Garrison Keillor, host of public radio's "A Prairie Home Companion" announced that he plans to retire from the show in spring of 2012. However, he has lots in store to keep him busy. Check out this interview with AARP.
The last weekend of February, about a thousand Rochester singers performed in different venues over twenty-four hours. On Saturday afternoon, gospel choirs rocked the Monroe County Public Safety Building with high-decibel joy in a concert sponsored by the city. A few hours later and a few blocks away, the Eastman Chorale performed Dominick Argentoâ€™s tender love letter to Walden Pond, a song cycle based on text by Henry David Thoreau and scored for chorus, three cellos, and harp. The next day, eighteen local choirs offered a prism-style concert to a standing-room only crowd in Kodak Hall at Eastman Theatre. Audience members heard a wide variety of works: Russian liturgical music, barbershop, 21st century, Broadway, African chant, you name it. Singers were in and out of tune, sometimes stark and more often sentimental. I was happy to be there, but really, it was too much. I was drowning in a sea of notes.
Iâ€™ve been thinking about that weekend and what I remember most of the blur of voices and faces and itâ€™s this-- the voice of a man coming out of a snow squall in a parking lot. He was singing â€śWinter Wonderlandâ€ť full-throated, a la Frank Sinatra, carrying a child through a late winter storm.
You know what music is like when you donâ€™t expect it? Once I was standing in the nave of St. Bartholomewâ€™s Church in New York, holding my tape machine and waiting for an interview, when Elgarâ€™s â€śNimrodâ€ť sailed out of the churchâ€™s Aeolian-Skinner pipe organ (the largest instrument in the city), rushed over the pavers and curled my toes. The organist was only practicing. I was an accidental tourist. It was an absolute coupe de foudre.
A few weeks ago, on my way to a meeting at the Eastman School, a wave of sound pulled me backstage. The RPO was rehearsing Debussyâ€™s torrential La Mer. I sat down, bewitched, like Iâ€™d never heard it before.
The question is, how does one create circumstances in which music is able to penetrate the deepest level of our subconscious? How can we set ourselves up for personal enchantment? Composer Aaron Copland is full of advice; he suggests directing ourselves â€śtoward an emotionally purposeful endâ€ť to encourage the marriage of mind and heart he believes is uniquely possible with music. What's your experience?
William James would tell you to keep your distance. In "Principles of Psychology" he warns against excessive indulgence. â€śNever suffer one â€™s self to have an emotion at a concert without expressing it in some active way, such as giving up your seat in the subway.â€ť Perhaps heâ€™s kidding.
My idea is this: listening to music is like star-gazing. The light shines brightest when you avert your eyes. Then it might surprise you.
Chris Van Hof lent me a copy of the book "Beyond Talent: Creating a Successful Career in Music" by Angela Myles Beeching. Violinist Philip Ying calls it â€śthe ultimate Swiss army knife for the young musician,â€ť and the more I pour over it, the more I think it contains a lot of good advice for anyone working in a creative field.
Beeching oversees the career center at New England Conservatory of Music, and in this volume she summarizes the counsel she offers aspiring musicians, including tips on practical matters such as web-site design, managing money, and using social networking tools. As a professional church musician, I found this tip helpful; â€śAvoid playing more than twenty-five minutes without a five- minute break.â€ť (Okay, I can do this if that five minute break includes chocolate!) Beeching also extends this advice to any physical activity: gardening, typing, sports, etc. Take breaks, she urges. She recommends daily exercise, soaking in the beauty of nature, and carving out time for non-musical activities.
Hereâ€™s some general advice she gives career counselors working with musicians: â€śLook for the light in the eyes.â€ť Your eyes reflect your true passions.
Finally, this gem. Israeli composer Lio Navokâ€™s compares the artistâ€™s creative internal fire to a small, gold box. â€śItâ€™s something absolutely personal and irreplaceable in each of us that we need to safeguard,â€ť he says.
I have a gold box. You have one, too. Hold it close.
Superbowl advertisers turned to classical composers to help them sell carbonated beverages (with Rossini's William Tell Overture), a new TV series (cue Carl Orff's Carmina Burana), cars (via John Williams' The Empire Strikes Back) and bright orange chips which may not be the healthiest thing for you or your dog. In my opinion, the juxtaposition of Verdi's Requiem with a slow-motion, runni
Four Eastman students have made classical music station WQXR's list of Top Five Viral Videos of 2010. When the quartet Breaking Wind performed a fully choreographed Lady Gaga medley in wigs and sunglasses, â€śit wasnâ€™t just funny; it was inspired,â€ť writes Amanda Angel.
One of these players is interning at WXXI, but so far, sheâ€™s left her blonde wig at home.
One day in middle school, walking out of the lunchroom down a long, sunny hallway, I saw my father emerge from the band room where he taught instrumental music. He spotted me and pivoted, approaching with another music teacher alongside and holding a thick, green glass Coke bottle in his hand. It was half full.
A few years ago, my colleague Laura Garrison formed a club for WXXI listeners who are passionate about travel. She and former morning host Simon Pontin led a trip to Austria in 2008. Last year, a small group went to Costa Rica with WRURâ€™s Scott Regan. When Laura asked me to co-host a trip to northern Italy in 2011, I was thrilled.
In June, BBCâ€™s Radio 3 polled listeners on their favorite aria. If youâ€™re into opera, you might guess Pucciniâ€™s â€śNessun Dormaâ€ť or "Un bel diâ€ť soared to the top of the list, or maybe â€śLa donna e mobileâ€ť from Verdiâ€™s Rigoletto. But the winner surprised everyone; it was a three-century old song from a relatively obscure opera by Henry Purcell. Officially, Englandâ€™s most