Mar 30, 2007

Alternative Texts

Below is an explanation/essay I wrote for a course last summer (2006) called Alternative Texts for Young Adults (part of the english education requirement). It was an amazing course. What's more is that I was able to bring my subject area of music into the mix, and thus composed and recorded a work called Mechanics of Understanding as my final project. Listen to it at www.myspace.com/ipushyoupull

For my alternative text I decided to write and record a piece of music (titled “Mechanics of Understanding”) that discusses the inability of language to reflect certain forms of meaning. The basic idea, which I first stumbled upon in Don McKay’s “Vis à Vis: Fieldnotes on Poetry and Wilderness,” is that along with literature goes a literary way of understanding the world; the idea that a name is only a reflection of the true meaning in a thing.

I decided that my piece would be in two movements. The first movement starts with a reference to 12 tone composition, a technique in which material is generated from tone rows. A town row consists of 12 notes (every note within an octave). When the tone row is employed in a piece it ensures that each note is be stated once before any are repeated. The idea behind 12 tone composition is that it places no importance on one note or another, creating an entirely non-tonal piece (a piece of music in which there is no grounding; where you can’t expect which note will come next). In a way, 12 tone composition is an attempt to remove any associative meaning from notes and their relationships to one another by refusing to favour their traditional use. However, in my piece I have the series/tone row morph into a tonal melody (one in which it is relatively easy to predict which note will be next because they follow an understandable pattern and have a traditional relationship to one another), which suggests that our ears are always listening for tonality. The purpose of the first movement is to question whether there is any inherent meaning in sound (whether it is learnt as we grow or is inherent regardless of what we learn). Paralleled with the piano part I have indistinguishable (I hope!) sounds, and at the end the original, un-modified recording is played, thus giving context to sound that previously had none.


The second movement begins with words. Most of the words are arbitrary (I simply recorded my flatmate Katie talking about her weekend), but two sections are intended as nods to other works (intertextuality). The words “ice cream” (spoken by my friend Justin) were first used to teach a person how to sing in musical The Music Man (“See! Singing is just suspended talking!”), and the phrase “There once was a little girl” refers to a piece by Hildegard Westerkamp which follows the levels of understanding her daughter experienced in relationship to sound as she grew up.


The words “my, my beautiful face,” are slowly turned into sung notes, which then fade into the beginning of the melody. The idea is to show a transformation from words to the meaning (AKA music) behind them. The song starts out with an exploratory melody, which slowly becomes more persistent and gains momentum. I purposefully cut the ending short, in the attempt to make listeners realize that they are getting caught up emotionally in the momentum of the piece. Whether this reflection actually takes place (consciously or subconsciously) depends on the listener.


Looking back on the writing and recording process I realize I used many different approaches. I have about two pages of sketches outlining basic ideas and themes I wanted to see in the piece. The notes for the 12 tone section I planned out on paper beforehand, the piano part for the second half of the first movement was just something I came up with while doodling on the piano, and most of the music for the second movement was written on a computer music writing program called NoteWorthy late at night. Then, while recording I changed and added some parts as I went. Afterwards I added in the recordings of speaking and of my flatmate’s kitten Patches purring (though I had planned to do this from the beginning). I found it easier to shape the words and purring sounds around the music rather than the other way around.


The actual recording was, for the most part, frustrating. I spent about 7 hours on recording and editing, and the end product still seems sub-par. When commenting on this to a friend, she said that it was the musicians curse; nothing ever sounds as good as it did in your head. I think it would have helped if I knew how to play the bass beforehand (or if I could have hired a bass player) and if I hadn’t had my wisdom teeth out recently, because my flute playing was not as polished as I would have liked it to be due to lack of practice. In addition to these problems I experienced the exhilarating rush of losing entire tracks due to silly computer mistakes (“What do you mean I didn’t save?!”), which then had to be recorded again. In fact, I realized late on Sunday evening that I had accidentally deleted a track during the editing process, but it was after the reasonable hours for flute playing in an apartment, so what it would have sounded like will forever be mystery.

The literary practice I noticed that came into play most was simply having an understanding of the conventions of music. When explaining the concepts of the piece to two fellow music students, my explanations clicked and it took no time at all, because we’ve all had identical schooling for the last two years. But when explaining the piece to my classmates and friends it took slightly longer and I worried that they missed out on some of the insights when listening to it. When playing the piece for some of my friends later, I discovered that my self confidence became intertwined with their responses to the piece (some of which were polite, but unfavourable).

If I were to teach this sort of alternative text to a classroom, I would really try to help the students keep it simple. I’d do this first by breaking down the instruction; talking about recording, theory, and orchestration (which instruments to use) separately. I would also assign, or encourage students to pursue composing, pieces that are short in length and simpler in form, and I would consider having multiple due dates so that students don’t get rushed at the end and feel they are sacrificing the validity of their work because of time constraints (as I did). Opportunities for varied processes would also be high on my list; computer music programs, improvisation, playing it out at the piano, group collaboration, and plenty of in class and out of class time. I would also encourage students to create a short “Artist’s Statement” to go with their piece (similar to the beginning of this essay for me), so that they can describe what they are attempting to achieve in their piece, though I don’t know if this would be mandatory, because in a way it is forcing language onto a non-language specific art form, and I think we need to recognize the validity of having a work stand on its own as well. Finally, I would provide lots of rich performance opportunities to those students who wanted them, because I find after I finish recording something I want to show it to everyone. Because our self confidence does often become entwined with our art works, I would also encourage a healthy classroom attitude towards listening to other people’s works, setting up ground rules beforehand if necessary.

Mar 29, 2007

Plant Wars! (Shrubberies in Disguise!)

I was listening to Bloc party, and I heard/read these lyrics:

~
There is a wall that runs right through me
Just like this city I will never be joined
What is this love? Why can I never hold it?
Did it really run out? In those strangers' bedrooms

I have decided at 25
That something must change

Saturday night, in East Berlin
We took the U-Bahn to the East Side Gallery
I was sure I'd found love
With this one lying with me
Crying again in the Hauptbanhof

I have decided at 25
That something must change

After sex the bitter taste
Been fooled again, the search continues
Concerned mothers of the west
Teach your sons how to truly love
~

I'm in love with with the last two lines. Anyhow, it hit me, it did. And I liked it. Though it made me sad.

And I'm only 20 ^_^

But yeah, I've been searching lately. For someone(s) who is... searching for something in life. Like Andrew! Like... Marlene, maybe. Like Skot (though maybe in a less negative way). It's hard to describe.

And on the more love oriented side of things, I'm kind of worried it has run out. My love, that is. A loss of innocence, perhaps. It's appropriate, at least, what with my name being Eden and all.

Or maybe it's just that I've run out of people to love. Heh. Or the world's run out of lovable people.

Anyhow, that's where I am with that. Regardless of it all, I am probably the happiest I have ever been in my life ^_^

I am also stewing on a thousand possible futures. And I think this summer I may decide to eat the whole fig tree. Ideas are:

-conducting focus (with Gerry?)
-elementary ed courses
-composition
-finishing up my English second teaching area
-UVSMEA president?
-directed study about:
-composition
-soundscape
-curriculum development
-all three together? such as "sound environment awareness via composition curriculum development?" maybe that's more something someone should pursue for their masters... I'm not sure.

Something else entirely different, again:

http://www.ecclectica.ca/issues/2006/2/ElliottVeblen.ecc.asp

I don't really agree with this article in full, but I thought it was interesting. It's funny, because I came across it rather accidentally and I had been thinking about the issue, sort of, after listening to another Bloc Party song. (Pop songs won't change the government). I don't think this article fully grasps the issue, nor do I think it has a realistic view of what music can achieve. Also, I think a lot of music students/faculty would find it insulting. Most of their reasons for being insulted would be their love of tradition, etc., which is silly to an extent.

I dislike the emphasis on art purely as a medium for political/social change. There is something to be said for art for art's sake. Although I understand the immense feeling of despair one can get when thinking of all of the problems in the world and how no one is doing anything to fix anything, I also feel that if everyone did something, no one would have to do everything: not all music needs to be political for political music to be effective. Plus, life can be about so much more than survival. I realize I'm saying this from a privileged Caucasian university student's point of view, I really do. But some of the most beautiful insight and art can come out of some of the most depraved situations.

Anyhow, with that all said, I need to go practice my flute. Practice my scales and jury pieces in the western tradition. That's right. ^_^

Love

Mar 21, 2007

Limerence

Limerence:

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Limerance

(also spelt limerance, apparently)

Why is this not a more common word? My friends and I in highschool made up the term "lurve" for this very thing, because we couldn't think of another word for it. To quote une monsieur, it is "a staple emotion of teenage romance!"

Anyhow, read the article a bit. I found it really insightful. I suppose her book would probably be as well.

Love,
Eden

The landscape screams for silence.

The Rothko Chapel:

http://www.menil.org/rothko.html

http://www.rothkochapel.org/

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rothko_Chapel


(Rothko's Triptych)

A piece we are studying in class, of the same name, was written by Morton Feldman. In his Darmstadt lectures, after discussing how he hears and composes with a spectrum of 88 notes (not 12 notes transferred to different octaves) he says:

"I hear them. Of course, maybe you don't hear them. Maybe you didn't know that was music. Maybe you thought music was words without music. I don't know. Talk without music, concepts without hearing. I don't know" (page 195).

Concepts without hearing. I'm in love with this man.

Also, R. Murray Schaeffer came to our class the other day. Y'know, t'was just a casual visit. It's not like he's an amazing, well known Canadian composer who works in soundscape and acoustic ecology as well as composition! Oh my goodness, it was so awesome. The Layfayette String Quartet commissioned his 11th String Quartet, and we heard the first performance (ever) of two of the movements.

This is what university is about, yet I don't have time to enjoy it, often. Oh how I will love reading this summer.

About this summer! Andrew, Lisi and I are renting a place (for summer and September following). It's in an amazing location, has a back yard with fruit trees, plenty of room, hardwood floors in the bedrooms, and a bathtub. BATH-TUB. Fuck yeah.

Also, I may have a job doing library data entry (setting up the music library's digital database), which is ridiculously awesome. We just need to get approved for funding.

So, when all of this sorts itself out my summer will rock... my socks for three straight blocks. There will gardening, teaching children about gardening, flute playing, music writing, book reading, song and sound recording, and sleeping. Lots of sleeping.

Okay, talking of sleeping, I should go do that now.

Love,
Eden

Mar 11, 2007

Hussy

Hey you! I've been super busy, sorry I haven't called.

It was my grandparents' 50th wedding anniversary this weekend. It was pretty awesome, but the stress of over-perfecting things (it's my family's thing, but maybe other families do it to) was kindof harsh. I particularly didn't like the "Happy 50th! Wishing you many years to come!" emphasis. It's like, everyone is forcing them to live (well, specifically my grandmother). I don't know. I have a huge issue with people not letting people go. Does that make sense? Not that I want anyone to die, no no, it's just that there's so much pressure on my grandma, I think, to live up to what everyone wants her to be. On mine and my sister's card I wrote: Happy 50th wedding anniversary! Thank you for all of the love you've shared with us. Lot's of love: eden and diandra. I don't know... it just seemed less forceful and more focused on honestly thanking and celebrating them.

On the plus side there was duck (duck!), beer (my grandma drinks beer. That's right.), good music, and family. Plus I'm listening to Venus right now on my computer-thing.

I'm... wiggling my toes. And speaking in codes. Not letting on to what everyone knows. It's exciting. And apparently it makes me a hussy (so says my sister). What's a hussy?

Dictionary.com has varying opinions (that's why I love dictionary.com):

1. a brazen or immoral woman.

2. a mischievous, impudent, or ill-behaved girl.

1. A woman considered brazen or immoral.

2. A saucy or impudent girl.

1530, "mistress of a household, housewife," alt. of M.E. husewif, from huse "house" + wif "wife." Gradually broadened to mean "any woman or girl," and by 1650 was being applied to "a woman or girl who shows casual or improper behavior," and a general derogatory sense had overtaken the word by 19c. "It is common to use housewife in a good, and huswife or hussy in a bad sense." [Johnson]

a woman adulterer [syn: adultress]

and...

hussy: in CancerWEB's On-line Medical Dictionary

I love how cancerweb is always included... Anyways. I'm not a hussy ^_^ (unless you want to call me a saucy and impudent girl). I like the "a general derogatory sense."

Alas, I need to go rehearse soon, but I must mention, I saw another portion of Harold and Kumar go to Whitecastle (a different portion than I saw before), which was awesome. My favourite quote thus far (other than: "Yeah, it was a dick move, that's why I'm buying you lunch.") is:

Look at me. I'm fat, black, can't dance, and I have two gay fathers. People have been messing with me my whole life. I learned a long time ago that there's no sense in getting all riled up every time a bunch of idiots give you a hard time. In the end, the universe tends to unfold as it should. Plus I have a really large penis. That keeps me happy.

Yeah, it rocks. Okay, off to rehearse now. BUH-bye!

Mar 2, 2007

L'histoire du Tango

I might be/definately will be playing this piece next year:

movement 1:
http://youtube.com/watch?v=xahGWOy9kHo

movement 2:
http://youtube.com/watch?v=0pYGrXW7jTg

L'histoire du Tango, by Astor Piazzolla! Love!

In other news, I am feeling antsy. Well, I'm feeling tired right now, but before I was feeling antsy. I really want to go visit my friends, but I've been staying home mostly. Trying to make myself do homework.

Which I should go do. Wow the internet sucks up my time, sometimes...

Love,
Eden

Heh, what an out-of-sorts rambling entry ^_^

Feb 28, 2007

Raspberry Sorbet

I like bells.

When was the last time you thought about bells though, really? I mean beautiful, curved bells, with a warm, resonant tone. Or perhaps a bright, shimmering tone, depending on size and any number of bell related construction characteristics. Anyhow, I think they're beautiful. And I think it would be a wonderful thing to be a carilloner (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Carillon#Carillons_worldwide).

I'm also obsessing, slightly, about recent events and boys. I'm in a very content place, and in light of recent boy related events (the end of a two year relationship, then the end of a two week relationship attempt) I want to be careful to ensure I stay content. I'm... hesitant. They do smell and mess up your grades. However, I'm also excited and possibly maybe perhaps a little bit allowing myself to be infatuated. And not wanting to go too far and restrict myself from pleasant, wonderful things by over-stressing the impact of these recent events.

At the same time though, I'm enjoying the level of freedom with which I've been pursuing my life. I want to live here this summer regardless of whether I'm living with friends, or whether or not I have a specific partner person for whom I wish to stay in town. I like the feeling of independence it gives, and will continue to give, I think. I'm in love with the idea of summer. Soon I will be in love with summer itself.

But, right now it is school (the two seasons of my life: summer and school), and I have done enough slacking in this last while for 20 strong intellectuals! I must be off.

Love (and really, I do),
Eden