Work/Architecture/Unity/And/The, Toccata, Lamb of God - 2002

your blogger and son playing with rockets

In 2002 I made several experiments composing music based partly or wholly on mod-17 pitch-class procedures. Toccata is, I think, the loosest of the bunch. It is an arrangement for solo piano of my 1986 oboe piece Retrato de Euchababilla, made by adding additional lines and harmonies that I could convince myself were mod-17 derived, resulting in a kind of hybrid music, some mod-12 serial and some mod-17 something or other. However, I don't remember what it was about those mod-17 notes that made them so in my head. It is very much a toccata, in the sense that it lives and dies in the touch of the pianist, and less in the sense of toccatas as being music of quick notes and tricky fingering.

Lamb of God is a setting, in English, of the Agnus Dei of the Latin Mass, for voice and piano. It is flat-footedly serial, based on a 17-tone row, but using that row as a melody and not as a means of integrating vertical structures with horizontal. Karen and I had been working up Stravinsky's The Owl and the Pussycat and the influence of its surface texture is obvious. I remember putting some time into designing the row, but the details of that design are hardly worth digging into.

Work/Architecture/Unity/And/The, or 

Work

Architecture

Unity

And

The, 

went through quite a process before it came out the other end as what it is now. The original image I had was of a music consisting of shards of sound that would be come upon suddenly, as in fog, unexpected and fearsome. I thought that I would compose a set of such shards for piano and then combine that with improvised percussion accompaniment. Banned Rehearsal made several valiant attempts, much of which yielded some interesting sessions, but none of which were really what I had in mind. At some point while I was working on it, Ben was in town and in conversation he suggested that, as a general rule, if one wanted something specific it was best to do it oneself, and if one wanted to work with others it might be better to ditch the conception and work with those others on an equal basis, which is what I eventually did. I recorded my piano score, which consisted of 17 shards, derived by mod-17 multiplicative transformations of a small pitch-class set, at Jack Straw Cultural Center, then recorded myself improvising along on percussion. The results were fine but there was a lingering dissatisfaction. The piano bits, brief as they are, form together a stronger piece than when combined with anything else. I performed it several times as a solo, leaving long spaces between bits. When I picked it up again recently to see what I could make of it now I ended up being most happy with not giving the breaks between any more special treatment than I would give the breaks between any other set of disjunct but related pieces, allowing the tonal and affectual distinctions to serve for both fog and fearsomeness. In aesthetic matters image always trumps fact.

your blogger on a hike

Two small compositions were completed that year: an interlude for four French Horns based on my hymn Depth of Mercy, written (and recorded!) for a horn quartet my uncle Jim Meyer (Karen's dad's brother) was in; and a variation for piano trio of Diabelli's much varied Waltz, written for an ensemble that the clarinetist Sean Osborn had put together (Quake). They performed it (quite well) along with a bunch of others, in the recital space at Benaroya Hall in downtown Seattle, possibly the most prestigious venue any of my music has been heard within, before or since.

2002 also saw a shift in Banned Rehearsal, as Aaron chose to take a sabbatical for a few years while those of us who were parents worked out the kinks of doing sessions with kids about. We eventually cut back to meeting every other week or so, chalking up a mere 17 sessions. On the alternate weeks Neal re-started a project that he had first assayed while in San Diego: Gradus for Fux, Tesla, and Milo the Wrestler. the short version of the idea was that he would teach himself to play piano one combination of keys at a time, starting with the lowest A-natural, followed by a session on the second A-natural up, followed by both together, thence to the third A-natural and onward into the abyss of virtual infinity. From the beginning I have been his listener, recordist, archivist, and commenter, and in those capacities Neal's project has been an important part of my own musical life ever since. That year alone saw 34 thirty-minute sessions. It would be many years before all the combinations of A-naturals would be exhausted.

I gave two recitals at my church that year. The first was in February. I played: Preludes 1-8, by Lockrem Johnson; Untitled (Slow Waltz), by Gavin Borchert; Diapsalmata, Ruth 1:16-17 (Song for Yvonne and David), Psalm 22:9-10, and Jeremiah 17:5-8, by me, the latter three with Karen singing; The Owl and the Pussycat by Stravinsky (again with Karen); Liebeslied and O, by Benjamin Boretz; and "Mrs. Ramsay rose. Lily rose." by me to finish it up. The second recital was in October, at which I played: Preludes 9-16 by Lockrem Johnson; A Cat's Life (with Neal providing the narration), and Three Strathspeys, both by me; ("...my chart shines high where the blue milks upset...") by Benjamin Boretz; and Toccata, by me.

Banned Playout:

Numbered: 627-644 - 12:00:19
Peripheral (2 sessions with me and Pete Comley): 1:00:58

Total 2002: 2:05:24

Grand Total: 700:07:18

Scores:

Toccata
Lamb of God
Work/Architecture/Unity/And/The
Interlude on Depth of Mercy

Recordings:

Toccata

Lamb of God

Work/Architecture/Unity/And/The

Cantus, Retrato de Euchababilla, Wedding Suite, House Prayers - 1986

Karen near Bickleton, WA

1986 was a busy year. Karen and I became officially engaged on April 5, on the strength of a loss leader diamond ring from a mall jeweler. She moved up to Seattle, staying first with Neal and Anna, then renting an apartment in the basement of a friend's house about a mile East of my half-house. She got a job at an insurance company downtown. Neal and Anna got married in May, just before Anna was to depart for San Diego for her graduate work. Neal followed later in June after he'd finished up the quarter at the UW. Karen and I got married on October 11, at 6th Avenue Baptist Church in Tacoma, honeymooning at my family's cabin on Whidbey Island. The nurses who had been living in the big house in my front yard conveniently moved out that September and Karen and I moved in. A couple of weeks after we got hitched we acquired our first brace of kittens - Anarchy and Amnehitabel.

On January 9, Banned Rehearsal put on our third public concert, again at Brechemin, consisting of nearly the same trio of activities we had done for our second show: Hunting and Gathering, Trance Butchered Knight, and The Singing (this time with Ukuleles), adding to that a segment of Sudden Songs. I also participated in three performances at the University of Washington that Spring: A joint recital with Neal of music by Ben Boretz and J. K. Randall*, and attempts at John Cage's Imaginary Landscape #4** and György Ligeti's Poème Symphonique***. 

your blogger
emerging from the South Pacific

What with all the excitements I wasn't composing much, but I did manage another recorder quintet, Cantus, for the Fehrwood Ensemble (performed at a local recorder society concert on May 1); a piece for solo oboe, Retrato de Euchababilla; a set of pieces for our wedding; and two house prayers on Karen's texts (my wedding present to her). These two short unison songs, one for meals and one for bedtime, quickly gained status as my most frequently performed pieces. Retrato was written at Port Macquarie, New South Wales, where my Mom, Dad, older brother, and I traveled in early May to see Halley's Comet (comet badge achieved!). While there we lawn bowled, saw several different versions of rugby and football, did some sight-seeing (the ocean, a boat trip on the Macquarie River, drives in the countryside, and one quick touring day in Sydney before heading back home). We also managed to snag tickets to see Crocodile Dundee, which was a Star Wars level hit in Australia at the time. Having now seen it in theaters both in Australia and in the states, I can attest that it is two entirely different films, one as seen by Australians (our guy gets the blond American babe), and one as seen by us Yanks (man from mars visits the Big Apple).

In March I began to keep a journal of my listening activities, which journal, as of this writing, fills 20 notebooks of various formats, and eventually spread to include, as its public face, my blog "Now Music In New Albion".

seeing what they had done to our getaway car

And Banned Rehearsal forged valiantly ahead. In the weeks before Neal followed Anna to San Diego we pushed ourselves to complete our 100th session, accomplished in Bickleton on July 14. The tape of our wedding became Banned Rehearsal #104 (best dressed session ever) and of course includes the music I had written for the ceremony (a Prelude, a Procession, and a Postlude; and two songs). The Postlude was completed in a bit of a hurry, and I fully admit to padding it out with completely unnecessary repeats, thinking that people would be in the process of leaving the sanctuary and not be listening very carefully. My newly invested mother-in-law, apparently decided that the guests should listen to the whole thing, stolidy stuck to her seat, and since by tradition the parents of the bride are the first to leave, the multitudes were blessed with lots of notes I had not thought that anybody would be listening to. One of many little jokes that Marilyn played on me. 

*program

Boretz: Liebeslied (me)
Randall: Greek Nickel #1 (Neal)
Boretz: (...what I could hear, trying to crawl out from between the lines of your last ferocious Sonata...) (me)
Randall: Greek Nickel #2 (Neal)
Randall: from my diary (a Meditation on Rossignol) (Neal)
Randall: "...such words as it were vain to close..." (Neal)
Boretz: ("...my chart shines high where the blue milks upset...")

**Neal put this piece together, and he and I were in charge of the "first radio", which had the most to do of the twelve. We were using boom boxes. Unfortunately the batteries had fallen out of the one we were using while backstage, so when the conductor cued us all we could do was shrug.

***from my blog post of July 23, 2011:

Poème Symphonique - Ligeti - University of Washington Contemporary Group

best dressed Banned Rehearsal ever

This performance was spearheaded by Neal Meyer back in the mid-eighties. I'm guessing Fall of '84 or sometime in 1985 {NB 1986}. We found ourselves unable to locate the requisite 100 metronomes, or to convince 100 music students to loan them to us, but we were able to locate 10. So Neal and I spent at least one long day making 9 tapes of 10 metronomes each for playback on boomboxes that we could place around the audience. I think this was in one of the lecture spaces at Kane Hall. Neal wanted each metronome to be set at a different tempo, and he wanted the piece to end naturally, with all the metronomes simply winding down on their own. The challenge of course is that each wind-up metronome is unique as to how many winds it takes to generate 10 minutes of ticking at a specified tempo. But Neal had carefully worked it all out and had all 10 metronomes set up backstage ready to go when another performer picked one of the metronomes up and, winding it helpfully a few times, asked "So Neal, have you figured out how many winds each one of these needs?" There was not time to let that metronome run itself out to be wound back up before the show, so on we went with one wild card. It turned out to be one that was set at a pretty slow tempo (and Neal was loath to reset it) so 10 or 12 minutes after the ticking began everything started to thin out, finally leaving the one metronome slowly ticking all by itself. This went on for 10 minutes or more, generating a certain amount of audience anxiety and a few walkouts, before someone walked on stage and put the last metronome out of its tickery.

our new housemates

It is still one of my favorite UWCG fiasco stories. Unfortunately the recordist didn't include the long single ticker coda, but the sound is oceanic and lovely, each boombox source layering itself softly like eternally breaking waves.

Banned Playout:

Numbered: (62-104, 106, and 108): 38:28:32
Unnumbered: (8 sessions): 5:46:36
Telepaths: (8 sessions): 6:18:16
Sectionals: (6 sessions): 4:44:00
Assembly Rechoireds (sessions with just Karen, me, and guests): (11 sessions): 8:06:29
Peripherals: (5 sessions): 1:34:31

Total 1986: 64:58:24

Grand Total: 178:12:49