March on Rome

So some ESPN sports commentator named Jim Rome tweeted:

B6UJProCcAEHAdk…and among the tweet rebuttals from band directors, students, and band enthusiasts was this one from the U.S. Army Field Band:

…which garnered enough attention across the country that Fox News interviewed a representative from the band.

I’ve been thinking about it enough in the last 24 hours that (gasp!) I thought I’d write a blog entry, which is about as rare as parallel fifths in a Bach chorale. And since I’m in the Army, I’ll give you the bottom line up front (BLUF–it’s the Army, we have an acronym for everything):

We need to stop apologizing for being musicians.

We got bullied by Jim Rome because we’ve allowed ourselves to be bullied into thinking that we’re second-class citizens or that what we do doesn’t matter. We get called “misfits” or “geeks” or “dorks” and we laugh it off because it doesn’t really bother us (or we self-identify with it), but avoiding conflict for so many years has done a lot of damage. How many times after learning you are part of a band has someone said, “Hey this one time…at band camp…” Do we honestly think that’s funny? Has anyone ever thought that was funny? ‘American Pie’ is twenty years old, people; we’ve been forced to endure this lame joke for a long time.

We apologize for being musicians when we allow others to think that we’re somehow outcasts. We apologize for being musicians when we advocate for music education by stating how the work we do is going to make our students do better in OTHER disciplines. We apologize for being musicians when we allow others to diminish our accomplishments.

When you tell a fellow soldier you’re a musician in the Army, the response is as varied as the Army itself. Some think it’s really cool, others think you’re a waste of taxpayer money (or worse: someone who’s holding a position for a REAL soldier). A band officer once said something that has stuck with me: whatever response you get from someone after learning that you’re a musician is their way of expressing envy.

People wish they could do what we do. Or they don’t realize how difficult it is. Maybe that’s part of our problem. Maybe we make making music look too easy. Maybe we don’t realize how difficult making music is ourselves. I work at the U.S. Army Field Band and what those people do every day is positively astounding. The students in the band room at Somewhere, U.S.A. are also absolutely incredible. And if they’re not, it’s because they’re doing something amazingly hard, and they’ll get there with the right teacher, the right equipment, the right support, and a whole lot of work.

And when they learn to play that instrument really well, and then simultaneously march a complex drill all while making instantaneous minute adjustments in their playing and marching by using all of their senses and using their entire bodies and both sides of their brain…we are not going to let anyone think that getting there was easy or inevitable.

There is a tiny bit of truth in Mr. Rome’s tweet in that he’s implying that only people in band get band. I’m suggesting that we do a better job of articulating what we do to those outside our circles. The first step is to recognize our own amazingness. Then we can go to bat for our art, our activity, our passion, our “thing”, and share it as much as we can.

Okay, that joke above about parallel fifths…that was pretty dorky.

 

Kisses from Daddy

IMG_1459The jar has 540 kisses. One for each kid. Three per day for 180 days. When the jar is empty of Daddy’s Kisses, Daddy comes home.

Well that’s the happy ending we’re all looking forward to, but let’s not dance around the subject: leaving home this morning was a horrible experience. Saying goodbye to my wife and kids was absolutely heartbreaking. It was especially wrenching to see my child, who’s infamously under control, at long last unleash her emotions through inconsolable sobbing.

What’s difficult to accept is that the kids are innocent victims of circumstance. Now it’s not necessary to feel sorry for them; they’ll be all right. They (we) will get through this experience and when it’s all over our family will be as strong as ever, of this I have no doubt. But they did nothing to deserve this extraordinary stress in their lives. Most of their friends will never have to experience this kind of separation from anyone in their families, though there are a handful of military kids who “get it.”

As for me, I feel a little guilty over feeling so blue. After all, this deployment is expected to last no longer than 180 days, less than half of what most others give. How many service members have gone on multiple year-long (or more) deployments? Plus, I am headed to a comparatively safe place, not to say that I won’t take the occasional trip into a hostile fire zone. I’ve worn the uniform for nearly fourteen years now and managed to spend only seven days “downrange.” I’d say I’ve been extraordinarily lucky and have no reason to complain.

This deployment is unlike many others, however, because I’m going alone. I’m not traveling with a unit. I have no band of brothers to lean on. I am an Army of One. This is somewhat uncharted territory for a guy accustomed to the chaos and destruction of a busy house of three kids ranging in age from four to 15. As if the butt of a cosmic joke, on the flight to my training area, I had a row of seats to myself on a nearly full flight. It was as if I was Pigpen and no one wanted to sit next to me. Back at my point of departure, there were small groups of soldiers and airmen in uniform, clearly traveling together. I currently envy that camaraderie and hope that I will find it with my new unit and fellow soldiers.

As I embark on this crazy adventure, my biggest wish is that this experience is as rewarding and meaningful as my previous deployment (of only seven days) to Iraq in 2004, where the Soldiers’ Chorus of Heidelberg brought Christmas to soldiers who needed a taste of home and a reminder of what they were fighting for. I find myself considering the underlying premise of ‘Saving Private Ryan,’ questioning the worth of putting the lives of a squad of soldiers to save just one. Will the contributions I make during this deployment be worth the sacrifice of being away from home?

The answer has to be yes, and so I must work to make it so.

 

Website Version 4.0

Once again, I saw fit to update my website, and this time it’s the closest to what I think I always wanted when I began the process. Finally, here’s the blog properly integrated with all the information on the music. Finally, here’s total control over the layout and style, even though I’m still learning how to understand HTML and CSS. Finally, now I can make new additions, blog posts, pieces, and recordings from anywhere and not necessarily my home computer.

There’s still a long way to go to really make it the way I’d like it, but for the first time ever, I feel like I have the proper foundation upon which to build. Perhaps a little paradoxically, I’ve preferred the look of the last two versions of the site, but I like the control I have now, even if I don’t yet know how to wield it. The big thing is that I finally feel like I have the content and the layout properly separated, so if I need to make a change in how the site looks or behaves, it can happen globally instead of having to change every single page. I also love how, thanks to an excellent theme foundation, the layout of the content adapts to the device you’re seeing. So the site looks good on an iPhone as well as a large screen.

Finally, there’s the opportunity for anyone visiting my site to leave comments on any given page. I may decide to take this down if the inconvenience of filtering out spam isn’t worth any positive dialogue that might ensue, but for now the option stays.

I welcome any civilized and thoughtful comments, and thank you for visiting my little useless waste of cyberspace!

 

Command is busy

So maybe the reason I haven’t had time to blog is that I’ve been in command of an Army band, which (guess what?) is a full-time job.

But maybe I just might have three minutes to write about the few pieces I’ve been able to eek (eke? eak?) out during this busy time.

The most significant piece I completed was ‘Leaps and Rounds‘ for brass quintet and band.  I’m quite proud of this piece and I’ll make it a point to write about it in some detail in the future because I think it might actually be an interesting short essay.  I also wrote a march in a very short time; as in, “I think I’ll write a march” to “It’s done” in four days.  Actually, the story behind that one is pretty interesting, too.

But the most recent piece is my farewell gift to my band, the U.S. Army Training and Doctrine Command Band.  The piece is called ‘A Summer Breeze,’ and with its composition I am halfway through my take on the seasons (‘A Winter Flurry‘ was first).  I think it’s the most ridiculously happy piece I’ve ever written, a light, fluffy, jolly, tuneful, summery overture.  The Band will premiere it at the Change of Command concert on the 5th of July when I reliquish command.  Well, actually, we’ll play it at our Independence Day concerts on the 3rd and 4th, too.

I hardly ever blog

See?  The last time I posted something was in 2009.  TWO AND A HALF YEARS AGO.  Sheesh.

Oh, well, I just logged into WordPress and guess what?  I actually remembered my username and password!  That was one of the highlights of my day.

And I’m positive reading this blog entry was yours.

This is an interesting job

Music and the military sounds like a bizarre marriage, and it is.  It often surprises me, however, that when it’s done well, music serves the military.  It keeps soldiers in step, makes them march a little taller, makes them feel good and proud about what they do, and picks them up when they’re feeling down.  Music is usually a centerpiece when the Army (or any branch of the military) celebrates long-standing traditions in ceremonies.  A military parade or review without music just isn’t the same, and most high-ranking people recognize this fact.  They might not necessarily be great listeners, but they see how music effects the people they command and recognize music’s power to build bridges across cultures, to soothe, and to excite.

But even after 8-1/2 years in the Army, I still have to laugh sometimes at what I do.  It takes a different kind of artistically-minded musician to accept the grind of military life.  For example: This morning I go for a run around Washington as I do nearly every week.  I’m out for about an hour and cover probably six miles.  Running by Arlington National Cemetery always makes me run just a little faster than I would somewhere else.  I figure those thousands of servicemen and women buried there gave everything for their country; maybe I can give a little more running near them.  I cool down in the shadows of the Iwo Jima memorial, and I look at those Marines hoisting the American flag as I stretch.  Then after a shower, what do I do?  I sit down to study Shoenberg.

Well, of course!  Because the Gurrelieder has everything to do with winning the War On Terror!  This makes perfect sense!

This ranks up there with a command inventory at the 82d Airborne Division Band, where nylon straps in O.D. green designed to hold combat packs at the knees of a fully loaded paratrooper are counted in the same breath as sousaphones and clarinet reeds.

Also funny how military terminology invades (see, there’s another one) the musical vernacular.  Sometimes if the ensemble doesn’t stop immediately after I cut them in rehearsal I will show the hand signal and call out “cease fire” as if we’re at the rifle range.  No one thinks twice about this.  Using the right kind of language is important because we have to be able to articulate what we do to people for whom the military is the only life they know.  So when speaking outside of the band building, we don’t rehearse, we train.  We don’t work with people, we coordinate with them.  And we definitely don’t perform concerts, we conduct band operations. 

It’s a strange clash of cultures, but it’s also a lot of fun.

New pieces

I guess things are picking up a little bit.  There’s less than two weeks remaining for the Adjutant General Captains Career Course, leaving only nearly a month until I report to Pershing’s Own.  It will be a great relief to get back into music full-time.

 In the meantime, I did manage to finish a couple of new pieces; pieces that had been on the burners for probably waaaay too long.

The Roarsville Rag is a short grade 4 written for the Rohrersville Band.  I’m really happy with the way it turned out.  I wanted to introduce three melodies that combined for the finale, and I think they really come together well in a satisfying finale.  Once the ending was written and I had all the melodic material ironed out, the expositions were easy.  Two criteria were not met, however: I wanted to deliver the piece last year for the band’s 170th birthday, and also make it a grade 3.  But I discovered that once you decide to write a rag, you’re pretty much locked into writing a fair amount of syncopation.

The other piece I finished was Montpelier Dances, a very difficult woodwind quintet composed with the Montepelier Winds of James Madison University in mind.  I met them at Midwest in 2003 when they gave a clinic.  I decided then that I would write a piece for them, but I cannot remember if I actually told any of them of the plan.  Oh, well.

Anyway, the piece is in five contrasting movements, and each movement features one of the instruments in virtuostic fashion (each movement even features a short cadenza).  Please go to my website and give it a listen; there’s a pretty decent computerized performance until I can get the real thing.

Soon, I’m sure I will beat myself up for not being more productive during this time away from crazy work hours and the wonderful chaos of a house with kids, but for now I’m content with pulling out two slow-going pieces.  There’s no shortage of new ideas to tackle, though, and I think I’ll get started soon (after I do my taxes)!

NBA/Merrill Jones results

I haven’t written anything for a while in this forum, but there’s a very good reason for that–there’s not a whole lot to report. I’m in the purgatory of Army schooling, and it’s not a music-rich environment to say the least. But after a few very slow months, an eventful day today…

Two days ago I received notice that Black Tie Blu-bop didn’t win the NBA/Merrill Jones Band Composition Contest and that my submission would be returned under separate cover. Fine. But today I get a letter from Frank Wickes saying that the committee thought my piece was “excellent” but exceeded their Grade III/IV requirement (an accurate assessment–it’s a solid Grade V). So he forwarded the score and CD to Wingert-Jones for publication consideration even though the piece didn’t win! What a classy thing to do; I sent a quick email of thanks. W-J should have a look in a month or so. Even if it doesn’t get selected, it was a meaningful gesture from the judges not to simply throw out the piece as ineligible.

This good news led to a friendly call to Dave McKee (Virginia Tech marching band and symphony band director, and good friend), who said that Grafton High School‘s performance at VMEA was fantastic. It totally slipped my mind! Hopefully Darren will come through and get that recording to me.

Though I haven’t been productive, I’m still at least trying to write. I figured I would be able to write a lot of music while I didn’t have the distractions of home during the course, but I was mistaken. I talked with my wife earlier and I think she’s right: I have the time to write, but without the immersion in and exposure to a musical environment, I’m not getting anywhere. Note to self: never apply for the Rome prize; you’ll only waste everyone’s time.

At least I am nearly done with my woodwind quintet and there will be much rejoicing when it’s finally finished. I don’t see another one in the forseeable future.

Return to the States

I haven’t posted anything new for a couple of months because a) I was overwhelmed with all the tasks involved in moving your family and all your stuff back from three years of living overseas, and b) there wasn’t anything to report anyway.

Galaxy Portals was not a winner of the Dallas Wind Symphony Fanfare Competition this year, but I still think they’re a pretty good band (wink).

But some good news has come my way recently–the Grafton (VA) High School Band will be performing Black Tie Blu-bop at the Virginia Music Educators Association In-service Conference in November! Their director, Darren Kirsch, is an old Virginia Tech classmate of mine. I am looking forward to meeting and working with his band sometime in the very near future. Unfortunately, I will not be able to attend the performance itself, but I am honored and excited that my piece is getting out there!

There’s also news about a possible upcoming commission, but I won’t divulge any details since nothing has been confirmed, and I certainly don’t want to jinx the possibility. I’ve probably said too much already…

Observations from the Berlin Philharmonic

Anne and I went to see the Berlin Philharmonic this past weekend. When I saw that they were performing ‘Petrushka’ and Mahler’s Symphony No. 1 (two pieces I studied in college), the search for other anniversary destinations was over as far as I was concerned. Thankfully, Anne agreed. 🙂 Of course, the orchestra played fantastic, but I marveled at some other aspects of the experience.

  • The concert was completely sold out, as apparently all of them are, but when they say sold out, they mean sold out. Every seat was filled; there were people standing in the back of the hall, and people sitting in the aisles. It was as packed as a State-side hockey playoff game.
  • It was mostly older people in the audience, but there was a significant representation of younger people, too. (They were the ones in the aisles–would you see this anywhere in the States? On a Saturday? I think not.)
  • Dress ranged from suits and formal dresses to jeans and t-shirts. The young people looked like they would hit the clubs afterward.
  • At the end of Petrushka, the crowd applauded enough to bring the conductor back to the stage three times. This was for Stravinsky.
  • All seven horns stood for the last push of the Mahler, like they were piccolo players playing ‘Stars and Stripes.’ I thought I’d never see anything that gimmicky at a classical music concert, but hey, these guys were rock stars. (No, there was no clapping along. Or mosh pits.)
  • The conductor returned for four curtain calls–the last one after the orchestra had left the stage, the house lights had come up, and half the audience was home.

So in conclusion, I have a lot of work to do. I either a) have to move to Europe, or b) work tirelessly to bring the U.S. to a point where they name streets after conductors:

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…and have monuments erected in honor of composers:
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(Note to my next of kin: When the sculpture of me is made, please made sure I look as heroic as Wagner here. Thanks.)