percussion

Facets at So Percussion Summer Institute

It's the second summer that I've worked with SoSI students on new percussion music, and it's become a highlight of my year.  The whole festival is everything I like about percussionists: ambitious, open-minded, enthusiastic, great musicianship, and always hungry for new music!

This year I brought Facets, a piece I've been developing in different forms for almost a year now.    I got to work out the kinks with this quartet – Sean Perham, Jess Tsang, Tyler Mashek and Mike Deering – and then they gave a killer performance.  Video coming soon.

Thanks to David Newton for letting me use his great photos.

Blow Up Roma in Tuscania

I'm so happy to see these pictures from Tuscania.  It's a small hill-town outside Rome with an ancient amphitheater, where my friends of Blow Up Roma perform each summer.  I was there last year, on the last weekend of my honeymoon, and we sat under the night sky, with a view that went miles in every direction (with NO visible advertising!), listening to this awesome quartet rock Reich and David Lang and JLA and my Postludes while the town kids played tag on the grass.  I wish I could have been there again this year.

They've had a busy summer!  Here they are in Campania:


Hanuman at Nief Norf

I went down to Greenville, South Carolina to sing Hanuman.  Andy Bliss runs a festival there called Nief Norf, and the percussion faculty wanted to play a big fun piece together.  Cool record store, Horizon Records – awesome band (Andy Bliss, Omar Carmenates, Mike Truesdell, Kerry O'Brien, Alexv Rolfe) – great audience – it was a total blast.

Thanks so much to Warren LaFever (LiveWellPhoto.com) for letting me share these terrific pictures.

Hanuman Winter Tour (January 2014)

I took Hanuman on the road in January, playing it with a bunch of great percussion groups in the midwest.  I hit:

  • Athens, OH and Cincinnati with nobrow.music.collective
  • Bloomington, IN with Square Peg Round Hole
  • Chicago @ Constellation with Ryan Packard, Owen Davis and Peter Ferry
  • Ann Arbor and Detroit with Willo Collective

It was tons of fun to get to work with all of these guys, and I'm so grateful to them for putting together shows in their town.  I didn't take enough pictures, but here are some:

Live in Ann Arbor

Notes on Hanuman

(first published in The Collagist)

Last summer I saw, in a documentary about central Asian folk music, a manaschi–a Kyrgyz bard devoted to performing his national epic, Manas. He was inwardly transfixed but also dramatic and expressive, his body moved in a softly fluid gestural dance, his lines falling now patiently, now urgently, both hot and cool, poised and passionate, and endless. Though I didn't understand the language, there was much to enjoy–a guttural intensity to the voice, dramatic shifts in register and tempo, end and inner rhyme play, an all-possessing groove. I was also moved by his depth and singularity of purpose. He was the humble vessel of a vital myth of his people. His years of study, practice and performance had changed him, physically and spiritually. He doesn't so much perform the story as surrender to it, for days at a time.

I reflected sadly that, as the likelihood of my learning Kyrgyz (or Serbian, Finnish, Tagalog, Korean or any of the other languages in which traditional epic performances have survived the 20th century) I will never hear a traditional epic performed that I can understand. And, though I think of myself as having made a deep life-long commitment to music, the relationships I have with my repertoire are thin, skim–literate–compared to his deeply internalized surrender.

To explore this kind of storytelling, I would need to feel it from the inside out. I was reading rapturously the Ramayana (in the luminous prose translation of Ramesh Menon). I chose a scene from it to rewrite and sing, a kind of warm up, in hopes of finding the first threads of a personal epic style.

It's now a year later, and I am still in the clutches of this single scene, with a mountain of work behind me and still a thrillingly unknown gulf ahead.

I have been deeply nourished by the work because it integrates what my world of professionalized composition has torn apart. Centuries of specialization have divorced The Composer from so much of music. We, by and large, do not face audiences directly–we have professional performers for that. We don't write our own texts–much safer to find a famous Poet in the public domain. We rarely memorize anything. We routinely write things we cannot play, and with notation software and MIDI playback (or, more broadly, literacy), we need not even feel our lines and rhythms in our bodies as we write them.

I reclaimed all of these roles in this work, and each vitalized the others. The rhythmic pulse propels the writing of the words; the content of the words suggests an affect and intonation; an affect and intonation suggests melodic line; a melodic line makes demands on rhythm; rhythmic logic is calculated bodily, seeds of dance, propelling new words. Grounding each of these translations immediately in the whole-body athletic of singing – constantly, hours on end – shaped it further: the placement of vowels, the possibility of diction, the flow of breath, the length of line, the micro-adjustments of rhythm demanded by articulation, are all differently possible in the various corners of my particular and imperfect voice. Polyphony (my greatest stylistic break from traditional performance) multiplies these considerations, and, by continually demanding solutions to polytextual and polymeric puzzles, connects language to that great musical source of generative energy, counterpoint.

Epic song was, after all, an Ur-art. Poetry was music, music was dance, all the sediment of a numinous wash of magic, trance, and prophecy. For me to do this work is not only to integrate my own personal amateurisms, a deep pleasure alone, but to explore their source, their original purpose and power. Our own enthusiasm for collaboration in the arts suggests, in part I think, a hunger for this kind of exploration. But after a year of this work, experiencing firsthand the co-creative vigor of these disciplines being practiced together, I now believe that the artist who integrates them in their own practice has access to something important that a collaborative team of specialized experts cannot.

This requires an embrace of amateurism. My own skills as writer, singer, composer, performer (and, recently, recording engineer) are all too uneven. My betters surround me.

But aren't we all, in those few but exhilarating moments of creative contact, when the next step is not taken but revealed, when we are no longer pushing but are pulled, when we stop performing and surrender to our song, essentially naive?