Composition Master Class
Some students will preface their presentations by an anecdote: “I got this rhythmic idea from the weird way my roommate snores.”
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Doctor Bob, my optometrist, reaches into a drawer and pulls out his Mac Pro. He hits a key and up pops a page of staves, a 4/4 time signature and a several rows of perfectly “engraved” eighth notes. He hits the space bar and it launches a composition of his called “Pink Tequila.” “Cool, huh?” he says.
28 Comments Continue ReadingEdward Elgar, that shy, difficult and moody Worcestershire composer, had his own “network” of friends, although one suspects it was smaller and far more intimate in those days long before iPhones, Facebook and chat groups.
18 Comments Continue ReadingPlato’s writings about music go with Adorno’s comments about jazz. You read them and seriously wonder how a great analytic mind could make such bizarre evaluations and see such subversive evils lying hidden behind the tones.
7 Comments Continue ReadingThe new “Listener Speedy Exit Ramp” will enable to patrons to leave their seats either during or after a performance and exit the building in less than 2.5 seconds.
28 Comments Continue ReadingEx-president Clinton to negotiate detente between the two composers. Happy ending for a dispute that has simmered for nearly fifty years.
17 Comments Continue ReadingCarnegie Hall announced yesterday that Elliott Carter, America’s most distinguished emerging composer, will celebrate his 130th birthday with a celebration and world premiere of a new work “Tempi incastrasi” for one orchestra and three conductors.
20 Comments Continue ReadingSome students will preface their presentations by some anecdotal background: “I got this rhythmic idea from the weird way my roommate snores.” Or “I broke up with my girlfriend in the middle of composing the adagio, so that’s the reason for the sudden percussion entrance.”
66 Comments Continue ReadingFor those that missed the exam, there will be a make-up test (much more difficult), tomorrow morning at dawn. Meet in the parking lot of Surf Supermarket in Gualala. Please bring your own pencils.
4 Comments Continue ReadingOK, all you Hellmouth readers and lurkers. Put your books and iPods away and get ready for your Marcel Proost end-of-semester pop quiz. No cheating. Do NOT look at your neighbor’s work. Answers in the next posting.
9 Comments Continue Reading“Marcel, what happens if they shut down your electricity in response. What are you gonna do, fire up that pathetic little gas generator you got there? You won’t have enough power to run your grow lamps AND listen to your old Robert Craft albums at the same time.”
7 Comments Continue Reading“So, is it true that they don’t wear pants on the other side of France?”
“Oh, Marcel, jeeze that joke is so totally lame it went out of fashion forty years ago. And furthermore, I didn’t make it to the other side of France. Except for a day in Chartres, I was in Paris the whole time.”
6 Comments Continue ReadingBernstein’s creative crisis came at exactly the same time that his enormous fame and superstar status peaked, making it all the more difficult for him to locate the private inner muse that might have led him to a fruitful maturity as a composer in the manner of his great idol, Mahler.
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Some students will preface their presentations by an anecdote: “I got this rhythmic idea from the weird way my roommate snores.”
Leonard Bernstein tries to explain that mysterious essence of the musical experience: how and why does music convey emotion?
I’m thinking this is ridiculous. “Marcel, you’re shitting me. You can’t even read music and now you’ve become a music critic!”
The pianissimos are as intimate as a whisper. The concert hall is transfixed. And then, suddenly from somewhere in the back “WHOARGGGHHAAAARRRAAAAAACK!!!”
“Ladies and gentlemen I’ve worked my butt off on these two talks, especially this dazzler today about an antisocial German who contracts syphilis and takes to composing twelve-tone music.”
Wondering if Boulez has ever been to a dog show, I leave early in the morning with Eloise sound asleep on the back seat and a bag of pricey dog food in the trunk.
Advice to composers: Try not to panic if you can’t recognize that noise coming from the stage as something you wrote.