Titles bore me

Maybe I'm not cut out to be a blogger.  I find few instances where I feel a need to say something that can be put down in writing.  Most of what I want to say, I say out loud whether anyone's listening or not.  Perhaps if I force myself to keep up on this I'll be able to write about more little things, like I'm about to do …

Musically, things are going quite nicely, as usual.  In just two short weeks I managed to start and complete a short piano trio (piano, violin, and cello).  I wanted to expand it, but Youngmi convinced me to leave it where it is and follow it with another movement.  What I just composed will be read and recorded a week from next Wednesday, so I'll be able to show it to you then.  Why do we have a verb for presenting a sight but not for presenting a sound?  I won't ever be able to show you my music - I can play it, but that's not what I'm trying to do.  I'm trying to "listen" you my newest piano trio.  That is, I'm trying to create a situation in which it will be possible for you to listen to the movement; a movement that involves no physical motion except for the sound waves hitting your ear drums.  Whew!  Music can be so complicated sometimes.  I like what Frank Zappa once said about writing music:

  A composer is someone who goes around forcing his will

          on unsuspecting air molecules, often with the assistance

          of unsuspecting musicians.

We're a manipulative bunch.

In other news between the frequencies of 20 and 20,000 Hz, I'm really getting into this sound design course I'm taking.  It's not that I'm suddenly aspiring to be a Hollywood sound editor like Frank Warner or my professor, but it wouldn't be a bad life.  I spent a good chunk of the morning in a Foley booth trying to recreate the sound of Mrs. Doubtfire frantically slopping on perfume and falling off a chair.  It was great!

I know most people don't give any noises not considered musical a second thought, but I do.  I suppose I've always paid attention to sounds.  Now I"m starting to hear the spaces I'm in.  I don't just meant the clinking of a subway train rolling down the tracks or the ear-splitting squeal of worn brake pads as it arrives at a station.  I'm hearing the way these sounds interact with the environment and with each other and even with no acute noises I'm beginning - just beginning - to hear empty spaces.  I won't be dogmatic about my view (again, a linguistic bias towards sight over sound) and demand others feel the same way.  I couldn't care less about how  other people hear the world, I already know sound is a very important sense to most.  I'm not gonna get all Cagean about it either and try to classify all audible waves as music.  It is what it is, and I like it.

Here's Dani and me dressed as ceiling fans.  Our t-shirts say "Go Ceiling!"  (Get it?)

New Music

No, I don't have new music, but I'd like to write a little about today's new music environment.

Last night I went to a concert at NYU of five premiers--one world premier and four U.S. firsts.  It was an 8 PM show at the end of a very long day for me.  I really didn't feel like being subjected to "organized noise" and the sounds of C++ programming, but I'm very glad I attended.  I only feel a little embarrassed that I was one of very few students to take advantage of the performances.  21st Century "concert" (i.e. non-vernacular) music may be one of the least popular and most detested artistic genres since musical comedy (that one's for Kelsey), but these artists are pushing boundaries into wild, uncharted territory and sometimes amazing things happen.

The whole thing was put together by Robert Rowe and features Esther Lamneck on clarinet and Elizabeth McNutt on flute, so we all knew what we were getting into before we entered the theater.  It was a night of strange experimental avant-garde.  Each of the pieces included prominent computer parts.  Mostly, the composers wrote various programs to loop, process, or otherwise embellish the acoustic music; although there were some pre-recorded loops and hits.  I guess it was a very average concert in most respects, but there were some incredible moments.  I feel terrible for Esther Lamneck and Elizabeth McNutt because they are both accomplished, well known, and well respected musicians, yet the turnout was disappointingly low.  It's a case of judging a book by it's cover or title or label.

When we close ourselves off to any part of the world, no matter how small or insignificant, we only deny ourselves great insights and growth.  The avant-garde will not cease to develop and progress because a few young composers decided to ignore it.  However, those young composers will never grow if they continue to shelter their eyes and ears.  I refuse those blinders, and I know many of my peers refuse them as well.

First Real Post

Last Friday morning I spent three hours deburring aluminum stock at LEMUR.  Not the most exciting work, I know, but it needed to be done.  They recently received a large commission from none other than Pat Mahoney, a world-renown guitarist and composer!  This commission includes a robotic vibraphone, marimba, and glockenspiel along with a guitarbot (LEMUR invention) two robot strummed guitars (which still need to be designed) and an assortment of auxiliary robots.  So there's a lot of work to be done at LEMUR between now and the new year.

More interesting work was going on when I stopped in Tuesday afternoon.  I'm sure you're familiar with the memory game "Simon" where you have to hit the correct colored lights in the right order over and over until you fail.  Leif had created a much larger version of the game (and I believe, much more fun).  You still have to hit the right colored buttons in the right order to keep going, but instead of lights and beeps to remember, flame-throwers shoot up from four large cannons!  And the best part?  The player stands in the middle of these four huge flame-throwers!

I didn't know what was going on when I first came in.  Leif just asked me to replace the valves on the flame-thrower holding tanks with quarter turns.  I thought this must be part of some paramilitary operation.  I suppose it is, in a way.  More along the lines of an artistic and cultural revolution than a social or political one.

First Post

Okay, so my sister decided she'd get a blog and now I'm doing the same.  I doubt I'll really keep up on it, but it seems like a good idea, so I'll try.  More to come in the future . . .