Deep Background

Sarah and I are already well into the planning process for our next set of ItC concerts in late January, and early this week, we reach the critical stage when everything needs to be firmed up and final, at least as far as the orchestra’s part in the proceedings is concerned. Since the first halves of our concerts are highly scripted, every member of the orchestra needs very clear and readable excerpt books containing the bits and pieces of music we’ll be asking them to play, and our library staff needs plenty of time to put those books together. That time pressure is always the worst for our January shows, since the library is currently drowning in the hundreds of pages of Christmas music that must be prepped, bowed, and filed where the musicians can get them in the coming weeks. Basically, there’s a good chance that Valerie Little, the outstanding librarian (and talented violist!) assigned to our series, won’t even get around to assembling our excerpt books until early January, but on the off chance that she finds herself with a spare moment in December, Sarah and I need to be sure she has an accurate list of what we need. So following some preliminary chatter we had this past week about where we might want to take our exploration of John Adams, we’ll be putting that excerpt list together this Tuesday, which also means we’ll need to firmly outline the entire narrative arc of the first half.

The narrative part is particularly tricky for this show, since the featured composer is a) alive, and b) not participating directly in the show or its preparation. When we initially chose to feature My Father Knew Charles Ives, I thought about getting in touch with Adams and asking for his guidance in where we might take the show. After all, he’s known for being a genuinely nice guy, he has long connections to the Minnesota Orchestra (primarily through our former concertmaster, Jorja Fleezanis, and her late husband, the musicologist Michael Steinberg,) and it never hurts to ask, right?

In the end, though, I decided against contacting him, for one simple reason. While our series has always been partly about allowing the composer’s voice to speak through his music, it’s also become very much about the narrative arc that we decide to craft around the music, and in this particular instance, that arc needs to go well beyond John Adams. It needs, in fact, to reach almost to Judd Greenstein.

When we (micro)commissioned Judd to write the piece that will close out our 2011-12 ItC season, we knew that one of the challenges of the year would be finding ways to draw our audience into the world of new music. After we announced the repertoire for this season, a few angry e-mailers complained that we were taking the series away from the direction of “classics,” and yes, there were even some canceled subscriptions. Which is frustrating, since Sarah and I are firm in our belief that there are a fair number of outstanding composers walking among us today, but also understandable, given all the challenges I outlined last spring.

So in coming up with this season’s non-Judd-intensive programs, we decided that we needed to build a bridge that could carry the average ItC concertgoer from music with which they are already comfortable to music with which they could easily become comfortable if it wasn’t just dropped on their heads suddenly and without warning. Starting with Shostakovich was an easy decision – he’s a familiar composer, very much of the 20th century. He had a distinct style of composition, and he used driving rhythmic patterns as a primary component of his work, which is a thing that became very important to later composers.

To get from Shostakovich to Judd, though – that’s a neat trick. Concert music went through so many twists and squeezes and arguments and reconciliations during the second half of the 20th century that it sometimes seems like the connections from 2011 to 1937 (when Shostakovich’s 5th symphony was premiered) are less a bridge than a sinewy mass of barely connected fibers. There really was no one composer who we could point to as a bright line between the comfort food that orchestral audiences crave and the molecular gastronomy (yes, another food metaphor) that many of today’s young composers are engaged in.

Still, John Adams gets awfully close to being that perfect connector. One of the original minimalists, he established a distinctive (and relatively accessible) style as a young composer, then gradually evolved that style over time. Many of his more revolutionary works came early in his career, but some of his recent efforts (My Father Knew… included) have a historic sweep to them that he probably couldn’t have pulled off back when he was writing Harmonielehre or Klinghoffer. His music challenges the listener when he wants it to, but he almost never loses his grasp on the audience’s need for a certain level of familiarity, too.

Of course, Adams’ music doesn’t sound in the least like Judd’s, but that’s not really the point. Listening to new music is about challenging your mind in a way that might be difficult at times, but still gives you some degree of emotional or intellectual pleasure. So we don’t actually need our Adams show to bring you all the way to Judd’s doorstep. We just have to get you close enough to make the next leap seem attainable and worth your while.

…and we have to do that by Tuesday. sigh.

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The ItC Interview: Concertmaster Erin Keefe

Back at the beginning of this fall, I promised to sit down with our newly named concertmaster, Erin Keefe, and have a conversation about who she is and how she came to be here with us. This week, Erin’s work schedule and mine had finally settled down long enough to allow us to get together and chat at her apartment in St. Paul’s Cathedral Hill neighborhood. I’ve broken the conversation up into three easily digestible chunks, and though we tried to avoid using too much music biz lingo, I’m including a little glossary below the audio player of anything we didn’t adequately explain in the moment.

As I mentioned back when I first wrote about Erin getting the job, the two of us have a long, long history – like half our lives long – which made it almost impossible to start the conversation on anything like a formal note…


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Glossary

Smith – Smith College, a much-admired women’s college located in Northampton, MA

Suzuki – A method devised by Dr. Shin’ichi Suzuki in the post-WWII era to teach instrumental music to children, even children too young to read music. The method has spread around the world, and countless professional musicians, present company included, got their start with Suzuki teachers.

Marlboro – A legendary summer music festival in southern Vermont, founded by pianist Rudolf Serkin and today headed by pianists Richard Goode and Mitsuko Uchida.

SPCO – This acronym obviously needs no deciphering for Minnesotans, but for those readers/listeners based elsewhere, this is the wonderful St. Paul Chamber Orchestra.

The second part of our conversation begins with Erin recapping her first few weeks on the job, and offering her first impressions of the orchestra, as well as her initial thoughts on how she’d like to hear our collective sound develop…


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Finally, we finished up the interview with a few quick hit questions about concert halls, composers, and a certain summer camp…


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Glossary

The Brahms Festival that Erin refers to is coming up this January, and at the risk of seeming as if she and I are both sucking up to our programming department, she’s right. Brahms is just about the best thing ever.

Greenwood – a small, low-pressure chamber music camp in Western Massachusetts that I’ve written about ad nauseum, and the mere mention of which causes at least one other member of the MN Orch viola section to plug her ears and begin shouting “BANNED!” (Not that this stops those of us who went there from continuing to talk about it.)

“I can’t tell the story I would love to tell…”Nope, she can’t. That story will never be told on this blog. Period. Suffice to say that neither Erin nor I comes out of that story looking particularly good, but I come off considerably worse. If you want to hear it, you’ll just have to buy her a drink someday.

The Mendelssohn Octet – Perfect in every way. Don’t believe us? Listen…


This is not Erin. But it’s the Sydney Camerata, and they’re pretty great.

So there you have it: Erin Keefe, live and unscripted. My thanks to Erin and her husband, cellist Andrey Tchekmazov, for allowing me to invade their home with microphones, and for the wonderful dinner they cooked me afterwards! If there’s anything else you’d like to ask Erin, post it in the comments, and I’ll try to follow up…

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Addendum

First of all, big thanks to everyone who came to our Inside the Classics concerts this past weekend! I was particularly nervous about this show, partly because I had to play a solo viola work in front of my MN Orch colleagues in the middle of it, but mostly because my usual role in this series is to be the funny one, and there’s really nothing funny about the trials Shostakovich went through during his life. But our audiences were hugely responsive all weekend long, and I walked away feeling like this might have been one of the strongest shows we’ve ever done, so thank you, thank you, thank you if you were a part of it!

We also were pleasantly surprised by how many hundreds of you chose to stick around after the concert to hear Judd’s string quartet, Four on the Floor. The crowds for those post-concert performances were easily 3-4 times larger than we’ve had for past post-concert Q&A sessions, and people flooded up to the stage afterwards to ask where they could get a recording of the piece. The answer to that is that it’s never been commercially recorded, but there’s a recording of the Israel Contemporary String Quartet playing it on Judd’s website, and earlier this year, I posted this version of the same group that played it this past weekend performing it at Sommerfest 2011 here’s a video of our Friday night performance, shot from the first tier by our wonderful web czar, Jennifer Rensenbrink.


Gina DiBello & Jonathan Magness, violins
Sam Bergman, viola; Katja Linfield, cello

My favorite part of that video is right around the 7:42 mark, when I go to turn my last set of pages, and have to spend nearly ten seconds fumbling with the music to prevent it all from flying off the stand. The irony was, that particular page turn has a note from the composer stating that, if the violist can’t make the page turn in time to play the first set of four sixteenth notes on the following page, s/he should skip it and jump in at the next set. As I began my fumbling, I caught sight of that note and thought to myself, Yeah. This is gonna take a little longer than four sixteenth notes…

And as long as we’re posting clips, many of you seemed interested in finding out more about Judd and his music in the months leading up to the premiere of the MicroCommission next March, and this video, recorded and mixed by the good folks at NewMusicBox, is a great place to start…

Lastly, for those who want it, here’s the complete playlist of everything we excerpted during the first half of this set of ItC concerts:

SHOSTAKOVICH Symphony No. 5 in D minor, Opus 47
SHOSTAKOVICH String Quartet No. 8 in C minor, Opus 110 (arr. for orchestra by Rudolf Barshai)
SHOSTAKOVICH Lady Macbeth of Mtsnsk District
SHOSTAKOVICH Symphony No. 10 in E minor, Opus 93
PROKOFIEV Romeo & Juliet Before Parting
BIZET L’amour est un oiseau rebelle (Habanera) from Carmen
SHOSTAKOVICH Sonata for viola and piano, Op. 147
KANCHELI Little Danielade

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Judd, More Judd, & Introducing The Listening Room

It’s that time of the fall again – our first Inside the Classics concert of the season goes up this Friday and Saturday night (which you could probably have predicted by the fact that this blog went utterly silent more than a week ago as Sarah and I went into our usual pre-season scramble,) and there are a number of cool new elements to our ’11-’12 season that we’ll be rolling out for you if you attend. But we always like to give our blog readers an advance heads-up on new stuff, so here’s what we’re planning for the next several months.

First off, Judd arrived in the Cities last night, and he’ll be a major part of all of our ItC shows this season – we’ll be making use of his compositional expertise during the first half of this weekend’s concerts, he’ll be hanging out with MicroCommission donors at intermission (if you’re a donor and didn’t get an invite to that, by the way, drop me a line and I’ll fill you in on the details,) and he’ll also be front and center for our post-concert activities, which will be much different than what we’ve done over the past four years.

We’re still planning to do our usual post-concert Q&A session next March, when Judd’s Still-Officially-Untitled-But-Apparently-Not-A-Symphony will be premiered, since we know you’ll all want a chance to talk to him after you hear it. But for our November and January shows, we wanted to give you a chance to get to know not just Judd the gregarious and eloquent composer, but his actual music. So we’ve selected two works of chamber music – one for this weekend’s concerts, and one for January’s – and we’ll be inviting anyone who wants to stick around after the main performance to stay and listen to members of the orchestra perform them on the big stage. These post-concert concerts will be very informal, and pretty quick – 12-15 minutes – but judging by how exhausted our string quartet was at the end of this afternoon’s rehearsal, they should be pretty high-energy affairs as well!

We also wanted to do something here on the blog that could include everyone who’s taken an interest in Judd and the MicroCommission Project, even if you won’t be able to attend the concerts. We’re calling this side project The Listening Room, and essentially, you can think of it as something of an online book club, only with music instead of books. We want it to be as broadly participatory as possible, and it starts now.

Here’s how The Listening Room will work: four times between now and March, we’ll announce here on the blog a specific recording that Judd has chosen to feature, and we’ll provide a link to where you can go to download it or buy the CD. (Yes, we are asking you to buy the music if you want to participate, but honestly, downloads are pretty much a steal, and we think these composers and performers will be well worth your pennies.) We’ll also give you a date a couple of weeks out when we plan to open up discussion of the music we’ve picked, and encourage you, prior to that date, to send us your initial impressions of the music, questions you have about it, and opinions as to what makes it engaging (or not!) to you.

Then, on the discussion date, I’ll post an e-mail conversation between Judd and myself which will incorporate as many of your submissions as possible, as well as Judd’s own thoughts on what makes this music important or engaging or just fun to listen to. With any luck, this post can spark a much broader discussion in the comments, and Judd and I will make a point of checking in regularly to respond to everything you all have to say.

(I know some of you may be wondering why we don’t just make this whole exercise a live chat. The answer is that we just couldn’t figure out a way to do it live without excluding a whole lot of people who might want to chime in but aren’t available at whatever time we’ve picked. This way might be a little clunkier, but should allow for the conversation to unfold more organically over time.)

So that’s the plan, and here, without further ado, is Judd’s first CD of the Month:

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This is a great Cantaloupe Records recording by Alarm Will Sound and the Ossia ensemble of Steve Reich’s Tehillim & The Desert Music. Tehillim is Reich’s 1981 setting of four Psalms. It couldn’t be more distinct from a lot of Reich’s other work, and there are more than a few elements to it that remind me of Judd’s own work. (We’ll definitely get into that in our discussion.) The Desert Music is a choral setting from 1983 of several texts from the great American poet William Carlos Williams, who has inspired more than a few composers of my acquaintance.

You can read more about Tehillim at the Boosey & Hawkes website, and if you’re the type who likes a lot of context to go with your music, you can find some great background on Steve Reich here and here.

By the way, it’s probably worth mentioning that, in selecting the music for this project, Judd restricted himself to a) music that at least some people would label as being in the “classical” realm, and b) music that he doesn’t have a personal stake in. (In other words, while he might know some of the composers or performers, there won’t be any recordings from Judd’s own New Amsterdam Records label.)

Like I said, the idea here is for you all to get the music, listen to it, and shoot us your first impressions and points of interest that you think we should hit in our discussion. You’ve got three weeks or so to do this – I’ll post our kickoff transcript on Monday, November 28, and then we can continue the conversation for as long as you all stay interested!

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Symphony

I spend lots of time, much more than I’d like, talking about nomenclature — the terms we use for various elements of the musical universe I inhabit. Very often, these terms are highly charged and nearly political in their implication. (So when I say “talking about nomenclature” I often mean “being yelled at for using certain nomenclature”.) Is this group of musicians a “band” or an “ensemble“? (How do they see themselves? But how do they actually sound?) Is this collection of songs an LP or an EP? Are you a “composer“? Are you a “songwriter“? In what style do you sing? What are your influences and how do you refer to them? Something about “minimalism“. Something about “modernism“. Something about “popular music“. And then, of course, the Great Question (That Isn’t Actually Important) Of Our Time: are you “classical”? “Post-classical”? “Indie Classical”? (“alt-classical”? “non-classical”? “post-genre”? “genreless”?)

If you’re a sensible person, you probably think that these questions are pretty strange, and possibly even a little silly. After all, who cares what things are called? Music is music and individuals or groups who come make music should be accepted on their own terms, not clumped together in arbitrary ways. Why are we even thinking about genre, or about names-to-call-groups-of-musicians? Why should you care how someone refers to you, or worse, to you-and-your-friends?

Most musicians would agree with the sentiment expressed in the above paragraph, and largely, so do I. It’s pretty rare for musicians, or any artists, to give what they do a name; that’s left to journalists and historians, and the artists are expected to complain, in turn, about these limiting, reductive terms. The reason I wind up engaging with these dirty, dirty words, despite being an artist myself, is that I spend most of my non-art-making time engaged in various efforts to bring new music to audiences that have little or no reference point for that music. Specifically, I try (along with my colleagues at New Amsterdam Records/New Amsterdam Presents) to increase the audience for music that draws from many different worlds and genres, made by artists who embrace the full diversity of their listening and playing and writing backgrounds. This music, being drawn from many different points of musical origin, also borrows terms from those worlds, and often suggests the need for new terms that can be used to describe music that is hybrid by its very nature.

When you’re trying to reach a new audience, it helps to have some familiar point of reference. Simply saying “it’s great” isn’t really enough, and descriptive terms often wind up feeling hand-wavy and imprecise. The temptation, then, is to describe things in terms of other things, which can be brutal and artless (“it’s like Beethoven meets Johnny Cash!”) or somewhat subtle and sophisticated (“borrowing from Jazz in a manner most reminiscent of late Ravel…”), but is always, like using genre terminology, reductive. One benefit of advertising in the Internet age is that it’s more possible than ever to use music clips, writing excerpts, and videos to demonstrate The Thing Itself, or a close proxy, in lieu of these descriptions, and yet you still have to entice someone to click on the link to that Thing. If you want to bring audiences to new work, you have to get them there somehow, and for the vast majority of audiences, that will be by using some familiar element.

For my MicroCommission work, I’ve been wrestling with a question of nomenclature that feels similar in some ways to my usual battles, and yet this question is quite specific to the orchestra: I’m trying to decide whether to call this work a “Symphony”. I wouldn’t normally bring the audience into such a personal question (titling is very, very personal), but you’re not a normal audience, and this isn’t a normal commission.

Once again, this seems like a meaningless question. Why should I care, and why should you, whether I call this big orchestra piece a “Symphony”? If you’re going to ask that, though, you have to take a step back and ask why we should care what this, or ANY piece is titled. The word “Symphony” is historically loaded — more on that in a minute. But aren’t most titles “loaded” in some way? Thought experiment: if I called this piece “Untitled”, or “Composition Number 77″, or “Large Work for Orchestra No. 1″, would those titles actually be “neutral” in any meaningful sense? When I see those titles, I bring specific and unspecific connotations to them; the piece they represent is framed in a particular way. “Untitled” is still a title. “Large Work for Orchestra” gives me a lot of information — true or false, it doesn’t really matter — about how the composer sees himself or herself in the context of musical history, as well as his or her relationship to the audience. When you try to negate history, you dig yourself deeper into it. Some of the least neutral pieces of all-time, in terms of their place in musical history, have seemingly “neutral” titles — “Two Pages” or “Répons” or “Music for 18 Musicians”. Because of the success of those works, similar titles no longer feel neutral, but are deeply tied to the traditions those works emblematized (or perhaps even began).

Then there’s a whole other category of “neutral” names, tied specifically to the Western Classical tradition. These names are familiar to anyone with even a passing knowledge of the music of Mozart, Haydn, Beethoven, and the other Canonical Giants. Some of the names are descriptive in the specific form of a work (“Prelude and Fugue”,”Rondo”, “Passacaglia”), while others are more descriptive of the character (“Scherzo”, “Étude”). Most imposing, and most seemingly-neutral, are the terms that are tied to a specific instrumentation, and therefore to the great works written for that set of sounds. Here, we think of the great String Quartets, Concertos, Piano Sonatas, Symphonies and even Operas (although operas are pretty much never called “Opera”, I promise that my colleagues wrestle frequently with the appropriateness of that term for their various voice-and-ensemble works), the terms that are tied to the cornerstone works of Western music from the 18th through early 20th centuries, and still are a force through the present day (for example, my friend Jefferson Friedman has two great String Quartets that stand up to measurement against the canon, and every Major Composer seems to be writing a “Concerto for Orchestra” these days). These names, then, are neutral in the sense that they offer little information about the work that you’re going to hear, especially since they’ve been used by composers from across the sound-spectrum (Elliott Carter and Philip Glass are both well-known for their String Quartets. Say no more). But they are also far from neutral in assuming a direct connection to the other works that share those names; it is the history of Classical Music expressed through nomenclature, with all the weight and baggage that implies.

Perhaps none of these terms is quite so loaded as “Symphony”. It’s the major figure in any story of The History of Classical Music, right? The simplistic version of Classical Music History could be roughly broken up into “Early Music” (read: before the Symphony), “Classical and Romantic Music” (read: Symphonies!), and “New Music” (read: after those fool composers decided to stop writing Symphonies, or at least, listenable ones). By some accounts, all of the 19th century was a response to the Beethoven Symphonies. Certainly, for a long period of time, composers were largely judged on their ability to write Great Symphonies, and these works form the backbone of our Classical Music canon, and are what one studies in composer school when one is indoctrinating oneself into the world of being a Real Composer.

If I were to call my work a Symphony, it seems to me that I would be implying two things: first, I would be identifying this as a work of special significance in my compositional output (using the classic meaning of the term), and second, I would be entering it into a specific dialogue with all the Symphonies that have come before. The latter would carry a further implication that the work dealt with large-scale structural issues, as all major Symphonies since Beethoven have done. I would probably be further implying a desire to write more Symphonies, each articulating a change in my compositional approach to large-scale form and orchestration, spanning over the course of my career.

Interestingly, both of those implications are more or less true. (I say “interestingly” because I didn’t expect that to be the case when I started writing the paragraph!) Obviously, it’s a work of significance in my output — it’s my largest orchestral work, written for a community that funded the work themselves (yourselves). I should hope this would be personally and musically significant. (What kind of cad would I be if it weren’t?) And yes, it’s a work that deals with large-scale structural issues, and one that I hope can hold up to a conversation with orchestral works that come before. I would argue, though, that this is true of any orchestral work; the very nature of the orchestra is to be a beautiful anachronism, and one of the major points of interest when writing for this instrument is to open one’s memory to past orchestral experiences (for me, mostly the concert hall, but also the Great Lawn of Tanglewood, and the headphone, and the movie theater) and to engage with that memory, and thus, with the history of orchestral music. It’s unavoidable, to a point. At the end of the day, whatever the calculus, this is a 30-minute (or so) work that has multiple levels of formal and thematic integration, it’s written for a huge orchestra, and I was thinking a lot about my past experiences with orchestral works, mostly Symphonies, when I was writing it.

For a Classical audience, there’s a way in which naming this a “Symphony” draws one closer to the work, contextualizing it in a way that makes sense, and which feels safe and appropriate for the concert hall. It’s a way of saying, yes, we’re all on the same page. I remember when I was a student at Tanglewood, a number of us had had a nasty argument with one of the resident composers. A few days later, I found myself standing in the back of Ozawa Hall, deeply enjoying a Schumann quartet, when I noticed the composer standing across the hall. We made eye contact, smiled and nodded in recognition of the beauty of the piece, and went back to listening. I cherish that memory. Whatever our disagreements, forever more, we were united by the shared recognition of our predecessor’s brilliance. History can be a powerful tool for bringing people together.

It’s tempting, for all these reasons, to plunge into History, and to call this work Symphony No. 1. Even writing those words give me chills. I could have a “Symphony No. 1″? There’s a small voice in my head that says yes, this would validate you as a composer. You can never really make those old voices disappear.

On the other hand, there’s something to be said for working against the assumptions of Classical Music if it can bring people closer to the experience, people who are unfamiliar with the norms of the Classical world. While a Classical audience might be intrigued to hear what a modern-day take on the Symphony sounds like, for a non-Classical person who might hear of my work, calling it a Symphony might create a suggestion that one should be historically informed before listening. What if you’ve never heard a Symphony before? Is this piece not “for you”, then? If I called the piece “Giant Rock Song” (the thought crossed my mind. for a second.), that would carry its own assumptions with it. If I gave it an overtly religious or political title, that would impact who decided to come hear it, and/or how they listened. I know that the normal Inside the Classics audience is going to be interested to hear what I am writing — you guys paid for the piece! (And thanks again!) — but what about everyone else?

I love Classical Music, and I love fans of Classical Music. I love the quiet of the concert hall, the weird rituals of bowing and clapping, the attentiveness to detail, the respect for age and history and legacy. At it’s best, there’s a particular relationship between performers and audience members at a Classical concert that goes beyond anything I’ve experienced elsewhere; it’s a selflessness, a disembodied relationship that performers can have with the sets of notes they are playing, wherein no one present, not even the composer if they are there, can claim sole responsibility for the incredible thing that is happening, and so it is perceived as a collective experience alone, without anyone truly taking responsibility. This is incredible. While I think there’s much that the institutions of Classical Music can and should learn from the wider world of music they’ve mostly been ignoring for, well, forever, there are also things that shouldn’t be disturbed, and which other musical scenes and venues and institutions would do well to borrow, at times.

And yet I do not believe in the primacy of the Classical tradition. For me, it’s a construct, a fortress that’s been erected to keep some things in and other things out. I traverse the border, sometimes on the inside but mostly out in the wider world of music, where there are very few Symphonies. Out there, there are hundreds of terms for styles of music, almost all ephemeral, and none dealing with History, but instead with the ever-churning Present. For most music, a work’s title is about its affective conceit, its emotional space, the imagery and content of the story it tells. It sets up an immediate relationship between the title and the work and the prospective listeners, helping to guide them into a place of interest, or of wondering, or even of confusion. These titles do just as much work as does “Symphony”, but it’s work of a different, more specific kind. It doesn’t assume a prior relationship with any particular history, but asks that a listener be open to the story that is about to be told, to the information that is about to be conveyed, wherever they’re coming from. As Rakim famously said, “It ain’t where you’re from, it’s where you’re at”. This is advice that the world of Classical music could stand to heed, or at least, to incorporate into the way we interact with new audiences.

To that end, while this piece is a Symphony, in all the ways I described above, and even though I may think of it as my “first Symphony”, I don’t want the work to wear that title on its sleeve. Whatever I’m giving up in my relationship to the Classical audience who might like the idea of a contemporary work proclaiming its adherence to the norms of the tradition, I think I’m gaining more in my potential relationship with audiences who might be subtly put off by a title that seems not to be “for them”, that is referencing a history of which they are ignorant, that is implying connections to works they don’t know and may not care to know. I hope that people will want to come to hear my commissioned work who are not particularly interested in Beethoven (such people exist). I hope that people will want to come to hear my work who are not particularly interested in Radiohead, too, or Arcade Fire or M83 or Rakim or Fela Kuti. It’s not where you’re from, it’s where you’re at, and I’d like as many people as possible to feel comfortable coming to the hall, to be as unintimidated and as interested, as open-minded and as receptive as possible. And I hope that they — you — all enjoy my Symphony, whatever it’s called.

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Technical Difficulties

It’s been a whirlwind week for the orchestra, and a bit discombobulating as well. Last Monday and Tuesday, we rehearsed in Minneapolis for a concert that we would play for the first time at Carnegie Hall. (This was a switch from the norm – every other year that I can remember, we’ve played a set of concerts at home first, and then taken the show on the road.) By the weekend, we’d be back in the Cities, playing a one-off performance of The Bride of Frankenstein with Sarah, and practicing this coming week’s Britten, Sibelius and Debussy music.

But in between those bookends… wow. The Gods of Logistics were not with us this week, and our staff had to scramble right from the beginning. It had already been complicated figuring out how to get us all to New York: normally, we all fly together on a single direct flight, but this time, no single flight had enough seats available at anything approaching a reasonable price, so those of us taking the official flights were divided into two groups, flying on two different airlines, arriving at two different NY-area airports.

Both groups were leaving MSP at approximately the same time, so we greeted each other at the check-in desk, then went our separate ways. I was in Group A, headed for Laguardia, and as far as I was concerned, everything went smoothly. We boarded ahead of schedule, took off on time, and touched down in Queens nearly a half hour early. By 7pm, we were checked into our hotel in Midtown Manhattan and scouting dinner locations.

Group B, meanwhile, which should have arrived at Newark about 15 minutes after us, was still on the ground in Minneapolis. A series of mechanical problems caused their flight to be delayed, delayed again, and eventually canceled altogether. This presented a rather large problem for staffer Kris Arkis, who now had to find a new way to get 37 musicians to New York as quickly as possible, preferably without the orchestra having to pick up the tab for 37 different cab rides to Midtown if everyone arrived on different flights. The airline she was dealing with (which I won’t name, but let’s just say that if it were a landmass, it would be bigger than a country, and it might have a drift to it) kept insisting that they didn’t have any big banks of seats available, right up until they finally admitted that they had a flight getting ready to go that still had exactly 37 empty seats. Kris pounced, and Group B touched down in New Jersey just after 10:30pm Eastern, 21½ hours before our Carnegie Hall concert would begin.

(A few hours delay is actually nothing compared to what we went through on our first European tour with Osmo, back in 2004. If you’re interested in that story, I wrote a full recap of the last stop on that tour for an ArtsJournal blog I was writing at the time…)

The next morning at 7am (6am to us newly arrived Minnesotans,) much of the orchestra (and, presumably, most of the surrounding 10-block area) would be jolted awake by what sounded like a neverending string of 10,000-pound anvils being dropped off the Empire State Building. Looking out our windows, we beheld the sight of multiple hydraulic hammers, pile drivers, and backhoes in the vacant lot next to our hotel. They had clearly been at this job for several days, and had made pretty good progress in digging a couple of stories down into the bedrock below the ground, but they also clearly had no intention of stopping anytime soon.

From inside my room, twelve stories above the street, the noise was loud enough to make further sleep impossible. Down in the lobby, it was so oppressive that hotel staffers were walking around holding their ears and the bar/lounge area near 57th Street, which is normally close to full for 18-22 hours a day, had totally cleared out. A few people made an effort to change rooms, but almost no one succeeded. I retreated to a coffee shop a few blocks away to substitute extra caffeine for adequate rest and work on November’s ItC show.

Fortunately, other than a repeat of the construction noise on Friday morning as we were getting ready to leave, there weren’t any other major snafus on the New York trip. (Okay, I may briefly have left my viola in a bar at 12:30 in the morning, but I’m not counting that, since a) it was still there when I sprinted back in the door five minutes later, and b) if I hadn’t had to run back for it, I would have missed David Freese’s 11th inning World Series heroics.) We all made it back to MSP on time, and turned our attention to the weekend’s movie music.

Which is where the “bad news comes in threes” rule kicked in. Sarah’s gotten very, very good at conducting live film scores while the movie plays above us, and I know she’s been watching Bride of Frankenstein over and over and over for weeks to prep for this show. But as our crew rolled the film at the start of our lone rehearsal, Sarah looked down at the monitor that syncs a pair of clocks with her score, did a double take, and called a halt. Somehow, the synced clock that had been sent along with the film was off from the cues in her score by anywhere from 37 seconds to a full minute. Without the cues, we’d be flying blind, and Sarah would have no way of lining up important musical moments with the action on screen. And a whole different clock was now running on our 2½-hour rehearsal, with no way of stopping it.

Thinking quickly, Sarah decided to rehearse a few spots she knew could be hairy while the crew worked to re-sync the clock, then call a break as soon as house rules allowed it. I caught up with her as the break was ending and asked if they’d been able to fix things. She said the clock would now be “almost” right, and that would have to be close enough.

In performance, you’d never have known anything was awry, of course, as Sarah conducted the score like she’d been doing it for years. She even managed to remember to give several extra cues that various musicians had asked for during the rehearsal, all while dressed up as the Bride. And in the end, problems like this are neither unusual nor anything that constitutes a major crisis for a professional orchestra. But when they pile up like they did this week, it starts to feel like you’re living in permanent damage control mode. Personally, I’ve had enough excitement.

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Apples and oranges

It’s been another busy couple of weeks, but I’ve been trying to keep up with everything that’s going on the music world at large. I generally just skim the gloomy news that seems so prevalent in the orchestra world and move on (hey, there’s only so much bad news you can take in a day!). But this article caught my eye.

Essentially, it’s describing the acrimonious relationship between the KBS Orchestra (which is based in Seoul, Korea) and its music director, Korean American Hahm Shinik. A couple of very bothersome things here. First of all, ostenstibly what’s being discussed here is a disagreement between a conductor (who has the power to dismiss/take disciplinary action against players – this is never clarified) and an orchestra (who call Hahm “unskilled”). The author compares this discord to the settled Detroit Symphony strike – which doesn’t seem comparable at all. Further comparisons are drawn with Philadelphia (bankruptcy) and Colorado (paycuts).

I dunno, does this seem like comparing apples and oranges to you? Because it does to me. The rancorous relationship between players and conductor in the KBS seems to have little to do with, say, the financial woes of Detroit and Philly. It just seems to be an excuse to bring those orchestras up as a matter of course. But the effect is to paint a negative picture of the orchestra world, and I find that to be such a tremendous disservice. Bad news becomes tiresome.

And my other bone to pick; the author claims that:

“Musicians…are donning protest T-shirts and offering subpar work during practices and even some performances.”

I don’t know how you could make an assertion like that, unless you were attending all of the rehearsals (and even then…). Sure, the review for the concert was less that glowing, but is that because musicians were “offering subpar work” or because they were being led by a conductor who, musicians claim, “doesn’t recognize the distinction between different instruments”? I find it patently unfair that the blame is being placed on musicians.

And finally; if this is a piece about the KBS orchestra, why is there a picture of striking DSO musicians accompanying it? Confusing!

Phew. That piece really bothered me, I guess, thanks for letting me get that off my chest…

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Your Feelgood Story of the Day

The orchestra’s getting ready to fly to New York tomorrow for a performance at Carnegie Hall on Thursday night, and on top of that, I’m so slammed with work and practicing at the moment that I feel like I don’t even have time to breathe, let alone blog. But I wanted to take a second to call your attention to an outstanding article that appeared in today’s St. Paul Pioneer Press. Written by Bob Shaw, it’s a profile of a young man born with one arm, no legs, and a seemingly limitless supply of self-confidence and good humor.

The kid’s name is Pete Winslow. He’s 17, plays trombone in his high school band, and is a member of the U.S. National Power Soccer Team. He’s also the adopted son of our associate principal horn player, Herb Winslow. In an orchestra full of good, caring people, Herb is one of the very best, and he never misses an opportunity to beam with pride over his kids and their accomplishments. So it’s great to see him and Carolyn and Pete get such an inspiring write-up!

Okay, back to practicing and packing! I’ll try to have an update from the Big Apple at some point in the next day or two, but with our schedule as tightly packed as it is on this trip, no guarantees…

Late update, 10/28: The Strib’s got a great story on Pete running this weekend as well, with a nice video segment attached.

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Old Friends

We’re working this week with conductor Robert Spano and violinist Nadja Salerno-Sonnenberg, both of whom have been here multiple times before, but neither of whom we’ve seen in at least a few years. Nadja is tackling one of my favorite new-ish violin works with her usual infectious energy, and since the string orchestra that accompanies her is reduced to minimal size, it feels more like playing chamber music than anything else.

I’m enjoying seeing Bob Spano for reasons that have less to do with the repertoire on the program. In addition to his work with the Atlanta Symphony, Bob has an abiding love of working with student orchestras, and many musicians of my vintage and younger first got to know him in that setting. He was an occasional faculty conductor when I was a student at Oberlin, and whenever he was scheduled to lead a concert, the scramble would be on for everyone to try to get placed in whichever orchestra he was leading that semester.

It wasn’t just that he was a good conductor, which he most definitely is. (I can’t offhand think of anyone with a clearer, more reliable stick technique.) It was that he had an unrestrained passion for the work, and when you’re a student still trying to make that leap to the professional world, you latch onto personalities like that, because they can show you the way to your own future. Bob would sweat and stomp and yell his way through a rehearsal – not because he was angry at us, but because he was excited, and wanted us to get excited too. When he stopped the music, the instructions would come rapid fire, and he expected us to be ready for them. When he called a break, instead of retreating to his office like some conductors, he would often join us out at what we Oberlin kids knew as “the smoking bench,” and tell us juicy stories from the world of orchestras he’d conducted, or just hold forth about some piece or composer he was into at the moment.

There was a performance of Mahler’s 6th my junior year that I count as one of a few life-changing concerts I’ve played. There was an all-Bartok show the following year: I, as principal viola, was trying haplessly to lead the big viola section solo in the third movement of Music for Strings, Percussion, and Celesta, and it still wasn’t working on the day of the concert. After we blew it for the umpteenth time, Spano fixed me with an intense stare, glanced at his watch, and said simply, “You have six hours. Fix it.” We fixed it.

Bob’s style is, of course, a lot different when he works with professional orchestras, or at least it has been when he’s been here in Minneapolis. Conductors of youth orchestras and student ensembles have the triple task of leading the music, motivating the troops, and teaching them how to be good orchestra players. At this level, only the first one really matters for a guest conductor, so Bob’s not doing any shouting or storytelling. (The first time I played under him in Minnesota, it was actually disconcerting to realize that he can be incredibly soft-spoken and relaxed.) But what hasn’t changed is that ultra-reliable stick of his, his obviously intensive level of preparation (he rarely needs to look down at his scores,) and a palpable love of what he’s doing.

After that Bartok concert in the spring of my senior year, I went to Bob’s dressing room in the basement of Oberlin’s Finney Chapel to say goodbye. I thanked him for four years of unforgettable concerts, and then, thinking of the orchestral auditions lying ahead of me, I told him I hoped I’d get to play under him again some day. He dropped his smile, grabbed my hand, and looked right at me as he said, “We will see each other again. I have no doubt about that.”

Knowing just the right thing to say to a kid in need of a shot of confidence is a rare gift. Being able to lead by example is another. And that’s why, regardless of how good our concerts this week may be, I’ll always think of the man on the podium first as the one who refused to accept student-level performance from students, and gave us the drive to become something more.

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Catharsis.

Well, it’s been a long week on the road, the orchestra is just now settling back into our homes in the Cities after our Common Chords residency up north in Grand Rapids (Sarah wrote about it earlier in the week,) and I’m just going to go ahead and call this one: I had a better Saturday night than you did.

It was our last day in Grand Rapids, and by Saturday morning, most of us were feeling as if we’d been well and truly adopted. It seemed like the entire town either had tickets to our four full orchestra concerts, or had kids whose classrooms had been visited by our chamber groups, or just wanted to talk to us about their own musical experiences. They sought us out in art galleries, coffee shops, and the Judy Garland Museum (which is awesome, by the way,) to tell us how much they appreciated our being there, and we assured them that the feeling was more than mutual.

Our Friday night Inside the Classics program had gone off without a hitch, as had the two concerts Courtney conducted for students and families. Saturday night was the big finale, a full-length classical concert with works by Mozart, Ravel, and Copland on the first half, and Rimsky-Korsakov’s Scheherezade, featuring Erin on yet another massive concertmaster solo. The hall was packed, the audience was hugely responsive all night long, and Sarah was called back for three noisy curtain calls before she raised her hands to stop the applause.

Sarah told the audience that we had one more unscheduled piece to play for them, and they roared their approval. She picked up her baton, and the brass growled out the opening chords of Sibelius’s Finlandia. There was a murmur of familiarity in the crowd – there are a lot of Finns living up on The Range, and they probably assumed that was why we were playing it. They were half right.

There’s a section of Finlandia, towards the end of the piece, where the rousing fanfares fade away into a soft tremolo in the strings, and the orchestra plays the hymn tune Sibelius wrote to honor his nation, a tune so famous that many Finns consider it their true (if unofficial) national anthem. It goes like this:


(I know, I should have found a Finnish version. But it’s Cantus!)

Of course, we weren’t traveling with a chorus, and Finlandia is usually played without one, so the audience looked perplexed when Sarah turned toward them with a few bars to go before the hymn section, holding three fingers in the air. Then there were two fingers, then one.

As Sarah’s last finger vanished and the orchestra slipped into pianissimo, four well-dressed teen girls in the second and third rows rose confidently to their feet, and began to sing the hymn in three-part harmony. Within a few seconds, four boys several rows further back stood and joined them. Suddenly, there were teenagers popping up all over the room, growing the choir moment by moment as their parents, teachers, friends, and neighbors gaped in astonishment. By the end of the first stanza, the choir was leading the way, the orchestra following along in their considerable wake, and I could see people in tears all over the room. (Some of those people were holding instruments.)

The more they sang, the more confident our cameo choir became, and by the end of the second verse, they were pumping out so much sound that we actually had to raise our volume to support them. And when they sang their last notes and sat down as one, turning things back over to us for the final fanfare, the crowd erupted around them, nearly drowning us out for several bars. One of the girls who had been the first to stand and sing had the widest grin I’ve ever seen plastered across her face as we hammered the final triumphant chords. I wanted to smile back at her, but I was too busy trying to figure out how I was going to blink away the tears welling up in my eyes before my stand partner saw them.

It hadn’t just happened, of course. Our amazing Outreach Coordinator, Mele Willis, who was the driving force behind the entire Common Chords week in Grand Rapids, had floated the idea of getting the high school choir involved in the show somehow, and had figured out a way of getting a few musicians and Sarah out to work with the kids, teach them the hymn tune, and drill them in when they’d need to be ready to sing it. Our Finnish trombonist, Kari Sundström, was tasked with giving them the locker room speech, explaining just how much this tune means to the Finnish people and just how full their hearts and throats would need to be on Saturday night. Everyone involved – kids, teachers, and musicians – was sworn to total secrecy, and since there was no way to arrange for the kids to rehearse with the full orchestra without tipping off every one of their parents that something was up, they sang it with us for the very first time in the concert.

Music is supposed to be cathartic, but when you do it for a living, it can be easy to forget how rewarding that catharsis can be. On Saturday night, those kids reminded all of us, and hopefully, we gave them an experience to remember in return. We’ve done a lot of concerts in rural Minnesota communities in the dozen years that I’ve been with this orchestra, and they’ve all been special in one way or another. But I’ve never experienced anything like what just happened in Grand Rapids this past week, and in talking with other members of the band, it was pretty clear that everyone felt the same way.

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