My annoyance appears to be abating.

Which pleases me.

I’m still struggling with The Evil Measure, but I think I will be able to work out a way to do it without going too horribly flat on that damn A on the D string. Actually, it wouldn’t be that awful if it weren’t for the F# natting down to an F immediately afterwards. I think it’s gone from “impossible” to “ugly and clumsy but doable,” which is at least a step up.

The thing that is still throwing me for a terrible loop is any attempt to reach back with the pinky when 2 or 3 is down — for example, put 3 down on the G string and then attempt to use the pinky on the D string. Nope. That one is simply not happening. I’ll need to ask my teacher to do it and watch him carefully to see how he manages it, doubtless by moving the line of his knuckles, because it is not a doable thing the way I’m holding my hand currently. Reaching forward presents me with far less difficulty since it’s just a matter of tilting my palm toward my shoulder. A C on the G string, and an F# on the C string? No problem.

I admit, I’m also a little ticked with my teacher over this particular issue when he made a comment along the lines of, “The reason you can’t do it is because you’re telling yourself you can’t.” I do not fly that way and am happy to woodshed at things until I figure them out, but my pinky is not broken at a 90 degree angle from the line of my knuckles. Clearly, it’s physically doable although I haven’t figured it out yet, so making that comment added zero value and only worked to piss me off. I’ll have to tell him that that sort of comment is out of bounds, and that he’ll have to just show me how he does it and leave me to figure it out without making comments on my faulty psychological state while I’m working my ass off trying to figure out how something can conceivably be done.

Still struggling with a few things

First, thanks to my continual poking around to look for the first second first second OH WHATEVER incarnation of that B theme, I now have four versions of the thing floating around in my auditory short-term memory, all duking it out in a giant mud puddle and getting nowhere. I finally did what any parent surrounded by a broken fishtank and four screaming children does — I shushed them all and went with the first idea. At least, I tried to. I ended up getting it into Lilypond and working out the modulations.

That irksome measure in the middle of the “Garotte” “Gavotte” is still annoying me, mostly because it’s written for a violin and transposed, which makes the whole pinky issue a far greater challenge than otherwise. My instructor recommended a very small shift in mid-slur that is simply not going to happen, so I’m going to just wing it and use the open string. I admit, I’m also having a hard time with it because I can’t see the point behind slurring these two particular groups of 16th notes.

I admit I’m also becoming annoyed with the viola in general. I’m having a harder and harder time seeing why I am killing myself to make one note at a time when I can make handfuls of the things on the piano and write pieces besides. At least I can during the time I’m not struggling with that viola. I’m wondering whether or not, if one wants to makes one note at a time, it might not be a better use of one’s time to just sing. Someone else’s time at least … not mine.

We’ll see how this works. I’ve committed to two years on the viola come hell or high water, so we’ll see how that works out. I don’t want to make a decision I’ll later regret based on nothing more than frustration with one stupidly written measure in a book that was meant for the Barbie viola violin.

A lot of strikeouts in today’s post …

Continuing with the viola and more on the B theme of the thing I’m writing

So I haven’t stopped practicing and playing on the viola. I’m making more room in my schedule, which is a bit of a squeeze, but we’ll see how it goes. I’m not through the Gavotte yet and will likely not be for another week or two, but I’ve made progress and hope to make more this weekend.

And I seem to have gotten through a barrier of sorts on the B theme of the thing I’m working on on the piano, the thing in F minor that is a far nicer musical idea than a newbie like me can do justice to. It’s so strange how a theme can have the potential to go in either of two directions, radically different from one another, and yet both sound relatively natural. I’ve got three “gimmicks” in this piece, which are:

1) The slight syncopated 16th-8th rhythm,
2) The repeated triplets, and
3) The long runs of 16th notes.

1 and 2 are a bit more fundamental, and there is also a slight gimmick in the bass accomp to the first appearance of this that keeps a low C as the last member of each triplet. 3 is a slightly less significant gimmick, but there will definitely be something missing from this piece if I don’t use it again, at least once if not more. I may bring it up in the C theme. I seem to be thinking in rondo/rag form. I need to listen to a lot of Joplin in the car tonight and make a mental note of where the bridges appear and how long they are.

I’m also still uncertain about the ubiquity of the 8-measure phrase. If this is extremely common (I’ll have to listen more mindfully to see if this is the case), then so be it, but I don’t want all of my work to read like an Emily Dickinson poem:

Ba-dum ba-dum ba-dum ba-da
Ba-dum ba-dum ba-dum.
Ba-dum ba-dum ba-dum ba-da
Ba-dum ba-dum ba-dum.

I may have to start out like that to see how it works and get used to it before I start to deviate and see how it sounds. Or start to find music that doesn’t follow these tendencies. I draw the line at atonal or serialist junk, though. I like my music to sound like music. But that’s different from seeing what can be done with a six-measure phrase, like iambic versus trochaic or dactylic rhythm in poetry. It’ll come in time. For now, Emily Dickinson here I come. :-)

“The Wrecking Crew” by Denny Tedesco

Back in June 2009, I talked a bit about a group of session musicians I had never heard of that became informally known as “The Wrecking Crew.”

Last night, I was fortunate enough to attend a screening of the movie itself. I am still shocked and delighted. The article linked above should give you all the information you need to know about these fine musicians, but I can’t emphasize enough that any lover of music — of any genre — must see this movie. If you speak any English at all, this music has been a part of your life — and probably even if you haven’t.

The audience was as interesting as the movie in some ways. There were plainly many professional session musicians and others there with an emotional investment in the subject matter although many people were simply music lovers. (The fellow sitting next to me — if the fingernails on his right hand were any indication — was a guitarist.) Their reactions to the movie were fun to watch in and of themselves. A few examples:

1) Herb Alpert’s “The Lonely Bull,” his first album which subsequently netted him a ton of money, was made on a very frayed shoestring. He was a lone trumpet player who had no money at the time, and the session players he chose were asked to do the job as a favor. It was, as one musician named Julius Wechter said candidly, a “scab date.” The record was released and went through the roof … and Alpert promptly went to the union, paid the fine, and had checks mailed to all of the musicians for what they would have been paid had it been above-board. Spontaneous, generous, and very heartfelt applause greeted this. As I learned later in the Q&A session with producer/director Denny Tedesco (with Don Peak and Don Randi, OMG yes that Don Randi), Alpert very generously allowed Tedesco to use the clips of his music in the movie for free. If Herb Alpert ever needs a kidney later in life, he can probably count on a number of donors thanks to this film.

2) Bass player Joe Osborn is, like the great Carol Kaye, one of the best in the business. One of the simplest, most moving little pieces of film I’ve ever seen featured Osborn sitting with his bass guitar in his lap and wearing headphones, playing a lovely, bare bass line. As he progressed, the music of 60s pop vocal group 5th Dimension slowly faded in over the bass line … and the entire audience suddenly realized in delighted amazement that we were listening to mega-hit “Age of Aquarius/Let the Sunshine In.” Then, the music slowly faded away and we were once again left with the virtuoso Osborn playing along to the music in the privacy of his own mind. Once again, spontaneous and very moved applause. Absolutely lovely. Earlier in the movie, something similar had been done with drum legend Hal Blaine and the Elvis Presley classic “A Little Less Conversation,” which has always struck me as a catchy but unfortunate song.

3) Mickey Dolenz, Monkees real vocalist and faux drummer, stating bluntly that the Monkees was simply a television show about a fake band. Evidently, people needed to be told. His judgment on those who think that rock and roll shouldn’t be fun! — “It’s very serious! You’re not supposed to enjoy it!” — complete with mock Sgt. Schultz accent, got guffaws. As did Cher’s hilarious observation that while the musicians respected producer Phil Spector’s talent, “they thought he was nuts. Of course he was nuts … “

Great moments in the movie itself included:

1) The completely honest awe and admiration that all of the musicians had for Beach Boys’ lead composer Brian Wilson, who was widely regarded by everyone who worked with him as a genius. Carol Kaye’s demonstrations of his innovative bass lines were a very memorable part of the film.

2) Drum legend Earl Palmer discussing the volatile Phil Spector’s behavior toward him. Spector had already irritated Hal Blaine to the point of no return and feared that a walkout by Palmer would leave him without either of the two best people behind the drum set. Palmer’s deadpan statement: “So we got along just fine.”

3) Palmer’s statement that one should never consider any type of music “beneath you. It’s not beneath you if it’s supporting you. If it’s beneath you, don’t play it.” He made a statement that all musicians everywhere can take to heart when he observed that he wasn’t a fan of rock and roll but instead preferred jazz. However, if he was asked to play rock and roll, he had to play it “as if that was my favorite music.”

4) Brilliant saxophone player Plas Johnson talking about playing various clubs with his brother, also a musician. “We played blues, boogie … We wanted to play bebop but nobody wanted to hear it.”

5) In general, the number of these people who started later than the ridiculous kindergarten ages considered mandatory by classical music lovers was very large. Kaye began at age 13, and Tommy Tedesco, an awe-inspiring deity on nearly anything with fretted strings, began well after his teens — at least, to hear him say it. “You hear people who say, ‘I had [...] chops [...] when I was twelve!’ I don’t know about you, but when I was twelve, I was playing marbles, y’know?” Blaine, considered to be the greatest drummer in the history of music, began formal training after leaving the armed forces on the GI Bill.

6) However, the number of these people who had musician parents was enormous. Strangely, their kids often did not play themselves. But so many of them had parents who played instruments and worked as jobbing musicians that it became quite clear that a strong family support system and expectation of musicality was far and away the most important thing, well beyond beginning out of the crib. The late starter isn’t a strange event. The lone starter is. Where there is family music, there will always be music.

7) The single most important piece of advice to be gained for anyone looking to make a living from music: Take the job. As guitarist Al Casey said, “If you sit at home and wait for the phone to ring, it won’t.” It doesn’t matter if a musician dislikes a certain type of music. If they turn that job down, someone is waiting behind them is salivating to play just that sort of music, a fact stated by Casey’s guitar colleague Bill Pitman. This ecumenical attitude gave these fine people a far more important quality than mere virtuosity. It gave them versatility. Nothing matters more than playing. Play, anything, everything, any time, anywhere. Just play.

“Garotte” — whoops, sorry, that’s “Gavotte”

My instructor warned me that everyone who gets to the end of Suzuki v1 hates this thing, and I can see why. It’s annoying, very challenging, and for very little artistic reward since it’s not a terribly attractive piece of music. But technique isn’t won by playing happy things. You have to play annoying pieces of music to win fluency. *sigh*

I’m still getting used to the whole “bowing through the string” business to make a three-string crossing, and I’m not quite getting it since to be honest, I can’t go through the string unless I cut it so I don’t quite know what “bow through the string” even means. I think I’m just acting as if the string in the middle isn’t there, and that seems to give me the right amount of push to bite into the middle string and use it to pivot well, like a gymnast grabbing onto an uneven bar to swing up to the next highest one — and firmly, so that it doesn’t sing inadvertently.

I’m also fighting a feeling that the music for what is generally a single-note instrument like this is … just less satisfying. Less savory in a lot of ways, since the piano is such a full, almost orchestral instrument. A pianist really is an orchestra of one person. While playing viola, it’s hard not to feel like I’m just scratching the surface of a given piece and I’m not playing “real” music but just the surface since there’s so little muscle, tendon, and bone beneath it by comparison to piano music. It’s also very hard to keep proper time without a left hand effectively acting as a metronome. I will actually need to get a damned metronome and keep it in my case. I should pick up one of those combination metronome/tuners. Might as well.

Viola and piano advances, and a decent weekend

Lots of stuff and the making thereof, which I always like. I love seeing something come together under my hands. I just wish it had come out correctly, because I’m going to have to start over for my mother’s Christmas gift now. I’d hoped to have one gift finished at this point.

Otherwise, I watched an opera DVD (the always fantastic Giulio Cesare in Egitto with Andreas Scholl and the Royal Danish), a DVD of Journey’s Greatest Hits (which in many ways simply amounts to another opera DVD only with no murder, bondage, or onstage nudity), and some good work on the viola after a week of slacking off. I’m actually a bit intimidated by the progress I’ve made on the viola, partly because it’s only a matter of time before I make enough progress that my teacher starts pushing me a lot harder. Also, a fairly decent left hand on a piano piece I’m working on, the strange one that’s too good an idea to be messed with by a beginner like me. F minor. It’s lovely. I love it. I got a good amount of it into Lilypond also, which is great. I still prefer pencil-and-paper while actually working, but getting it into Lilypond after it’s settled into shape is wonderful.

Also, I don’t seem able to turn the pages in the Suzuki book faster than one per week. I could, but it doesn’t feel as if I’ve gotten what I can get out of a given piece until it’s marinated in my head and hands for about a week’s time. This time, it’s a page of Schumann which I’ve edited because a particular bit displeased me. Yes, I’m second-guessing Schumann. When he claws his way out of his grave and comes to communicate his displeasure to me personally, I’ll stop. Until then, D-B-G sounds better than B-A-G, so that’s the way I’m getting into G7 for now. The other way may sound better with an orchestra and probably does, but for one unaccompanied viola, that move into G7 needs to be a bit stronger.

Lesson tomorrow night. The Schumann, long tones, scales, and … I don’t know what else. Perhaps Fitzpatrick’s “Melodies.” I’ve put that second shift up over the bout on the A string on the shelf for the moment and will get to it later. We’ll see how that goes.

Let’s settle something here.

There is no miracle appeal to be made to explain musical ability. No mystery illness, no “fast-twitch muscle fiber” BS, nothing.

Marfan Syndrome didn’t make Paganini a genius. I have it. It killed my father and my oldest brother has more plastic in his heart than he has in his wallet. Orthopedically, it means loosely structured joints throughout the body. These joints are more difficult to control with accuracy, not less. They collapse more easily than tighter joints and are harder to direct with precision. Any of Paganini’s achievements were made despite Marfan and not because of it — if he even had it. Without a genetic test and an echocardiogram, no diagnosis is possible. Any statement of his supposed Marfan Syndrome is pure guesswork on the part of mediocre musicians looking for excuses as to why they aren’t as good.

People also forget that Itzhak Perlman’s nervous system is severely damaged. Polio doesn’t just attack the legs. It attacks the central nervous system. Once again, he plays despite his illness, not because of it. His illness didn’t make him a violinist any more than Hadelich and Pine’s injuries and accidents made them violinists. They are what they are because of their bullheaded determination to continue.

If these people’s illness and injuries had any positive effect on their abilities, it’s because they set obstacles in front of them. They were never once permitted to luxuriate in the lazy assumption that anything worth doing didn’t take hard work. When climbing a staircase is hard work, one approaches any endeavor with the foundational assumption that a lot of ass-busting will be required. People with injuries and disabilities don’t fold when confronted with challenges, because we can’t afford to (even those of us with relatively minor disabilities). That is the gift of disability — we don’t expect anything to come easily, and we don’t let obstacles get in the way of our hunger. If I don’t ever get as good as Paganini, Perlman, Hadelich, or Pine it will be because I don’t do the work. Period. People need to take responsibility for their own hunger or lack thereof.

If one is not a good musician, one has no one but oneself to point to for this. Work at it, or don’t.

One down …

… one to go. The one-down in question is that leaving 1 and 2 on the A string after hitting the C while reaching to the G with 3 to hit the other C does indeed keep me more accurate on the start of the 5th measure.

The one-to-go is that I’m still stiff as a board on the G string in the start of the second theme. I need to concentrate on that when I get back tonight and woodshed on it. There is also a difficult bit just before that where I need to keep 3 on the G string and reach to the E on D with 1 … without letting 3 lean against the D even a little to turn that E into an ugly hissing buzz. That’s a toughie.

The next step is to start work on the next Minuet and bring both to my instructor for next lesson and just play the blasted things and let the chips fall where they may. I wish I could practice before going there, though. I end up having to play them cold since I spend the entire day at work. Ah, well. I’ve told him that I’m going to start paying him the full price for each lesson instead of assuming they will be a half-hour long; they are nearing an hour long now anyway, and now I feel like I can at least work a bit on scales and shifting in the first half of the lesson and actual pieces in the second half after I’ve loosened up a titch.

The second shift continues to kick my backside halfway to the Moon, though. *sigh* I suppose it’s a bit much to ask to get it down after four months of lessons, but I’d like to at least have the vaguest idea of the shift down before next lesson. We’ll see what happens. Until then, it may be two-octave scales for me for a bit. I wonder when it’s typical for a non-violinist viola student to get that blasted shift down?

Okay, so if I’m going to do this …

… then I’m going to do it. I need to keep working on actual pieces of music and writing down the parts that go wrong. Scales are too predictable to be useful for that since you rarely hop back and forth from one string to another and then back to the first one. They’re very systematic, much more so than actual viola music.

The fifth measure of the ubiquitous Bach Minuet #2: That blasted hop from A to C. It’s a cold hop, with nothing else to calibrate it by, and I always go sharp. When I try to adjust for it and lower it, I go flat. I rarely if ever get it right without multiple tries, and so what I’m doing is training myself to hit the right note on the third try. Ungood. I need to find another way to do that, probably by practicing the 4/5th measures instead of going right for the start of #5. I need to look at that as a “warm” hop, and not a cold one. 2 is left on that string right before I hit the C on the G string, so I need to just sort of … leave it there a bit, just hovering in place and ready to hit another C.

The start of the second theme, before the jump into Am, second measure: For some reason, my hand feels like it’s frozen and dipped in molasses on the G string. My fingers go from feeling relatively nimble (although sloppy and out of tune) to absolutely frozen in place and stiff as boards for some reason.

I need to just woodshed on these parts — long tones, scales, that ugly 2/3 shift on the A string, then these bits of that blasted piece of music.