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August 17, 2006In the past weeks, there have been several interesting responses to these commentaries. In practical matters, Robert Gable writes to ask if this blog has an RSS feed. Now it does; the XML link is here or at the bottom left of the page. You can use RSS with a typical Feed Reader or on a customized Google home page to get notified of new postings as soon as they're made. * * * Composer and thereminist Ann Cantelow writes regarding chess camp:
So how does a composer "practice"? What sort of exercise is done, musical and otherwise? As students, composers do daily exercises in harmony and counterpoint and orchestration -- few of which had a strong impact on this student because there was virtually no feedback. The student corps was very small, so re-orchestrating a Mozart string quartet for recorder, clarinet, trumpet, and tuba was less than gratifying and largely an exercise in completing the exercise. (The main complaint about mine? Not to use turquoise ink every again.) Without evidence of others' practices, I'll present my own: I practice through keeping my senses attuned to the world around, letting sounds and sights and smells and tastes and textures simply enter the body's portal. So taken with sounds have I been that for years my hearing was plagued by a lack of figure-ground significance -- the most important socially significant noises (usually conversation) were subsumed in the wider acoustic panorama. There was no acoustic gatekeeper to give priority to words. A regional accent would be absorbed before the speaker's meaning. Other senses exhibited similar flattening of sensory surface, including vision and texture. At the same time, layers of sensory experiences became embedded -- sounds and smells from decades ago rush the memories back with them. Practice ends up meaning not to build sound-structures from specific ideas driven by rules or traditions, but rather to extract interesting material from a wash of constant sound -- straining to hear the voices in the ocean, the singing in the brook. Indeed, with some little effort, an entire symphony orchestra might be heard playing in the roar of water over a damn -- not an imagined symphony, but the white noise reorganized and re-emphasized into statistically weighted components, as if some sort of temporal lobe epilepsy were pushing familiar tone poems out through the eardrums in a symphonic transcendence. Combined with the tinnitus that began in my late twenties, this exuberant and unremitting soundscape offers too many choices, and is perhaps part of the internal pressure to compose -- to rid myself of that which is too much to hold. That doesn't mean composing is a fluid activity. In banal terms, it's like having too many cable channels to choose from, with the tiring prospect of using a program guide (a well-worn structure) or engaging in channel surfing (praying to the angel of hopefulness). The practice is making the choice, the exercise is accepting the choice and engaging it through to the end. Composers also borrow ideas, or steal them outright -- the latter, if we are to believe Picasso (or whomever he stole that from, or stole it from him). The exercise is to discover the ideas, purloin them, and cloak the theft in one's own style or technique. To hear interesting ideas and set about replicating and improving them is a compositional exercise, as is the creation of sonic modules that fit an orchestration or match a time-frame ... which sounds suspiciously like a commission. Indeed, one can think of any commission as practice music or an exercise, as it leaps not full-grown from the brow of the composer, but is artificially inseminated in a test-tube filled with cash and chains, and must resemble the fiscal parents. A way of achieving that is to borrow or steal ideas so that the bitter responsibility of artistic serfdom is mitigated. In none of the above has particular practice technique been mentioned, an omission which shall be left so. * * * Composer and actor Robert Bonotto writes regarding being age 25 forever to remind me that "Laurence Olivier said that you don't feel, inside, the courage to play the Great Shakespeare roles, really, 'till you're past 40; and by then it's too late to play half of them." And he continues about my performance self-criticism:
I'll take the Harrison-Schwitters compliment, though it hardly softens the dilemma of the composer-performer's self-critical stance. Indeed, I would like to hear stories of nonpop composer-performers whose acoustic realizations of their own work are actually considered definitive ... and they were even satisfied with them. Those that come to mind from the past are either classically weak and more imaginatively conducted by others -- Stravinsky, Bernstein, Copland, Boulez -- or too recent to have a feel for the depth of their work -- from Geers to Moon, Beglarian to McMillan, Dargel to Oliveros. But with an emphasis on electroacoustics and deejaying and solo work, it appears that the composer-performer is again on the rise. What will the future reveal? Reader anecdotes welcome. * * * And finally, composer and lawyer Antonio Celaya writes regarding the composer's survival guide (also expanded in the competitions commentary):
Antonio's point is very well taken. That approach didn't come into consideration because of my personality -- I'm reasonably well driven by requests from performers, and in earlier days youth was enough to drive music to conclusion with hope triumphant over external encouragement. Antonio's is a very positive point of view on competitions. * * * My thanks to everyone who writes. This is not an interactive blog mostly for housekeeping reasons -- not only do I mark up the pages by hand, but I also want to avoid the need to clear out daily spam postings or requests by spam robots. Enough of that varkensvlees already crosses the filters to my in-box. I can always be reached this way, and I'll be sure to answer.
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