We Came, We Shot, We Laughed and Had Cake

Our video shoot is now two weeks old and I feel like it was a lifetime ago. In case your scroll button is stuck in a reclined position, I should let you know that I recently embarked on an epic effort to produce a music video for my string quartet, Patrick Stewart Bakes A Cake.

The Vandelé Quartet is Louise Lee & Zoë Robertson, violins; Genevieve MacKay, viola; and Bryan Deans, cello. It seems like only yesteryear they read through the piece for the first time in my living room. As it usually happens, if you let enthusiasm run rampant (And mix it with a pinch of ambition and discipline) things tend to escalate before your very eyes.

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Effacing what might have been a pretty straightforward and conventional day of shooting are Percival and Penny VonKrapp. When Percy and Penny come to dinner it’s not so much a question of if there is enough food to eat but rather how quickly the host can evacuate the rest of their guests.

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I counted myself lucky to have the talented cinematographer, Kale Beaudry working with me on this project. I have lots of ideas for how things should look and how they can happen but what I needed most was a guiding hand to show me what works and what is pure lunacy but also works.

We were mostly after the latter.
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But really, the piece is about a culinary confection. What happens to our penultimate pastry? A delicious denouement? Mayhem? Expanding waistbands?

Follow this space to find out!

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The Really Big Shoot

I’m inhabiting a space between a sublime panic and a frantic serenity. For the past few months I’ve been helping with preparations for a film shoot for my string quartet, Patrick Stewart Bakes A Cake. The first film date is tomorrow.

Did I remember everything?

Did I forget anything?

Will all of this amount to something?

These are the questions that both excited, delight, and keep me awake all night.

 

 

 

More fun projects underway

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I’m really excited to be able to announce that, thanks to a generous grant from CreativeBC, myself and a team of creative-types will be producing a music video for my string quartet, Patrick Stewart Bakes A Cake.

We’ll be recording the Vandelé quartet at Pyatt Hall and producing the video at a number of top secret locations around Vancouver.

In June of 2018 the quartet will host a concert where we premiere the video to the masses (That’s you!).

Stay tuned!

 

 

 

 

 

So You Want To Host A Composition Competition

 

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Picture it: you are at the precipice of your arts organization and hosting a competition for composers. Before you pat yourself on the back for not going with a “feats of strength” model, let’s consider this journey you’re embarking on with a generous helping of a composer’s perspective.

NewMusicBox.org has published a piece I wrote based on my experiences submitting my own works to composition competitions: Linked for your convenience

 

 

 

On High Art, Shabby Shoes, And Beethoven’s Sixth Symphony

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The other day I attended a semi-professional orchestral concert that a few of my friends were performing in. The centerpiece of the program was Beethoven’s Sixth Symphony, which I happen to love to death even though it does go by a bit too quick. It’s probably the only piece by the master I wish had a few more repeat signs in it as it sometimes feels like a reckless car ride through a meadow, sending people frolicking for their lives, rather than one of the master’s epic nature strolls.

We had just hit intermission when I felt a tap on my shoulder – an older woman seated behind me noticed I was sitting alone and we made some casual chit chat. During our conversation, she mentioned that her brother was an important artistic figure the orchestra collaborates with. She also asked me how tall I am (A surprisingly frequent topic), asked me if I played basketball (I don’t), and eventually we came to this inspired conclusion:

“Are some of your friends on stage?” she asked.

“Yeah – a friend of mine plays viola and another plays bass” I replied.

“Oh – I thought so. You don’t look like someone who would come to this sort of concert without knowing someone on stage”.

Now, I was dressed pretty casually and had noticeably less grey hair than many others in attendance so I probably stuck out a bit. Also, the tall part. She must have decided that I didn’t look like I was a typical attendee so I must not be someone who goes to these sorts of concerts very often. This arguably innocent comment stuck with me for two reasons:

First – and this is the funny one – I love this music. I spend a lot of time writing it, playing it, writing about it, wondering about it, and basically cramming it into every available orifice. I’m not trying to say I’m a big shot and everybody should lay out a red carpet for me, but I have spent significant hours “digging into the dots”, so to speak. So it should be pretty intuitive that if someone were to come along and say to me something along the lines of, “Ooooh – I bet you didn’t know that violins have four strings”  we can go straight to having a really good time laughing at their expense.

Second, and this is where it gets a little more serious, because classical music has a reputation as an art form for the rich, her comment had an undercurrent of elitism. I can’t really know what she thought about me but when I think back on the situation it really felt like she thought I was a young person of limited economic means – I mean, there are a lot of us, and I have worked in the service industry before, so it’s not like her guess was completely out-to-lunch.

This is such weird concept for me because, on an instinctual level, I don’t really see classical music as “music for rich people”. To me, it’s everybody’s music in that it’s just there for everybody to discover it.

I got into classical music as a teen because I could get Beethoven box sets for 20 cents a record at my local record shop. If I were a teen today, I would probably build a listening library using Youtube. I didn’t see it associated with any sort of inflated expense. Also, tickets to classical music concerts are far and away cheaper than tickets for a hockey game. Spend sixty dollars on a Canucks ticket and you get a terrible seat in the rafters whereas sixty dollars spent on a Symphony concert will get you just about the best available.

But on a more thoughtful level, I do recognize that there are real barriers that prevent people from getting into the music and some of that DOES have to do with your economic class. Music lessons at an early age are a strong indicator that you might become a butt in a seat at a classical music concert and the privilege of early music lessons are strongly tied to whether or not your family could afford them while you were growing up. It’s a significant investment in time and money that many families can’t meet in the face of other pressures.

I bring this up because this is an obstacle to those of us who want to grow and nurture an audience for our art form. People will be disinclined to attend a concert by being made to feel unwelcome and we have enormous power in our ability to make people feel like they don’t belong with what we only see as benign.

Take, as another example, the knowing murmur that ripples around the room when somebody commits the cardinal sin of clapping between movements of a larger piece. Someone had the nerve to have a happy feeling in public, expressed it, and now we’re all rolling our eyes at them. All this does is reinforce our own sense of superiority and alienate someone who might be inclined (Or would have been inclined) to come to more of our concerts. What if we instead owned our art’s bizarre customs and shared them with new concert goers with a sense of pride and excitement?

I know a conductor who , before the performance of every large work, addresses the urge to applaud between movements in order to get his horse before the cart. I think he recognized that there was some value worth preserving in holding the applause until the end of the work but he also had enough awareness to know that people won’t suddenly go against a lifetime of being socialized to applaud. This conductor would even go so far as to encourage people to just sit quietly at the works’ conclusion if they’re moved to do so. In doing so, the frame around the event changes to be more open and nurturing. New attendees will see the event as less of an encounter with music weirdos and more of an invitation to be part of a very rich musical tradition. It’s not actually that hard to do!

As for the woman at the concert who thinks I’m tall – I didn’t say any of this to her as at the time as I was a little bit surprised and it would have been a bit of a mouthful to fit this response into some awkward coughing and rummaging of a concert program. If I could go back and relive the moment, I would probably have the sense to gently correct her – and that likely would have been the right thing to do. At face value, it was certainly an innocuous comment – but that’s with me as the recipient. I’m able to laugh it off because I have a pretty privileged background. Someone who has faced any kind of systemic exclusion/discrimination based on economic class, race, sexuality, or gender would probably have felt it completely differently. I feel like the chance to correct these sorts of assumptions when the stakes are so light is valuable to our social evolution. The small nudges in our conversation that can happen outside of a crisis – where emotions are inflamed and our ears are shut – have staying power. They may not have the visibility of marching in the streets but I can’t imagine how we get farther without them.

On The Marriage Of Figaro, Dead Man Walking, And Tanya Tagaq At The Vancouver Opera Festival

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Today is the last day of the Vancouver Opera Festival’s inaugural run and I am happy to say that I was succesfully woo’d by a whole bunch of great music. Mission accomplished my friends! In a mean fit of musical acrobatics, I somehow managed to give the star production of the festival, Verdi’s Otello, a wide berth and focus on some of the other gems surrounding it. It was partly a matter of convenience, but mostly a matter of personal taste – more on that another time.

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Mozart’s The Marriage Of Figaro is usually hailed by opera buffs as one of the best – if not THE best – and while I disagree with them on almost every point about their art (I can’t stand Wagner, can hardly tolerate Verdi, and don’t have the stamina for eight curtain calls) I actually agree with them on this one. From the last dozen or so bars of the overture to the ensemble number in the finale I’m a gurgling mess of tears and blubbering.

It could be something to do with the pacing and hookiness of it, which is probably on the right track to my heart, but it also might just be that Mozart’s writing makes opera singers sound their best. How it does this, I have only my own rambling conjecture but I find myself really getting into the voice when I listen to Mozart. That is to say, I start thinking about the subtle colours of the opera voice, which ones I like, and which ones I don’t and think this is because the composer is presenting them in an uncluttered way. Part of it could be that Mozart’s orchestra was quite a bit smaller than what came later – a bigger orchestra will pump out more sound; even just sitting there, noisily turning pages, swapping out mutes, and mumbling incoherently – so the singers have a greater dynamic range to work in.

He also lives less in the extreme registers of the human voice which means things just ‘fit’ better: a singer is more restricted in how they do things when they’re singing a really high or low note. His mission might be his love for the voice and his success would be how well he shares it with people who don’t “get it” right away – which could be the ultimate lesson for composers everywhere.

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It pains me to say that I was less impressed by Dead Man Walking – which puts me at odds with just about everybody who saw it. The subject matter has huge depth and relevance – not to mention some gorgeous staging and an exquisite ensemble number in the first act. But it suffers from a common contemporary opera malady: at no point does anybody on stage ever sing something resembling a song. Instead, the voices live in a state of recitative which feels like vocal purgatory to me. Because of this, the score is pregnant and waiting to burst but never really gets the opportunity to. This is a phenomenon that others have remarked on (Most notably, John Corigliano when discussing his approach for his own opera, Ghosts Of Versailles) so it’s not like this score owns the problem completely. I feel like contemporary music, in it’s haste to be outside the box, has rejected this fundamental building block of music, the song, without realizing how that’s like making an apple pie and leaving out the crust.

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Tanya Tagaq is a true treasure and I will never forget her performance at The Vogue Theater – definitely one of the best live shows I’ve ever seen. Her vocal practice, based on Inuk throat singing, has an extremely wide palette of colour. At her most guttural, she is deep and eldritch but she also soars high, pristine, and clean like a folk singer. Backed by Jesse Zubot on violin, Jean Martin on percussion, and a fabulous pick-up choir they took us on a dark ride that touched on environmental destruction and Canada’s missing and murdered indigenous women (The latter culminating in a haunting cover of Nirvana’s Rape Me that chills to the bone).

The set was largely improvised and really brought home for me how good improvised music can be when it’s at it’s best. Improvisers whom I love and respect have talked about improvisation as a journey with a goal of bringing an audience along for the ride. Tanya addressed this at the beginning of the show by asking us to leave our phones alone. She half joked that she was of a generation that did things to do them rather than show the internet that you did them; the point sort of being that instagramming a live performance is as useful as filming a painting. Everything you want to capture (ie. being there) is lost because disengaging from the performance to play with your phone effectively removes you from the audience (Where did you go?).

I’m really happy I got to attend the few shows that I did and look forward to more next year!

All About A New Piece – Fierce Green

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My newest creation is a commission for the Vancouver Peace Choir, my choral alma mater. Writing for the Peace Choir was both my first writing opportunity and singing gig outside a university environment. It was a pretty big deal for me. When you leave school, the first thing that greets you is an immense gaping maw of, “WHAT DO I DO NOW?!”. Having the opportunity to write for a willing group was immeasurably valuable for my craft and creative momentum. For that, I owe them a great debt of gratitude so when they ask me to jump, I hold my breath and launch myself into orbit.

With this piece, I really wanted to honour the choir’s legacy of championing social justice causes while also making something the group would enjoy singing (Easy, right?). Past concerts have highlighted a litany of causes such as the plight of First Nations people, the 1979 Iranian Revolution, and the “It Gets Better” campaign.

Fierce Green is a sort of desperate response to human caused climate change. While I’m mostly buoyed by the incremental steps many of us take to reduce our ecological footprints I’m also incredibly frustrated, and sometimes embittered, by resistance to the most innocuous positive developments and jaw-dropping denial of a massive body of scientific evidence. I was especially hit hard by the recent American election; here we have one of the world’s largest industrial power houses now talking about bringing back coal, dismantling the EPA, and rolling back limits on vehicle emissions. It’s painful to watch.

Setting the scene is a poem by a relatively obscure Victorian poet (The place – not the time period!) named Denise Cammiade called, Vegetative Seasons:

Plants chisel skyward
lean shoots weave through soil, grasp air
Vein this new drug, sun.

Corn dreams tall. Orchard
scents baste the leafy noon.
Grass shears marimba.

Asters sprawl mauvely.
The cabbage crouch like broody
hens. Rain staples down.

Brittle stalks rehearse
a subtle sky. Whistle tunes
sieve the sucked year.

While I don’t necessarily think Denise had climate change in mind when she wrote this poem, there’s a two-faced quality to it that’s somehow embedded with echoes of it. It’s as lush and pastoral as a Beethoven pastoral scene, but it’s also parched and desperate in a way that makes the piece feel more part of my era than the old master’s.

Come listen!

Friday, May 26th – 8pm @ Peace Mennonite Church, Richmond

Saturday, May 27th – 8pm @ St James Anglican Church, Vancouver