Porridger’s Almanack (Breakfast of Ganglions)
—David Hall, from notes to the 1951 LP of the BSO playing Le sacre du printemps under Pierre Monteux’s direction.
Cyberspace asides on the making of music
Working backwards, Peter and Carol are encouraging me, with a set of six Duos by Robt Muczynski in mind, to build a set of three pieces with Music for the Un-Hip Hop as the first of the triptych. In other words, finding this piece of mine at once a toothy challenge and (I quote) “fun to play,” they demand more, I’ll say it again: these are the sort of talented, receptive collaborators of whom every composer dreams. Clearly, the mission is to re-nominate the Hop Op. 178 № 1, and let there be two duets more. Today’s Henning Ensemble rehearsal was excellent, and we are in fantastic shape for the April concert (a week from tomorrow, that is.)
Last night, I finished adapting Surfing an Earthquake for four bass clarinets, for Improbable Beasts. The custodian of one of the said beasts has responded with a most gratifying warmth. I am hoping that the Chief Wrangler of the menagerie likes it, as well.
One’s friend doesn’t celebrate a 75th birthday every day (or year) and not all of one’s friends, on turning 75, celebrate by playing Chopin’s Opus 28 in a single sitting. Thus, today was a signal treat! It had been an unconscionably long time since I had listened to the set and i was blown away afresh by the intersection of inventiveness and elegance.
I ’ve reported that Thursday’s Henning Ensemble rehearsal was excellent. One benefit from working with such accomplished and amiable colleagues is, I get helpful and musical suggestions coming from the best of places. Thus the “actionable item” a/k/a homework I took away was, to add breaths to the Fantasy on When Jesus Wept. The Ur-text being Billings’ round, with its inherent cyclicality (in the first place) and as the raison d’être of my piece is perforce the liberties I take around that repetitive structure, any guidance the composer might give in the matter of breaths—particularly (as I read it) any place where the three players might breathe all together is germane,
One non-urgent takeaway from the rehearsal has to do with Surfing an Earthquake, the flute trio. Like as Stravinsky did supply missing sextus and bassus parts for the Gesualdo motet Illumina nos, methought “What if I adapt Surfing for four bass clarinets?” Which is to say that I supply a new bassus, and then pass the piece along to the Improbable Beasts.
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— David Ossman
I was thinking of “Tomorrow Never Knows” ostensibly by the Beatles and wondered, What if anything are Paul and George doing on this number? Not surprisingly, the game in Retreat has been, “hold to the source where it serves the text. Where it does not, do otherwise.” One especially good thing is, the final cadence serves very nicely. So nicely, in fact, that where I was originally thinking of having the trombone close the piece out (as it introduces the piece) that choral cadence will indeed be the end. I finished the approach thereunto yesterday morning. Although I was second-guessing myself right and left, two colleagues talked me down off the ledge by expressing their reasoned musical approbation of the score. Triad alumnus Julian Bryson, my collaborator in bringing such a piece to performance, responded, I think this looks really cool! I can’t wait to dive in more carefully. I just took a quick glance at the score, but I’ll spend a bit more time with it when I can. I love the canon that grows so slowly through the range. It reminds me of “Choose Something Like a Star,” but a bit more ominous. Later today I shall remit the score to the author, David Ossman. Rehearsal yesterday with the lean, mean trio version of the Henning Ensemble was excellent. I t was highly gratifying to hear at last both Snootful of Hooch and Music for the Un-Hip Hop. Of the latter, flutist Carol Epple emphasized to me that while it is not easy, it is great fun to play. On a completely separate topic (program notes) I remarked on-line to my colleague Robt Gross, Some days I think my go-to program note should be: “The fact is, I wrote the notes I wanted to hear.” The Un-Hip Hop exemplifies my compositional method of writing a piece which I would find fun to play. My band-mates especially complimented my scoring in the adapted Yesterday’s Snow. Oh, and it was great to hear Surfing an Earthquake and Amorphous and Forward-Looking. I now have homework which must wait until tomorrow: adding breath marks to the Fantasy on When Jesus Wept.
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