keyboard player to turn volume knobs and generally do anything he could to make the little keyboard louder.

None of the rest of us knew any of this, of course, and that night, we arrived at the Intermezzo, and began to play, with the synthesizer stationed near the door at stage right. We in the strings played the introductory segment, took a hefty luftpause, and began to launch into the slow, sweet melody that everyone knows. Immediately, it was clear that many, many, many things were horribly wrong. First of all, the organ, which had joined us in unison as requested, was playing at approximately the volume level of a jet engine, causing about half the audience to jump as if they'd been shot.

But this was not the worst of it. It seems that, in his rage at not being able to get the instrument loud enough in rehearsal, Gus had begun turning knobs more or less at random, and he had unknowingly turned the transposition knob one half-step to the sharp side. We had 60 string players sawing away in F major, and one impossibly loud organ doubling us in F#.

Even worse, the chaos of the moment utterly flustered our keyboardist, who… kept… playing. Gus was so apoplectic that he couldn't even signal a cutoff -- he just stood there on the podium, his arms fluttering and his face turning purple. The keyboardist knew something was wrong, obviously, but he wasn't entirely certain if it was him or not, and he figured that, with the organ turned up so loud, he'd better not just stop dead. So he kept on going. One of our percussionists was turning pages on the organ part, and actually considered pulling the power plug on the synth, but decided he'd better not chance it. Meanwhile, our friendly, supportive Minnesota audience was plastered against the back of their chairs by the dissonant noise.

After a couple of bars, when it became clear that the organ wasn't stopping, those of us with perfect pitch worked out what key it was playing in, and slid on up to join it, in the hope of salvaging something from the piece. But around that time, Gus cut through his near-paralysis with a mighty slash of his baton directed at the keyboardist, who, stunned, stopped playing immediately. So now, we had -- along with a significant decibel loss in the hall -- 30 string players in F, and 30 in F#. It took a full beat for us all to slide back down to the original key. By this time, one second violinist and one cellist were laughing so hard that they had had to stop playing entirely. The rest of us weren't too far behind. Gus was the color of a Minnesota Vikings helmet.

We finished the piece, somehow, and Gus stalked angrily offstage, with most of the audience sitting in stunned silence, and a few hardy Minnesotans offering polite applause. Before the door had even closed behind him, Gus was yelling in German at whatever unfortunate soul happened to have been standing in the wings. The orchestra burst into peals of laughter, except for the poor keyboardist, who had already made his escape from the building. A minute or so later, Gus stalked back out onstage, without a word or a smile or an apology to the audience, and continued the concert as if nothing had happened.

Every orchestra has a favorite train wreck story, but I've never heard a better one than ours. The only sad part is that our library claims not to have recorded the concert, so we don't actually have it on tape. But that's okay, really: to this day, whenever we play the Intermezzo, at least 4 or 5 string players are guaranteed to start the middle section a half-step high in the first rehearsal...

Light Blogging Ahead: This will likely be my last blog post for a couple of weeks, as I'm headed out East tomorrow to play and coach at the Apple Hill Center for Chamber Music in rural New Hampshire. I'll try to post something while I'm there, but the nearest internet access is miles away, so no guarantees. I'll be back in Minneapolis somewhere around the 4th of July...

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Thursday, June 12, 2008

Lingering Associations

A while back, Sarah was writing about earworms and the havoc they can wreak among musicians, and this week, I'm experiencing what you might call an extracurricular variation on the tune that gets stuck in your head. It's the tune that triggers a memory so sharp that you can't help but think of it every time the tune is played. This happens to orchestra musicians all the time, since we play many pieces of standard repertoire dozens, even hundreds of times over the course of our careers. Sometimes, the memory is highly personal, but in an orchestra, it's more often communal, something specific that happened at a certain moment of a certain performance that everyone will remember for the rest of their lives.

One example from the Minnesota Orchestra's recent history is the end of the Dvorak cello concerto. Back in 2000, when I was new in the orchestra, we played a young people's concert called "Dvorak's Discovery," in which a young boy somehow meets Dvorak and learns about his life. It was a somewhat corny show, though effective, and at one point, as Dvorak (who was played by veteran Twin Cities actor Steve Yoakam) was talking about his own childhood, the orchestra began to play the end of the cello concerto at a murmur underneath the speech. At one particularly peaceful moment in the music, Dvorak mentioned that he worked in his father's sausage factory as a child, then turned to his young friend and asked, "Do you like sausage?" Ever since, we can't make it through a rehearsal of that concerto without at least ten people asking their stand partners if they like sausage.

This week, the memory is visual, and far more recent in vintage, and it comes in the second movement of Scheherezade, which is the featured work on our season finale. Earlier this season (the same week as our second set of Inside the Classics concerts, in fact) we played the entire piece on another young people's program, with dancers from several local companies fleshing out the story behind the music for the kids. The choreography was very kid-friendly and acrobatic, and one move has managed to permanently invade my personal playback of the music. In the middle of the second movement, as the music swirls around in a lilting two-count, the dancers, who had been more or less lining up and moving in unison, suddenly broke free of each other in an instant and began bouncing like rag dolls around the stage, looking for all the world like a bunch of Dr. Seuss characters whose heads had just come unglued from their shoulders. By the last show, a number of us were subtly mimicking the dancers from within the orchestra, and this week, as we approached that same moment in the music, I felt my shoulders involuntarily dip and my head loll, and I heard my friend Jen Strom stifle a giggle behind me. I honestly don't know how I'm going to keep from doing it again in the concerts.

I've got another great story of a musical moment forever sullied and preserved in Minnesota Orchestra history, but it takes a while to tell, so I'll save it for my next post sometime this weekend...

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Tuesday, June 10, 2008

More leisure suits

As Sam mentions in his previous post, we hosted/emceed the Orchestra's annual fundraiser, the Symphony Ball, which was a memorable night, not least for its ABBA-licious 70's-ness.

Osmo was in full regalia as well, here's a candid shot captured right after the show (he's such a good sport - please note the green-glitter platform shoes):

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Sunday, June 8, 2008

Leisure Suits And Long Nights

So, last night was the Minnesota Orchestra's annual Symphony Ball, our biggest gala fundraiser of the year. It's a massive undertaking, usually combining a mini-concert by the orchestra, a black-tie dinner, live and silent auctions, speeches, dancing, and all manner of drunken revelry. To be honest, it's not usually something I participate in beyond my orchestral duties. But this year, Sarah and I were asked to emcee the whole evening, so I was present from start to finish for the first time. It's a whirlwind evening, and you find yourself somewhat amazed that everything actually goes off as planned, although given how much time our development department and volunteer organizers spend nailing down every last detail, I guess I shouldn't have been surprised.

Anyway, the one somewhat unfortunate side effect of hosting this particular event was, um... how do I put this? Hm. Well, okay. It was this...

Fellow violist Matt Young helpfully snapped that shot with his cell phone in the men's locker room at Orchestra Hall, shortly after I finished changing into the green polyester leisure suit and ultra-paisley polyester shirt in which I would spend the next couple of hours. See, the theme of the evening was the music of Swedish supergroup ABBA, and the orchestra was playing backup to an incredible a cappella band from Finland called Rajaton, and Sarah and I had decided to get into the spirit of things with some rented disco-era costumes. Let's just say that one of us looked a lot better than the other...

Unfortunately clad hosts aside, the show was awfully fun to watch. Rajaton is a very high-energy bunch, and their voices are perfect for the ABBA hits. But back home in Finland, they're actually better known for their own a cappella material, some of which is positively shiver-inducing.



They're coming back to Minneapolis this fall to do a pops show with the orchestra, this time featuring the music of Queen. It ought to be a blast - there may be a lot that can be said against the pop music of the '70s, but it does seem to work unusually well with a full orchestra backing it. I know that, as a classical musician, I'm supposed to consider all pops work demeaning and beneath my dignity as an artist, but honestly, I love this stuff. How often does a violist get to rock out on an electric guitar riff that he grew up listening to on the radio? Sure, ABBA may not have Brahms's pedigree, but they knew how to work a serious hook...



Late update: Sarah has chimed in with more pics of our personal evening of That 70's Show. And like I said, some animals are more equal than others...



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Wednesday, June 4, 2008

If Mario Had A Marimba...

As most readers probably know, we're winding up a three-week Percussion Festival this week at Orchestra Hall, and the offerings have ranged from slightly humorous to decidedly populist to deeply intellectual. Percussionists tend to come in for a lot of flak in the business (What do you call an anti-social alcoholic who hangs out with musicians?), but there really isn't much in life and music more fun than watching a bunch of folks wailing away at things with sticks. To that end, here's one of my current favorite clips floating around the series of tubes - the tunes in this medley should be comfortingly familiar to anyone who (like Sarah and me) grew up in the Age of Nintendo...

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Saturday, May 31, 2008

Vegetabulous II (or, perhaps more accurately, Fruitabulous)



As promised, another installment in my food/instrument/Japanese madness series.

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Friday, May 23, 2008

Slouching Towards Snobbery

All-purpose columnist Joel Stein has a funny piece in the LA Times today in which he endeavors, as part of a larger plan to become "an intolerable old man," to learn the tricks of the trade behind being a classical music snob. In pursuit of this dubious goal, he enlists the aid of a bass player from the LA Philharmonic, who must have been slightly confused by Stein's request, since he seems to have spent a fair amount of time trying to show him how to enjoy classical music, when really, Stein just wanted to know how to become one of the jerks who shushes people and glares at anyone who claps between movements.

The Stein column put me in mind of an essay I wrote a few years back for Drew McManus's Take A Friend To The Orchestra Month at his blog, Adaptistration. Drew's annual TAFTO feature enlists musicians, writers, and listeners to describe how best to approach an orchestra concert for the first time. Some of the entries are quite serious, some are heavily intellectual, and some are aggressively populist. After careful consideration of all of these approaches, I went with "sarcastic and silly" for my contribution. (Shocking, I know...)

How To Be An Elitist Snob In 20 Easy Steps is a pretty lengthy piece, so I won't reprint it here. But you can read it over at Drew's place, if you enjoy jokes about cough drop crinklers being beaten to death with bassoons and the like...

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Saturday, May 17, 2008

Vegetabulous (or, how some people might have too much time on their hands), Part I



Hmmmmm, another odd food/music thing from the Japanese...

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Thursday, May 15, 2008

Bach stock



Bach-infused miso (soybean paste, the basis of that sushi restaurant favorite, miso soup). I kid you not. I'm not sure what else to say about this; I'll just let all of you ponder.

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Tuesday, May 13, 2008

The Rilling Diagram

The orchestra is working under the baton of Helmuth Rilling this week, (notice that I did not say "we" - the strings have been reduced for this concert, and since my current position in our seating rotation has me in the last chair, I've been cut for the week,) which is always a good time. Rilling, while not a household name in America, is a legend in the business and an old friend of the Minnesota Orchestra. (He once showed up at a rehearsal we were playing on tour in Stuttgart, Germany, where he lives, just to say hi and welcome us to his hometown.) He's a deeply serious musician with a definite point of view, and probably the foremost Bach conductor working today. (He helms the Oregon Bach Festival each summer, and a number of MN Orch musicians are regulars there as well.) He also, as I discovered the first time I played under him, uses what may be the world's most unique beat pattern.

Anyone who's ever played in an orchestra or a band knows what a beat pattern is, of course, and Sarah demonstrated a few different ones during our Copland concerts a couple of weeks back. But in case I've lost anyone at this point, it's fairly standard for a conductor to move his/her hands in a specific pattern for a specific meter. If the music is in four, the usual beat pattern will look like this.

Conductors can and do deviate from this, of course, and as long as the rhythm isn't too horribly difficult, we don't actually need each beat spelled out for us to stay on target. But generally, we expect beat one to be a downward slash, beat four is the opposite, and beats two and three need to be left and right motions of some sort.

Rilling is having none of this. His personal beat pattern for music in four is perfectly consistent, and surprisingly easy to follow, but it is a bit on the unconventional side...

No kidding. That's exactly what it looks like - the usual downward slash for one, followed by a light bounce and curlicue at the bottom for two, then an upward left sweep for three, and a final bounce up and to the right for four. When I was new in the orchestra, my stand partner at the time, Kerri Ryan, and I spent an entire week determined to diagram the Rilling beat pattern, and that's what we came up with. We were, in fact, so taken with our diagram that we began writing it in our music (without the numbers I've included above) wherever we would normally have written "In 4." (This will doubtless cause much confusion for other violists in future performances, but I think this is balanced out by the distinct possibility that, since Rilling frequently has us use his personal set of orchestral parts, the next person to see the diagram will also be playing the piece under Rilling, and might, after a few minutes, actually figure out what the squiggle is supposed to represent.)

Rilling is hardly the only conductor with his own beat pattern. Our former Sommerfest director, Jeffrey Tate, used to bob his head upwards on beat four and downwards on beat one, as if watching his own rising and falling baton. Our last music director, Eiji Oue, would occasionally forgo the baton completely during comical passages and keep the beat by throwing his hips from side to side, a move I dubbed the "Hip Check." (Eiji actually had a whole litany of entertaining podium moves, some of which were variously referred to as the "Safe at Home," the "Tiger Woods," and my personal favorite, the "Please Hammer Don't Hurt 'Em.")


Eiji Oue In Action



Definitely not Eiji Oue

People often accuse orchestra musicians of not watching our conductors, not realizing that we're constantly looking at them peripherally, while watching our music and our principal players simultaneously. The reality is that we tend to know a conductor's moves so well that we would likely recognize their beat patterns and podium mannerisms even if we couldn't see their faces. Especially Helmuth Rilling. I'd know his hands anywhere...

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Friday, April 25, 2008

Classical pinups?

A fashion spread on Esquire.com features, refreshingly, handsomely be-tuxed classical musicians, from Joshua Bell to members of the New York Philharmonic.

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Tuesday, April 15, 2008

Forget the Berlin Philharmonic...

...I want to conduct THIS ensemble, particularly in a concert of "Beethoven and Hank Williams"...

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Wednesday, April 9, 2008

Foodstuff, part deux





Remember the Dudamel Dog menu I posted a few months back? Here is the 'dog itself, in its full glory. Check out the whole story here.

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Sunday, March 30, 2008

Glass

video

Part of the trailer for "Glass: A Portrait of Philip Glass in Twelve Parts", a new film by Scott Hicks (no relation) premiered at the Toronto Film Festival last September. I was struck by the expression on his face in this clip - he looks alternately gleeful and terrified on the Cyclone, like a ten year old boy, which is just delightful.

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Tuesday, March 25, 2008

Inflammable



A real (unretouched) picture of jazz pianist Yosuke Yamashita playing a burning piano, a stunt he also pulled back in 1973. He says it's his way of showing appreciation for an old piano he no longer uses; to me it's oddly compelling and utterly inflammatory (pun intended) performance art. Check out the movie of the 1973 burning here (click on the top thumbnail clip); you be the judge.

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Rode Hard And Put Up Wet

Just because I love it, here's a clip of Brooklyn Rider, a great (and more than slightly unconventional) New York-based string quartet playing an arrangement of the classic Mexican folk song, La Muerte Chiquita. The arrangement is by Osvaldo Golijov, the Argentinian-born Israeli composer who now makes his home outside of Boston, and may well make the history books as the preeminent composer of this era.



Brooklyn Rider
, by the way, is made up of brothers Colin and Eric Jacobsen on violin and cello, respectively, with violinist Johnny Gandelsman and violist Nicholas Cords. The ensemble grew out of Yo-Yo Ma's Silk Road Ensemble, and has been making some serious noise in various locales in the Northeast. They also inaugurated a recital series in Stillwater, Minnesota two summers back, and this summer, they'll be in residence at Minneapolis's MacPhail Center for Music for a couple of weeks in June.

There seems to be an ever-growing number of small ensembles like this one out there in the music world these days, seamlessly blending the worlds of classical, folk, rock, and who knows how many other genres. It may seem far removed from what those of us who make our living in the big granddaddy ensembles do, but the reality is that some fusion of what we do and what they do could well represent the most likely future of the professional music world. At least we can hope so.

Want more? I thought so...

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Wednesday, March 19, 2008

Phew...

...we've been having some intense and interesting discussion here lately, so I thought we'd go for a little bit of levity for today. I find it odd that they bleep out "fa" only when descending. Is the perceived "dirty-wordness" of "fa" merely contextual? And if so, what does it say about the person perceiving that context?

And having taught it for so many years I giggle at the notion that solfege might "hurt [you] mentally".

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Tuesday, March 11, 2008

Let slip the tubas of war



You kind of half-expect an enormous foot to descend, Monty Python-like, to squelch these odd looking instruments, but this is no joke. These Imperial Japanese military acoustic locators (sometimes known as "war tubas", not for the way they functioned but for the way they looked) were used to detect enemy aircraft early in World War II, before radar rendered them obsolete.

Another inadvertent war/music connection here (who knows what Wagner would have made of this scene and his music's role in this iconic bit of pop culture?).



"O peace! how many wars were waged in thy name."
~Alexander Pope

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Tuesday, March 4, 2008

Ho ho ho?



No, not St. Nick, actually; it's Finnish conductor and composer Leif Segerstam. But you must admit, the resemblance is striking, yes?

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Wednesday, February 27, 2008

"Fight of the century"

Courtesy of Alex Ross's blog post of the day, check out this inadvertently funny event listing. I knew artists could have adversarial relationships, but come on...

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Friday, February 1, 2008

Boldy going...



For all you Trekkies out there, the Minnesota Orchestra is presenting, tonight and tomorrow night at Orchestra Hall, a program entitled "To Boldly Go" featuring both music inspired by space (the final frontier) and the inimitable George Takei. We just finished the single rehearsal for the show (from 3-5:30 pm this afternoon), and I am blogging, eating dinner and getting ready for the 8 pm performance. It's a tough schedule for both orchestra and conductor, but we can't wait to see how many people show up for the costume contest and how the capacity crowd will react when Mr. Sulu walks onstage!

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Thursday, January 24, 2008

You know you've made it when they name foodstuff after you



Osmo has his bobble-arm doll, but Gustavo Dudamel (incoming music director of the LA Philharmonic) ups the ante by getting his own hot dog. I may have to alter my life goal to getting a sushi roll named after me...

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Wednesday, January 9, 2008

The Noisiest Women...

It's gotten awfully serious around these parts lately, so I thought we could all use a good laugh. To that end, here's one of my favorite bits of musical comedy: Anna Russell's hilarious summation of Wagner's Ring cycle of operas. There's actually a lot more to it than this - the full routine lasts more than 20 minutes, and is well worth a listen.



Russell was a classically trained singer living in Canada when she came to the difficult realization that her voice (which was quite shrill) was unlikely to lead her to a glorious operatic career, and she began to peddle herself as something of an educational speaker on music for adults, putting together quite the variety of routines as she did so. ("How To Enjoy Your Bagpipe" is a classic, as is her song for overly dramatic sopranos, Schreechenrauf.) Through sheer persistence (most audiences outside of her home city of Toronto had no idea what to make of her for a very long time,) she became a huge star all across North America, and her albums have never, to my knowledge, gone out of print. There would be other musical comedians after her - notably Victor Borge and Peter Schickele, both brilliant in their own ways - but in my opinion, no one was ever more simultaneously entertaining, informative, and welcoming to the world of this supposedly "serious" music than Russell.

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Tuesday, January 1, 2008

Musical New Year

We tend to think of Christmas as the big "musical" holiday - what with the Nutcrackers, Messiahs, caroling and holiday concerts and all - but New Years has its own musical delights.

As I nurse my champagne hangover this afternoon, I'm enjoying a Great Performances broadcast of the 2006 Metropolitan Opera "Live in HD" version of Mozart's "Magic Flute". It's a Julie Taymor production (she of the Broadway "Lion King" fame), and it's visually quite stunning (I laughed out loud to the floating food scene - you've gotta see it), and of course the music is wonderful. Immediately following is the New Year's Concert with the Vienna Philharmonic (complete, in its broadcast form, with ballroom dancers and prancing Lipizzaners). This year, Georges Pretre becomes the first Frenchman to conduct this annual concert in its nearly 70-year history.

But my favorite turn-of-year musical extravaganza is the inimitable "Red and White Song Festival" (Kohaku Uta Gassen), the annual Japanese music show of the NHK broadcasting company. Essentially, there are two teams: "Red" (women) and "White" (men), all popular singers of all genres, from teeny pop to old fashioned enka. There are judges, an audience vote, and a team is named winner a few minutes before midnight. It's been a Japanese tradition since 1951 - it's exquisitely over-the-top, full of jaw-dropping costumes and performances. In fact, a performance by DJ Ozma last year included costumes so...realistic, shall we say...that NHK was barraged by outraged viewers for days on end (really, watch that video to the end!). It's all in good fun, and a big part of my early childhood - I spent most of my winter breaks in Tokyo with the Japanese side of the family, and watching Kohaku was a great tradition.

Wishing all of you a healthy, happy, music-filled New Year!

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Monday, December 24, 2007

Happy Holidays!

OK, if you're tired of Handel's Messiah this holiday season and are up for a giggle (and don't mind some NC-17 humor), check out this video, Bill O'Reilly's sexual harassment suit sung "like Handel's Messiah". Yes, composer Igor Keller actually created a concert-length quasi-baroque oratorio, premiered this past January. Who says modern music is dry and humorless?

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Monday, December 10, 2007

Messiah-nic

Because this was too funny (in that horrifying, it-could-happen-to-anyone way - in fact listen to our first podcast for the retelling of a similar incident that happened with the Minnesota Orchestra) not to repost (thank you Alex Ross), a "Messiah" gone very, very wrong.

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Wednesday, December 5, 2007

Mozart would have loved this...

In my last post, I mentioned that I sometimes find the classical music business to be somewhat long on somber reverence and awfully short on fun. These can be fightin' words in an industry that has pretty much hung its hat on the trumpeting of its own monumental importance and seriousness. But while there remains no shortage of classical musicians (and audience members) who disdain any approach to the music that could be deemed irreverent, the last couple of decades have produced a startling number of musicians who devote their careers to pushing the envelope. From Nigel Kennedy to the Kronos Quartet to Yo-Yo Ma (who put out an album and accompanying film of music "inspired" by the Bach cello suites a few years back, and has been touring the world with his innovative Silk Road Project) musicians are discovering that there is an audience for a new, less tradition-bound approach to serious concert music. This isn't the mind-numbing pap that record labels market as "crossover," understand - it's serious music, played by serious musicians, only without all the damned seriousness, if that makes any sense.

My personal favorite example of what I call the New Irreverence is the video clip below. The violinist is Gilles Apap, a remarkably talented player who could certainly have thrived as a traditional soloist, playing the same concertos the same way night after night with orchestras around the world. But instead, Apap has cultivated his own distinct style and sound, informed not only by classical traditions, but by jazz, blues, gypsy music, bluegrass, and countless other genres. And as you'll see here, he doesn't see anything wrong with mashing all his influences up together in the name of entertaining the crowd, even if it might offend some Mozart purists...



My favorite part of the video comes at the 4:23 mark, when the camera cuts to a mustachioed member of the orchestra who is quite clearly not down with Apap's take on what is usually an understated 30-second cadenza. I've played this clip for a lot of people since I discovered it a couple of years back, and while most musicians I know love it, I've found that some diehard classical fans are put off to the point of being offended by what they perceive as Apap's lack of respect.

Leaving aside my personal feelings on the matter, I love the fact that something as simple as a genre-busting cadenza at the end of a violin concerto can cause such a strong reaction in people. After all, isn't provocation supposed to be part of what art and culture are about? Somehow, in our corner of the music business, it's become our primary mission to be certain that whatever we do doesn't offend anyone, ever. It seems to me that that approach leads us down a path to never particularly inspiring or challenging anyone, either, which is why I'm awfully glad there are guys like Gilles Apap out there in the world.

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