We All Go The Same Way Home

I had an enlightening conversation yesterday with a woman who has a unique gift.  She is able to communicate with those spirits who have passed from our plane to the ethereal.  I have no doubts as to her talent, and she comes by it honestly with a cultural background rich in spiritual journeys.  She has an uncanny ability to "cut through the bullshit" and is very open to conversations about her beliefs and learning.  This person's experiences coordinate with bits of "What the Bleep?!: Down the Rabbit Hole", in case you've ever seen that.  A very bare bones description (which is all I have) of the concept is the knowledge that time is a constant, and that the presence of multiple simultaneously co-existing planes are not only possible but very probable.


She told me more than I thought I'd learn on a Monday after Thanksgiving.  One thing stuck with me and reminded me of the Flogging Molly song "The Son [sic] Never Shines On Closed Doors".  (Note: the use of "son" is intentional and reflects the lead singer's coming-to-terms with his difficult childhood.)  "The report card or the grading scale is based around how you treat other people, but also how you treat yourself."  The woman described one person's experience as being so damaging that she chose to shut herself off from others.  She grew to live in a box, an emotional shut-in who intentionally chose that route.  "It's interesting because she was very aware of what she was doing, it was like a defense mechanism."


I've opted for a very long time to keep people at arm's length.  I prefer to have a few close friends, but often gravitate towards more superficial relationships because they are less dangerous.  You aren't exposed to as much risk if you truly never engage with people.  The problem is that you end up like the person I heard about - shut in, boxed out, "ornery", prickly, and very, very lonely.  It still seems counterintuitive to think about actually opening up to people, because I don't trust very easily.  I'm learning, though, that it's very difficult to live on your own.  Don't get me wrong, I have several very good friends and a wonderful family upon whom I can depend and whom I trust, literally, with my life.  Beyond that, I've chosen in the past to spend my time with people that I knew I could "trust" to not pry too far into my life.  It's becoming harder to keep that going; the older I get, the less time I want to spend in crowded bars unless I'm watching my friends play music.  What this woman told me yesterday confirms that thought I keep trying to push away - I'm Doing It Wrong.


Anybody got a quick fix for bad judgment?

Death comes like a thief in the night 
to steal, while you sleep, the soul's flickering light

"Well maybe it's then," she said, "I'll see you again 
because the son never shines on closed doors" 

She said "The son never shines on closed doors.  
I open to find only hurricanes blow 

Take me away to the green fields of May 
because the son never shines on closed doors." 

And we all go the same way home.

Thanksgiving 2010

Ever since Mom bought me a subscription to Cook's Illustrated five years ago, I've become obsessed with trying new things with one exception: candy.  It's sticky, messy, gloppy, easily burned, hard to bring to the right consistency, and is a total pain to clean up.  At least that's what I thought.

Serious Eats featured this recipe on their weekly e-mail blast earlier this month.  It seemed easy and I decided to give it a shot.  Sunday night yielded caramel soup, thanks to my lazy replacement of "1/2 cup maple syrup" with "1/2 cup of Mrs. Plasticworth's".  I had a feeling, about halfway through the last step,  that I should have paid attention to Cook's Illustrated's quarterly reiteration that "kitchen science" should never be overlooked.  The icky fake syrup that my mom abhorred, preferring the "real stuff" that came in the glass bottle, produced a relatively thin and syrupy concotion that didn't even set in the refrigerator.  I dumped it in the trash can (which, in retrospect, was a less than adequate solution) and tried again Monday night.  That worked out a LOT better and the entire first (successful) batch ended up in the tummies of my coworkers.  Wednesday's batch was even better; I had a way better idea of what it was supposed to look like after I mastered the uneven burner's intricacies.  Unfortunately, my "stop the drip" reflex gave me a potential second degree burn on my index finger and made me fling caramel all over the kitchen (and my neck).  4 hours of ice-water submersion later, I had the equivalent of a sunburn on my finger and a wax-paper-wrapped batch of 37 maple syrup caramels.

Mom let me in the kitchen, kind of, this year and I made the turkey again.  Part of the reason I say "kind of" is because, in Richmond, the Ukrop's Kitchen routinely provides the holiday fixings.  My carrots didn't turn out so well because I got distracted and forgot to cover them in the oven... never, ever roast carrots without a loose aluminum foil or askew glass lid covering them.  The turkey was a lot better - like, one of the better ones I've ever made.  I separated the skin from the breast all the way down to the base, and smeared some butter in between the skin and the meat.  I tried a rub of some herbs, spices, dried garlic/onions, and sage - but with my greasy hands it didn't work too well.  I ended up liberally dousing the buttered turkey in this mixture while adding water to the pan.  Not really sure what temperature at which is was cooked - it was supposed to be at 350 in the oven by itself but, as usual, the sides were crammed into the oven as well.  An attempt to change the temperature of the oven was not well-received and the turkey ended up taking a little longer than expected; the skin wasn't as crispy as it would have been if I'd broiled it the last 10 minutes but I didn't have the luxury of a warming oven for the sides.  Despite the minor obstacles in the path to turkey enlightenment, it actually turned out really well - and Dad liked it too :-)

2010 Thanksgiving highlights:  Aunt Joanne's homemade tiramisu, my turkey, Shari's banana bread, Dad's accidentally frozen wine, and whatever that mead was in Mom's refrigerator.  Nom nom nom!

Come & Play - November 21, 2010

Every year since 2007 the Richmond Symphony Orchestra has participated & coordinated a community event called "Come & Play".  The event name is pretty self-explanatory; nearly anyone in the community is able to come and play in a one day rehearsal with a concert directly afterwards.  There were close to 600 participants this year, which included RSO players who graciously agreed to come and facilitate the minor crises in each section (which are bound to happen with the wide range of talent present).  This year's program consisted of full or edited versions of "In The Hall Of The Mountain King", "Themes from Phantom Of The Opera", "St. John's on Church Hill" (inspired by Richmond's historic St. John's Church and composed by RSO's composer-in-residence DJ Sparr), "Danse Bacchanale", "Stars & Stripes Forever", "March Of The Toreadors", and the waltz from Tchaikovsky's "Sleeping Beauty".

Love, love, LOVE this event.  Ben & Tiffany Williams came down from Loudoun County (she was in Judy's studio with me at GMU, Ben and I were in the Hammel music studio in middle/high school), Katie (Bishop) Pullam played with us (she was also in Judy's studio), and Marcey Leonard (GRYWE "mom") came too!!!  I love getting to see my friends at musical events.  I played piccolo for the whole event, got to sit next to Ann Choomack and listen to her awesome picc-ing, and there were like, at least a dozen piccolos playing that Stars & Stripes solo.  Just awesome.

Basically this is an excellent community event.  Students can find teachers, babies can get real confidence playing with the "big kids", and it is just so much fun.  Not only that, it directly benefits the music programs in our schools.  Love the RSO!

Richmond Flute Fair - November 20, 2010

The Richmond Flute Fair is held at Virginia Commonwealth University, organized by university staff and local musicians.  This year's event was November 20, 2010 and featured Aaron Goldman as the guest artist.  The community response was excellent; the Richmond Symphony's flute section was present in either judge, clinician, or performing capacity.  Dr. Tabatha Easley & Susan Farmer were the event coordinators and really put together a great program.  We held clinics on yoga's relation to flute playing (Ariella Perlman), piccolo playing (Ann Choomack, Richmond Symphony Orchestra piccoloist), and auditioning and sight reading (Kate Watts).

The final concert consisted of clinicians or coordinators performing solo pieces.  Elizabeth Brightbill (Terra Voce) performed a classic Katherine Hoover piece titled "Winter Spirits", bending pitches and blowing through passages reminiscent of swirling wind, ethereal voices, and stark landscapes.  Mom & I performed Gary Schocker's "Soliloquy", which I always considered to be a simple but pretty piece, starting with a sliding, lazy figure and progressing into a dynamic thematic development.  Ariella played an awesome piece for flute & audio tape by Elizabeth Brown.  I love pieces like this because they offer a wide range of artistic freedom, unlike Ted Messerschmidt's "Numismatics"which is a highly organized, sequential piece (albeit for "percussion").  The flute part employs some of the more common extended techniques (pitch bending, harmonics) with found music turned into a rhythmic duet part.  Ann performed one of my favorite pieces, the Dutilleux "Sonatine", with solid and staccato double tonguing on the cadenzas.  The lyrical section had just enough drive to make it to the piano interlude and dance-like section.  That dance section, by the way, sounded like little sprites dancing.  Very cool :-)

Jeremy McEntire's performance of Michael Colquhoun's "Storyteller" was absolutely mesmerizing.  I love Colquhoun, even though I can barely make it through two pages of "Charanga", because he focuses on expanding the narrow range of  extended technique compositions available in the flute repertoire.  This piece, per usual, required the player to effortlessly transition from straight pitch to multiphonics and harmonics, and vocalizing.  I was glad to hear him vocalizing because it made me realize that I'm actually making progress towards sustaining that technique.  I wasn't entirely sure that I was even doing it right, but Jeremy's performance really solidified my auditory concept of the sounds I'm aiming to produce.  Dr. Easley just played the last movement of Stephen Lias' sonata for flute & piano due to time constraints, but it was a real joy to hear.  It was energetic, fun, and a great way to end a great day.

RSO Masterworks: 10/16/10

Mom, Ray and I went to the Carpenter Center in Richmond, VA see a fabulous program put on by the Richmond Symphony Orchestra and guest pianist Dmitri Shteinberg.  It was a great chance for me to see the newly refurbished Carpenter Center, aka Richmond CenterStage, which I hadn't visited since it  reopened in 2009.  The Richmond Symphony Youth Orchestra performed on that stage many times when I played flute with them, and I knew from experience that the upper seats were the best in the house.  They're less expensive, but you get a bird's eye view combined with the best possible acoustic mix.

The RSO, conducted by Steven Smith, knocked it out of the park.  The 20th century program consisted of the following: "Fanfare to Precede 'La Peri'" by Paul Dukas, Debussy's "Sarabande" & "Danse" (orchestrated by Maurice Ravel), the 1919 "Firebird" by Igor Stravinsky, and Rachmaninoff's monstrous 3rd piano concerto.  Guest artist Dmitri Shteinberg (DMA from Manhattan School of Music) is a faculty member at Virginia Commonwealth University.  He has a long history of collaborative and solo performances and has recorded for Summit Records, Bavarian & Israeli radio / television, and NPR.

The brass section ably tackled the Dukas "Fanfare", a bright and short work that caught the (initially distractible) audience's attention.  RSO's brass section filled the Carpenter Center with rippling phrases that culminated in a series of brilliant closing cadences.  The previously, and few, chatty audience members finally turned their attention to the performance.

Claude Debussy & Maurice Ravel were one of musical history's greatest A-Teams (another was The Mighty Handful).  Ravel orchestrated Modest Mussorgsky's "Pictures at an Exhibition" which was a massive success; more so, even, than the original work for 4 hands (2 pianists, for the non-musical readers).  Over thirty years after Debussy composed "Sarabande" (1896) and "Danse" (1890), Ravel gave them the same treatment.  The orchestral version of "Sarabande" was, to me, pensive and deliberate.  "Danse" was more playful and unpredictable,  with some rhythmic instability due, at least in part, to Debussy's meandering pulse emphasis.  Last night's program notes quote Thaddeus Carhart when describing Impressionist music: "Bar lines - like children - should be seen, and not heard."  That is the absolutely word and truth when it comes to Debussy & Ravel.  There is always an internal pulse that cannot be broken, but is often bent or adjusted to suit the moment, or to wring the last drop of music from the inner viola harmonies.

There isn't much to say about the 1919 "Firebird" Suite that critics, students, composers, colleagues, and laymen haven't already written.  I will say that I, after years of practicing excerpts and studying excerpts for music history listening quizzes, underestimated the total effect that the ~25 minute suite has on a listener.  From the eerie, understated opening to the interlocking woodwind flourishes; from the incredible swells near the second transition that are reminiscent of "Scheherazade - The Ship Breaks Against A Cliff Surmounted By A Bronze Horseman" to the abundance of unique leit motifs; this piece plays upon the entire range of our emotionally reactive subconscious.  I. Love. Stravinsky.

Rachmaninoff's third piano concerto is a beastly composition; the initially seductive and disarming theme  erupts into virtuosic passages that showcased Shteinberg's technical prowess.  He performed the entire piece from memory, typical for concertists - but it's is more impressive when you consider the piece in its entirety.  From beginning to end, Rachmaninoff manipulates the themes and fragments into alternately tender and explosive moments.  The RSO balanced the intense and technically demanding performance with a unified orchestral "voice" that effortlessly traded the thematic material throughout the ensemble.  I'm not sure what the piano version of articulation is called (I'm a flutist, we use the tongue to articulate passages in a similar fashion to the way the tongue is used in speech), but Shteinberg's was flawless.  The Intermezzo (mvt II) had a crystal clear but "full" quality; in other words, the combined effects of the dynamic range, harmonies, musicality, and that indescribable quality known as beauty which makes me feel too small for my skin.  It's an almost transcendent feeling, and I love that we have an ensemble and performers like this in my home town.  Bravo, RSO & Dr. Shteinberg!

Ministry of Sound: Sound Of Dubstep

This post is sponsored in part by New York City's "Friday before a long weekend" rush hour.  

I had the pleasure of going to Riverhead, Long Island, NY this past weekend for Jerry & Deanna Ryan's wedding.  Deanna, Christine, Tim, Kenny, Laura, and I all went to music school together.  Kenny & I drove to NOVA and stayed with Tini & Mikey - the next morning we left for NY.  We were stuck in traffic from northern New Jersey to Exit 62 on the Long Island Expressway... and spent almost exactly an hour and a half trying to get through Queens.  I have a residual fear of heights, and there are a LOT of suspension bridges / tall overpasses during that particular leg of our journey.  Going 12 mph across these bridges, from which you can see directly down into the industrial / abandoned  neighborhoods or the river, is not my idea of fun.  To distract myself, I switched my iPod to the Ministry of Sound's "Sound of Dubstep" album.

Side note: If you aren't familiar with the Ministry of Sound, there's a lot you're missing.  Originally just a nightclub in London, the MoS expanded into a multinational corporation which includes a (literally) global record label, a separate MoS in Egypt, clothing lines, and some of the best club / underground electronic compilations I've ever heard.

"Sound of Dubstep" is a grimy, genre stretching, intense, yet slightly uneven album.  Tracks like "Bass Head" by Bassnectar and Doorly's "Raindrops" mix are now club standards.  There are others that are totally spin worthy, like the DJ Fresh / Nero mix of "Hypercaine", but don't get a lot of play.  Another example is Chasing Shadows' "Amirah".  I personally love "Hypercaine" because it's more of a house mix that displays evident influence of the  dubstep and bassline genres.  A real standout is the Bassline Smith & Drumsound dubstep mix "R U Ready?" - this track led Kenny to yell graphic statements describing how the music made him feel.  There are a few weaker tracks, which is to be expected in the company of such breakout and chronic standard artists.  The only thing I'll say about these tracks is that a duple followed by triple bass line does not a dubstep track make.  It's not just the rhythm; it's the overall mix and track blend which creates that unique sound.

Any album that can get you through New York City on a long weekend travel day at rush hour is clearly an instant classic and should be purchased immediately.  "Sound of Dubstep" is well worth retail for the  40+ underground and label artists' bass-heavy remixes.  In the words of Kenny... "This album is just, it is so highly, I cannot handle it right now!"

Judissimo!

The music world lost a sparkling gem this past August when Judith Lapple passed suddenly in her sleep.  George Mason University held a memorial concert for Judy 10/3/10, and the new deLaski concert space was standing room only.  It is nearly impossible for me to explain the impact of one life-changing experience, let alone the sustained influence of a life-changing force. "She never met a person she couldn't teach" - "vibrant" - "electric" - "generous" - "she was like my second mom" - these are all words and phrases associated with a soul untethered.  80-odd flutists joined in song yesterday... the first piece, Dawn Carol, is played by multiple flutists placed around the performance space.  A few began, then others entered, and it was, to the untrained ear, disorganized but "pretty".  In truth, it was evoking her very personality - seemingly chaotic with a rich, warm harmony emanating from within.  Rays of musical light begin to spin, colliding with each other and breaking into other pieces; and those shards coalesce into one choir full of joy and beauty so powerful that it takes you over completely.  The flutes played for Judy, because of Judy, and to Judy yesterday.  

The dedication that she applied to her teaching and performing was also the fabric of her family life.  She always drew an impenetrable line, shaking her head and setting her mouth - "Nope guys, sorry, my family comes first always, that's never going to change so just get used to it."  Her husband, 4 daughters, and mother shared her with us more than anyone else ever would have.  Bill, her husband, told me yesterday, "Well it's not like we had a choice (grin) - her students were her life and that was part of the deal.  That was the package, and I knew it, and I loved it."  


Jenny, her eldest, shared an e-mail with us that Judy wrote her during a trying time.      The phrase "those who choose to achieve" stuck out because it encapsulated Judy's theory:  If you choose to apply yourself diligently, honestly, and whole-heartedly, you WILL be the best; and you deserve nothing less than the best.  The last line read "You are my entire world."  This was exactly how she made each of her students feel about our 30 minutes a week, or 2 hrs every other week.  We fiercely guarded those lessons against last minute schedule changes and extra-credit activities, for we all loved our time with our teacher. Our teacher, our role model - the woman who was reading "How To Teach Genius" in her final days. 

We will always honor your memory, carry on your legacy, remember your love, share the music, and "smile, because it happened".

Greg Giraldo (1965 - 2010)

Just after I clicked "post blog" for the Mt Eden entry, I saw a TMZ article about Greg Giraldo dying of an overdose.  I wished hard that it was one of those ridiculous rumors, but by the time I got to "greg giral" in Google, Google Instant told me it was true.  Giraldo reportedly overdosed accidentally this past weekend and was in the hospital for several days before passing away today, September 29th.  He's had some pretty significant substance abuse problems, but his career was on the upswing and he really cut back on the drinking... which I was thrilled about, because I thought there was less of a chance of him pulling a Mitch Hedberg and checking out early.  I mean, seriously, how did Giraldo beat Artie Lang to the punch?

As some of you may not know, Giraldo worked as a lawyer; he graduated from Columbia and Harvard Law.  The first Roast at which I ever saw him perform was Chevy Chase's Roast.  He was visibly nervous, but amped, and warmed up to the scene after a couple of minutes.  From then on out, he was a staple on Comedy Central roasts.  I look forward to his and Jeff Ross' sets every I time I turn on a Roast.  He murdered the Flava Flav Roast and fried The Hoff up for dinner.  Joan Rivers and the entire panel bit it when he did his Lord of the Rings gag - "Man, what a night.  A couple of trolls, a fairy, and a giant all going after a sunken eyed little monster who's obsessed with jewelry.  It's like the Lord of the Rings!"

 His comedy specials were hilarious.  I remember re-playing the "letters home during wartime" bit over, and over, and over.

"I read a book recently; it was filled with letters that soldiers during the Civil War wrote to their girlfriends back home.  These were kids, they were 17 year old kids and most of them never went to school.  But every letter in the book was incredible.  Every single letter was like, 'My Dearest Hannah: This morn finds me wracked by the fiery pains of your absence.  I'll bear your cherished memory with me as I battle the forces of tyranny and oppression.'  Now, think about what the typical letter from your average Gulf War soldier to his girlfriend back home in, like, Brooklyn must have read like. 'Dear Marie: It is hot as fuck out here.  It is hard to fight the sand monkeys with your balls stuck to your legs.  It is very, very hot and I am very, very sweety [sic].  It is very, very hot out here because I am in the dessert [sic]."

Here's to his family... we'll miss you, funny man.

Giraldo's set on the Roast of Larry The Cable Guy
"Gary Busey's here, kind of... Jesus, Gary, you horse-faced lunatic! You look like Nick Nolte f'd a Clydesdale."
"Reno Collier, I don't know who or what that is.  I guess he's part of that next wave of low-brow dipshits that'll make me want to kill myself."

Greg Giraldo Destroys A Heckler
"Normally there's not a wasted 60 yr old... normally I just do my own thing... Are you on vacation? Are you the local groundskeeper?"

Giraldo's set on the Roast of Joan Rivers
"Thank you, Tranny Bonaducci! You look like Ronald McDonald f'd Lucille Ball's corpse and then pushed it down a flight of stairs."
"You are such a comedy icon that Joan named one of those shitty watches she sells on QVC after you.  It's called the 'Carl Reiner' edition, it's got liver spotted hands and it's running out of time."

Mt Eden samples Prodigy: "The Omen"

I recently started listening to a wider variety of electronic music than I have in the past.  I've mostly stuck with trance (Tiesto), drum & bass (Misstress Barbara), and house (Bad Boy Bill).  Kim introduced me to dubstep earlier this year and I'm, uhm, kind of obsessed.  I'm pretty sure I found Mt Eden while I browsed YouTube for worthy tracks, but it's entirely possible that I heard his music on Tamara or Deb's Facebook pages.  My friends and I, we love music, we trade videos, and we hit concerts hard.  Anyway, Mt Eden is a Kiwi producer who's known for the grinding bass and tightly wound effects that threaten to explode your brain with their inherent badassery.  I like a lot of his music, including the "Hide & Seek" and "Silence" remixes, but for some reason his Pharaohe Monch "Simon Says" remix just doesn't do it for me.  It's a little too "Aphrodite remixes the Superman theme but overpowers it with cymbals" for me. Anyway, I reallllly like this track and I hope you do too!

Mt Eden - "The Omen"

The sampling is seamless.  That art has fallen by the wayside with the advent of computers and music editing programs that halfway do it for you, however; there is ample room for error when layering multiple samples and blending effects that can sound like the Doppler effect gone wrong if you screw it up.  Mt Eden's attention to detail keeps the flow even.

The marks of dubstep are A) the power of the bass, B) drums that sound as if someone's playing them in a giant, empty concert hall, and C) those sick bass drops that can really amp the vibe.  The blend, balance (note: the bass is supposed to be really heavy), and bass drops here are quite decent.  The vocal track is matched perfectly with the duple/triple feel (also common in dubstep) and the main motive isn't played out.  Mt Eden uses it just enough to remind you that "hey, this original track is pretty bad on its own, I'm just giving you my twist".  I'm a fan of Prodigy's music, particularly their older tracks, and "The Omen" is one of my favorites. I love hearing it reworked, and I love that someone else appreciated it at least as much as I do.

Sally Menke (1953 - 2010)

I.love.filmsandtelevision.

More specifically, I love all things Tarantino.  When I read of Sally Menke's passing this morning, I was disappointed, surprised, curious, and a little nervous.  She not only worked on 1990's "Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles"(Partners in Kryme, anyone? ), she had one of the best film partnerships in the history of filmmaking with one of Hollywood's most peculiar and legendary filmmakers.  As his primary film editor, she screened everything before it left Tarantino's studio.  This included everything from "Reservoir Dogs" to "Inglourious Basterds".  She also worked on films such as "Mulholland Falls", "All the Pretty Horses" and, most recently, "Peacock".

Menke's editing style involved precision cuts, snappy action, delicate and sometimes unexpected fades, and a great rapport with the actors.  Whenever the actors flubbed a line, they'd grin and say "Hi, Sally!".  In fact, a "Hi, Sally!" gag reel is included in the "Death Proof" DVD; there are rumblings that a second "Hi, Sally!" reel will be added to the future "Kill Bill" DVD release.

I am anxious because, as Tarantino appears to have used her exclusively for film editing, this may signal the end of an era in his career.  I am not at all saying that he's done making movies - just that, from now on, the style may be different.  When you love something of very high quality, you want it to stay just as good as it ever was.  I love Tarantino's films and I hope that he is able to find an editor that understands his scripts / directing style, and can mold what was already fantastic into something even better.

RIP Sally - and thanks for everything.

9/27/10 at The National

A coworker invited me to this show last night, and I was completely unfamiliar with all of the bands playing.  Gaslight Anthem headlined, Fake Problems played before them, and Bridge & Tunnel opened up.  I had a great time, heard some new music, and got some new tracks for my iPod - win/win!

Bridge & Tunnel: They've got a decent bassist, and she made me think of a hipster Tina Fey. The chick guitarist actually reminded me of a blonde Steve Perry. The male lead vocalist (?) couldn't hang a solid pitch on a coat rack, and at one point cracked me up by stomping one leg so energetically that he nearly kicked himself in the butt.  The drummer was unremarkable.  Musically, Bridge & Tunnel was not very inspiring - and you couldn't make the lyrics out, so they didn't score points in that area.  Lots of crash cymbal, lots of metal-worthy headbanging, some decent bass lines.  What amused me more than the lead singer's physical energy was the preface to every song: "This song is about [insert socially aware topic here]".  Example: "This song is about the gentrification of NYC" (screamcrashgutterbass) - "This song is about how older people can't always get work in our economy and the things that are supposed to help them out, like Social Security and pensions and stuff, don't work like they're supposed to" (screamcrashgutterbass).  The last thing I want to hear from a screamo band is their personal philosophy of subjects about which they are ignorant, especially when the opinion comes in the form of lyrics I literally cannot decipher - and I'm a Hatebreed fan, which should tell you something.

Fake Problems: Definitely worth checking out.  They're a very energetic group with a lead singer who demands your attention from the get go.  You can really hear the genre blend among the "Tighten Up" style guitar riffs, beach punk (early No Doubt & Sublime) style, skate punk (Less Than Jake), folk, "new" 70s (Amy March, White Stripes) and Latin music.  Fake Problems makes you want to dance all night, which I probably would have if I knew the music better - I get distracted from moving during concerts if I'm concentrating on actually listening to the music instead of losing myself in it.
   LGT Fake Problems Too Cold To Hold because I couldn't find a link to what I'm sure is only a tour track.. "How Come All This Time You Let Me Smoke Weed And Then You Up And Ditched Me Cuz I Smoke Weed Even Though You Knew The Whole Time?".

Gaslight Anthem:  I am now a fan of this group.  They put out their first album in 2007, sophomore in 2008, and just released their third album "American Slang" this year.  When they play live, they've got an infectious fun-ergy that manifests in stage antics like half-ass cartwheeling and telling completely unrelated stories.  Really great drummer, a completely hot Jersey guido bassist, and guitarists/vocalists that ENUNCIATE the fantastic lyrics they've written (are you listening, Bridge & Tunnel?).  They've got a very original sound that seems to root in Bruce Springsteen and classic punk.  In truth, they remind me of Alkaline Trio, but with less blood and alcohol, crossed with the Ataris.  Their music holds elements of ballad rock and almost all of their well-recognized songs feature high energy, insistent melodies.  Gaslight Anthem interacts really well with their audience, and they recognize / shout out the regular attendees (AKA groupies).  The lead singer told a (random) story that went something like this: "I know on stage I'm joking and having a lot of fun but I'm really kind of a moody guy, you know, I get obsessed with building amplifiers and I don't really want to talk to or see anybody.  I get really anxious and kind of neurotic sometimes... but anyway when I got here, [National staff member] was just like, living Zen man.  So, thanks for that, Dude! This next track..."
   LGT Gaslight Anthem - Old White Lincoln

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Artist's Biography

Note: Please excuse the lack of accents, I haven't figured out how to make the Mac keyboard shortcuts work in the context of this programming.

Edgard Varese (1883-1965) is a curious figure in modern music, and has long been a favorite of mine.  He harbored a deep interest in the journey of sound and light through space, which is characterized by his avant-garde style and experimentation with electronic resources.  Varese employed a fantastic "boomerang" dynamic style which at times resembles the Doppler effect.  He toyed with the idea of "tiny music", or music on an atomic level, when composing.  This "tiny music" is made by air currents, dust falling on a table, or atoms striking each other.  If there is indeed a Great Universal Music, he was determined to replicate or represent it to the best of his artistic ability.  One good example of this concept is his piece for 13 percussionists, Ionisation (1931).

I've barely touched on his style or influences; but let it be said that he is recognized as the Father of Electronic Music.  His compositions shattered preconceived notions of the very nature of music itself and inspired generations of artists to stretch the boundaries and find our language in every aspect of life.

Density 21.5 was commissioned by Georges Barrere in 1936 in honor of his platinum flute; platinum has an approximate elemental density of 21.5 grams per cubic centimeter.  The piece itself uses two separate motivic "particles": a two note modal figure and three note atonal figure.  I'm still not entirely sure how he managed to distribute 2 tiny motives throughout the flute's entire register, but the presentation and timbral exploration are masterful to say the least.  George Perle does a complete analysis of the work in "The Listening Composer" (1990), which I do not intend to duplicate here.  It is quite an enjoyable review, should you have an hour and the sheet music.

The harmonic and rhythmic control belies the freedom of dynamic and intensity inherent in this work.  This control is partially based in Varese's appreciation for Schoenberg's music.  In pieces such as this, the focus is on the composition itself and the process of discovery experienced by each performer and listener it encounters.  The structure, melody, and contrast are there... you just have to pay attention.

Theory of Music Appreciation

I began flute lessons in 1994 with Dr. Alice Hammel.  Eric Hoover taught me during the summers of 2000 & 2001 at the Brevard Music Center.  I continued studies with Judith Lapple and had several lessons with Gary Schocker.  Each of these instructors taught me to respect tradition, appreciate experimental (i.e. different) music, and to always keep an open mind.  Interactions with living composers such as Mark Camphouse, Katherine Hoover, Gary Schocker, Jesse Guessford, and others, taught me to "listen with open ears".

I ask my readers to do the same - pull out a recording of the piece we're discussing, YouTube it, or listen to the sample on iTunes.  Keep an open mind.  The state of current affairs, musically speaking, is not as bleak as big box radio and the VMA/MTV Music Awards would have us believe.  Artists such as Trent Reznor, Gnarls Barkley, and Coheed & Cambria push the envelope and blend some seriously chronic sounds with traditional story telling, ethereal soundscapes, and authentic instruments.  Others such as Alison Krauss, Damien Rice, and Robert Plant explore their origins and invigorate genres that are so often pigeonholed.

I honestly believe that it is possible to find elements of historical style and construct in any piece of music you hear; in fact, I challenge you to prove otherwise.  The attention an average person pays to any given song is passing at best, unless you're like me and can't listen to something without analyzing it.  I think that too many artists in too many genres are overlooked in favor of glitz, eyeliner, and AutoTune.  I know that where we go from here depends entirely on today's audience, performers, and composers.  I want us to be as informed and open minded as possible, so that we may contribute to a more informed audience of artists and enthusiasts in the future.  Take an extra couple of minutes to listen to what's playing through your CD player or iPod, and ask yourself why you like it.  Maybe ask yourself if there's something you don't like about it.

Sometimes the answer can be surprising - and can lead you to search for similar sounds, then TA-DA! You found your new favorite artist, bought their latest album, told your friends, and now their sound is appreciated and nurtured by the active interest you showed in their art.  Because it is, really, all art.  From the album covers to the liner notes, from the lyrics to the bass line.  This is art.  We are artists and art lovers.  Let us revel in the beauty we know while meeting the challenges to our senses.

Welcome to Tethysian Reflections . . .

. . . wherein you will find things "wonderful to tell!".


Obviously, this includes some of the most excellent quotations known to humankind (above: "O Brother, Where Art Thou?" - Oracle).


However; more substantive entries will cover reflections on music and its origins, literary works, a wide variety of films / television series, and anything else that happens to catch my attention.  Feel free to comment and offer your own opinion; I'd much prefer to talk with people who share similar interests than "listen" to myself type.