my thoughts to you so that they may pervade yours

24Mar/100

memories of music past

The night of May 5th of 2007 was bittersweet. We were excited, and for good reason too. That night we were to become the first youth orchestra ever to perform in the Civic Opera House, we were going to accompany William Preucil, the concertmaster of the Cleveland Orchestra, in the Mendelssohn, but above all, it was, for many of us, our final concert as members of the Midwest Young Artists. Walking on the stage of the Ardis Krainik Theatre for dress rehearsal, my breath was taken away by the beautiful ornamentations that adorned the theatre in its entirety. Truly the architect had no sense of modesty as every small detail was planned to the most luxurious of specifications.

Let's fast forward to the middle of the actual concert. A recorded message began to sound within the theatre as each graduating member stood up. The time for the farewell message had come. The tone of the voice in the recording was initially formal and stoic, yet there was a sombre quality to the timbre of the voice. The voice belonged to Dr. Allan Dennis, who stood before us, as he smiled at us as would a proud father in front of his children, and in his hand he had a container full of roses. By now the formal part of the farewell message was over, and progressed to the part where there was a personal message for each graduating member.

Dr. Dennis began passing out the roses to each of the graduating members, after which would give the person a big hug, and at mid-embrace, whisper something into their ear. Tears were shed and there was laughter as each of us got a brief moment to reminisce with Dr. Dennis about the years gone by:

I had auditioned for the concert orchestra, which was the second-ranked orchestra, trumped only by the symphony orchestra. I was confident, armed with a violin and bow that I was set on purchasing at that moment in time. It was an Italian, and was very similar to the German Klotz I have right now. The body was narrow, and at the waist very tall. The varnish was bright and orange, while the tone was very warm. My grandmother had visited the summer before my freshman year of high school, and she went to one of my recitals. Upon listening to my playing and in light of the fact that I was going to audition for one of the best youth orchestras in the state, she decided that it was time I owned my own violin.

We were notified a couple days later that I was accepted. Having been accepted, with encouragement by my violin teacher, Ms. Hadar, and Dr. Dennis himself, I immediately auditioned for a position within the symphony orchestra. By some miraculous turn of events, I was accepted into the symphony orchestra. The excitement and confidence in whatever competence I thought I had in the violin were soon shattered when it came to my first rehearsal.

Walking into the rehearsal hall, I didn't know anybody. To obtain a copy of the score, I quickly found Dr. Dennis, and upon receiving the music, I found the nearest available stand, sat down, and took out my violin. The score in front of me was Beethoven's ninth. As I perused through the music, a troubling feeling began to grip me as I frantically thought to myself in bewilderment, "I'm supposed to be able to play this?"

We tuned. Dr. Dennis lifted his baton, and on cue, the horns held out their first chord as the second violins and cellos gave rhythmic structure to the introduction with their sextuplets. This was the beginning of the first movement, Allegro ma non troppo, un poco maestoso.

One measure of rest... come in on the 16th pickup to the third measure... and play it sotto voce, whatever that that means...

I miscounted and missed my very first notes. I had another chance in two measures... and I blew that chance too. Actually, if memory serves me right, I missed most of the notes for the remainder of the rehearsal. This was partly due to my own incompetence, but also partly due to the shock in the realization that everyone else was above me in skill level by a wide margin. At the end of the rehearsal, on the verge of tears, I went to my mom and promptly told her that I felt as if I didn't deserve to be in this orchestra and that I was going to Dr. Dennis to tell him that he made a mistake when he accepted me.

Perhaps I should have gone straight to Dr. Dennis instead of talking to my mom, because she refused to allow me to do approach Dr. Dennis when I planned to say such foolish things and encouraged me to keep trying. In retrospect, I guess it wouldn't have mattered since if I had spoken to Dr. Dennis first and told him that I didn't belong in symphony, he probably would have told me the same thing mom told me. Regardless, it didn't encourage me that after my first seating audition, I was placed dead last within my section.

A year and a half passed, and by then I was in the middle of my section. Shostakovich's fifth symphony absolutely blew me away. You wouldn't be able to guess how obsessed I became with Shostakovich after playing that symphony. During the summer of 2005, I had the great privilege of touring with the orchestra in Spain and Portugal. My third year in Midwest Young Artists began, and I was so close to the first stand! Mahler 5 beat me to a pulp as I entered my last year, and what else would have been greater to begin my final year than Brahms' fourth symphony?

The time for seating auditions came, and then the day the seating assignments were announced.

Finally!

Starting from the very last seat, within 3 years I had finally reached the top. It was the night of the concert. I was in the backstage of the Harris Theatre with Dr. Dennis, as he reminded me what to do when I walk on stage. He gave the signal for the orchestra to quiet down and with that, the hall became dead silent. The sound of footsteps pierced through the hall. They were my footsteps. A couple footsteps later, there was applause. Amidst the cheering, I continued to walk to the center of the stage, unable to hide my grin, making eye contact with several of my friends as I walked past them. I stood at the center of the stage, faced the audience, and took a bow. That was my shining moment.

From that point on, I kept my first chair for the remainder of the season, up to our season closing concert. By now, Dr. Dennis had finished his rounds with all the graduating members, and the recorded speech was over. The audience clapped for us as we sat down. Dr. Dennis took to the podium, lifted his baton, and on cue, the lower strings laid down a heavily-drawn chord as the clarinet played its melancholic tune. This was the beginning of the first movement, Andante - Allegro con anima.

The opening melody was solemn and made my heart heavy. We came to the Allegro con anima section, and as the strings set the pace almost in the style of a march, the clarinet and the bassoon played their solos. The symphony had swung into full gear. It felt like only a minute had gone by when we finished the first movement. I was dreading the second movement, Andante cantabile, con alcuna licenza for its emotional intensity in its unparalleled beauty. As soon as the horn came in with its introductory solo, it was obvious that something was stirring within not just me, but Dr. Dennis, the rest of the orchestra, and the audience as well.

In no time we were in the thick of the movement, and we reached the explosive climax. The last chord we played in the climax echoed within the hall as we entered 12/8 time. We had to come in on the second beat for pizzicato, and as I looked up to Dr. Dennis, waiting for the cue, I could see tears in his eyes. I could see the tears in some of my friends sitting across from me in the cello and viola sections as well. With an unwavering smile, he gave the cue as we pressed forward.

The mood lightened considerably with the playful third movement, and we entered the finale strong. How appropriate was it, that the last movement began with the opening melody in the first movement, but in a major key, not piano, but mezzo-forte, not pesante, but maestoso? Excitement reached its peak as we entered the presto nearing the end of the piece, entering the finale, Molto meno mosso, ending with the most resounding and resolute E major chord that reverberated within the walls of the Ardis Krainik Theatre in its entire history.

The applause and cheering that followed was thunderous. I was ecstatic, basking in a pool of triumph. We were the Midwest Young Artists. Yet there was another side of me opposite in polarity. It was sadness, in that I would never have this kind of experience again. My friends and I were going to part ways after that night, spreading across the States to pursue college education.

I can still hear the distant echoes of that night. I can listen to our recordings, flip through old programs, or even play along recordings of our old repertoire. However, no matter how much I try to relive the past, it's undeniable that it's over for me.

Regardless, at the end of it all, I can't help but to be extremely thankful for the opportunity to play in such a high-calibre orchestra among other passionate youth. These memories and experiences will be cherished as long as I live. My time may be over, but it's just the beginning for the next wave of youths entering the Midwest Young Artists. I sincerely hope that through their time spent in MYA, that they will realize how truly lucky they are to be there.

21Mar/100

make it yours

According to Wikipedia, Hoagy Carmichael's Stardust is one of the most recorded songs of the 20th century, having been recorded over 1800 times. Glancing at my iTunes library, it seems that I have only seven. It is actually one of my favorite jazz pop songs, having first listened to Sinatra's cover. Michael Bublé recently did a cover of Stardust in Crazy Love, yet it's an exact replica of Sinatra's cover, and when I first listened to it, I couldn't help but feel a tad let down and bit irked, as if Bublé was trying to compare himself to Sinatra.

Regardless, prior to the cover in Crazy Love, Bublé did do a cover in Dream, and it remains to be my favorite cover. There's something about its simplicity that really brings this cover to heights unreached by others. Now my question is, where are the great songwriters of our time that can churn out a song so great that its popularity spans over seven decades, being covered by dozens upon dozens of artists?

The most interesting aspect of the covers of not just this song, but any jazz pop song in general, is how varied the styles of each cover is. You have Bublé's minimalistic rendition, to Maynard Ferguson's extremely cheesy and unbearable cover, to Louis Armstrong's extremely lively interpretation.

Anyways, here's Bublé's recording from Dream. Enjoy.

- Guess I can't upload the mp3 to my server. Bluehost decided to make some changes in their security policy, requiring me to make a new password. Easy, but unfortunately the password changing link is sent to a now-defunct email address so I guess I'll have to contact support sometime. So instead, here's a Youtube link for the time being (It's the Crazy Love cover, by the way...)

Oh, and one last note, apparently about 40 tons of cosmic dust (the more appropriate term for stardust) fall on Earth everyday. That's pretty crazy.

8Mar/101

dance hall hips, pretentious quips

My friend Stephanie Kim had bought me a ticket to see the Mark Morris Dance Group perform at the Krannert Center for the Performing Arts. We ate at Bread Company prior to the performance. I've been to the Bread Company three times before, but of everything I've tried, what I had that night was definitely the best. I had beef tenderloin medallions with caramelized onions, grilled asparagus, and roasted potatoes, with Gruyère on top. It had some sort of balsamic vinegar-based sauce, and was absolutely delicious. Even so, Radio Maria still remains to be my favorite restaurant around campus. I mean, it's going to be pretty hard beating that Curry Duck Hot Pot (grilled duck breast, mango, coconut curry, cilantro, and jasmine rice in a hot stone bowl).

Speaking of the fine arts and Radio Maria, there was a recital by Stefan Milenkovich. I've known his name for quite some time, having heard one of his Paganini recordings sometime in early high school, but he happens to be one of the resident violin professors here at the University of Illinois. His recital was last Wednesday, and with the flyer that I saw, he apparently played works by Paganini, Sarasate, Wieniawsky, and Ravel. That's quite a formidable set of composers when it comes to violin music, and I would have loved to go, especially at the incredible bargain of four dollars, but unfortunately the recital coincided with Bible study with small group. There was an after-party at Radio Maria, and I would have loved to go with the hope of a chance to speak with Milenkovich. Sadly I had some things that I needed to finish, so that was not an option.

Going back to the original purpose of this note, Stephanie and I went to see the Mark Morris group. Now modern dance isn't necessarily my cup of tea, especially after seeing a modern interpretation of Carmen last year. Kwonseok-samchon and Joohee-imo took me to see a dance troupe from Russia do a modern interpretation of Bizet's Carmen, and needless to say, I wasn't particularly impressed. I can't tell if it was the gratuitous amount of half-naked men, the absurd electronified arrangement of the music from Carmen, or the nonsensical choreography that turned me off. However, it was Stephanie's treat, and apparently this Mark Morris guy is kind of a big deal.

The performance was at the Tryon Festival Theatre, where all dance performances take place at Krannert, and upon reading the program, I was pleasantly surprised to see that we were going to listen to REAL classical music. There were three dances:

Visitation - Ludwig van Beethoven, Cello Sonata No. 4 in C major, Op. 102, No. 1
Empire Garden - Charles Ives, Trio for Violin, Violoncello, and Piano, S. 86
V - Robert Schumann, Quintet in E-flat for Piano and Strings, Op. 44

The musicianship was top class. I had only listened to the Schumann prior to the performance, and having the opportunity to listen to two new pieces performed by some excellent musicians was thrilling. Other than one extremely sharp note by the cellist in the Beethoven and one wrong chord by the pianist in the Schumann, the music was excellently performed. The violinist specifically caught my ear. His name is Georgy Valtchev and hails from Bulgaria. He actually came to the States as a scholarship student of the legendary Dorothy DeLay who taught the likes of Itzhak Perlman, Gil Shaham, and Cho Liang-Lin.

Apart from his great playing, his violin caught my ear. It wasn't because it sounded great or anything (actually, I could dare say that my violin sounds better) but specifically because of his E-string. His E-string was the warmest E-string I had ever listened to live, and needless to say I needed to know who the luthier was. Turns out the luthier was Belgian as well, and went by the name of Naidenoff. Having returned home, I immediately tried to dig up information on this luthier, but even the almighty Google came up with nothing.

The dancing was intriguing. The whole time I was trying to determine whether there was a story or narrative to Morris' choreography or whether it was simply a translation of music into dance. At first, I kept trying to piece together some kind of story that would fit with the choreography but came up with nothing. Only after changing my approach to understanding the choreography, in that it was a translation of music into dance, did the movements start to make sense. In essence, is it much different from the way a conductor sways and moves as he conducts an orchestra?

Visitation

Visitation was definitely the most friendly of the three dances, and by far the Beethoven was the most beautiful of the pieces. Immediately I was pondering whether to be looking for a story or to view the dance as a reaction to the music. There was one lone dancer that had on a different costume than the rest of the others, and the colors were very earthy. She seemed to be beckoning the other dances to follow her, as they stood in an arc, and each dancer would go to meet her, lock hands, but then seem to hesitate and then walk back to their original spot. The lone dancer would do this to each and every other dancer until one finally accepted the invitation and began dancing.

Later when Mark Morris the choreographer was explaining how he choreographs the dances, he explained that most of the time, it is nothing more than a reaction to the music, and that if he wanted a narrative, that it would be more obvious. The music was so intimate with solely a cello accompanied by a piano, and it seemed as if the lone dancer represented the cellist while the rest of the dancers danced to the piano accompaniment. I knew from this dance alone that this was nothing like the awkward Carmen performance I had seen before, and really the choreography added to the enjoyment of the music. At the simplest level, it's just adding another sense to perceive, but that added with the breathing of the dancers and the sounds made with the shuffling of their feet or landing from a jump, the performance felt very personal and intimate.

Empire Garden

Empire Garden was probably the most visually stunning and musically interesting. Charles Ives was a 20th century American composer, and you could say that he was one of the early innovators during the post-romantic era, alongside others such as Stravinsky. The only difference is that he was not well known. His trio was violent, spontaneous, while very mellow and melodic at times. The most interesting of movements was the second, marked TSIAJ - Presto. The acronym stands for "This scherzo is a joke," and while scherzo literally does translate into "joke" from Italian, there is added humor in that the second movement really is a jumble of many different melodies ranging from a fraternity song from the fraternity house that Ives was a part of, to a Christian hymn titled There is a Fountain Filled with Blood.

I suppose the joke comes from the fact that these melodies are horribly transfigured into something much more morbid or sarcastic, which translated into the dance which was much sharper and at times, very grotesque. I reacted very negatively to what seemed like the death of a dancer, when he collapsed to the ground, his facial expression as one of utter shock, and slowly rolled off stage. The music was in shrill lament at that point, and I remember feeling extremely uncomfortable and disturbed. I can't explain properly as to why I reacted in such a negative manner, but I suppose that's a testament to Morris' talent.

The costumes were bright and high in contrast, and definitely added to the eccentricity of the music. I felt that Morris was trying to allude to Communism in a way by having the dancers dressed in red the dominant ones and having distinct militaristic motifs within the dance. As a funny note, when someone asked Morris where he got the inspiration for the title of the work, he explained that he felt that Empire Garden was a very common name for Szechuan restaurants. He had finished eating at a restaurant with that name and thought it would be an appropriate title for his work. Whether he was being sarcastic or not, apart from any other influences, the trio definitely had pentatonic motifs.

V

V

The last dance was titled V, which according to Morris, alluded to the instrumentation of the Schumann piece, which was a quintet. Throughout the entire dance were vs, whether in the arrangement of the dancers, or through the various shapes the dancers made with their bodies. The dance accompanying the first, third, and fourth movements seemed to embody a celebration, and the dancers were adorned with costumes with fresh and vibrant colors. The second movement was in stark contrast, as it seemed melancholic and broody.

Choreography wise, I think it was the most pleasant to watch. The fast movements were very fluid and perpetual and definitely gave off a sense of communal celebration. The colors of the costumes and lighting definitely matched the mood of the music and the joy expressed through the dancers. The slow movement was very intriguing in that the dancers were mostly crawling on all fours, with dancers of one color on one side of the stage, and dancers of the other color on the opposite end. They would crawl towards each other in pace with the music, and when a dancer of one color would pass the other colored dancers, the dancer would stand up and walk away. One member of the audience commented that it reminded him of the evolution of man, to which Morris replied, "That could work, but the possible interpretations are limitless."

I had to hand it to him. Mark Morris is a man that knows that he's one of the best in his field, and he certainly presented himself in such a manner. Walking onto stage with a glass of wine in hand, he promptly sat down in his chair with one of the smuggest grins known to man. He opened up with the talk back session with, "This is how it's going to work. I answer questions. You ask questions. You raise your hand. The order of events is in reverse. You first raise your hand, then ask your question, and then I'll answer it."

Mark Morris

He was very laid back and humorous, as most of his initial responses to questions were sarcastic or biting jokes, before getting to the actual answer. The talk back session was very informative, allowing me a small glimpse of what goes on in Morris' head when he tries to interpret a piece for choreography. In general, this experience was very pleasant, and I really am thankful for the fact that Stephanie bought me to this performance. It definitely added some positive light to my perception of what modern dance is, and I would definitely be open to watching more performances in the future. The violinist actually did mention that in their next performance, they were going to perform Bela Bartok's fourth string quartet. I couldn't possibly imagine what kind of choreography Morris devised for that piece. Regardless, in the end, it was a great experience. Culture really is never a bad thing.

28Feb/100

these are sames and opposites

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22Feb/101

to drift under the setting sun

Edgar Degas - Coastal Strip at Sunset

Claude Debussy was 17 or 18 years old when he wrote Beau soir to a poem by Paul Bourget. According to François Lesure's catalogue, this would be Debussy's sixth composition. How does a mere teenager even have the emotional capacity to write something like this? I can only feel envious for the kind of inspiration that must have gripped Debussy when he read Bourget's text for the first time. What kind of colors did Debussy see as he read the text, as the notes would slowly stream into his consciousness to encapsulate the image envisioned within a piece? The piece is definitely characteristic of the late-romantic / impressionistic era and surprisingly mature to be one of any composer's earliest pieces.

Even consider the text of the poem itself, for when I read this I cannot help but scoff at the shallowness of my own writing. Looking upon the score, I can't help but be amazed at its simplicity, yet it's apparent that Debussy has a great grasp on compositional techniques. As with many other impressionistic pieces, you have a duple figure against triplets, which serves to seemingly exaggerate the waxing and waning of the tempo. While it's typically the piano in triple with the voice in duple, as the piece reaches to its climax, I love how Debussy puts the main gauche into duples against main droite's triples, with the first of each triplet figure doubled in the higher octave.

I really hope you enjoy this piece. It's absolutely beautiful.

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Original French:

Lorsque au soleil couchant les rivières sont roses
Et qu'un tiède frisson court sur les champs de blé,
Un conseil d'être heureux semble sortir des choses
Et monter vers le coeur troublé.

Un conseil de goûter le charme d'être au monde
Cependant qu'on est jeune et que le soir est beau,
Car nous nous en allons, comme s'en va cette onde:
Elle à la mer, nous au tombeau.

Translated English:

When the rivulets are rosy in the setting sun,
And a mild tremor runs over the wheat fields,
An exhortation to be happy seems to emanate from things
And rises towards the troubled heart.

An exhortation to enjoy the charm of being alive
While one is young and the evening is beautiful,
For we are going on, as this stream goes on:
The stream to the sea, we to the grave.

11Feb/106

the most beautiful piece in the world

You may not be aware of it yet, but you are about to listen to the most beautiful piece in the world.

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Emotive, warm, and almost comical (listen @ 2:54). Where's my fireplace and hot cocoa with marshmallows?

This is the composition of a very obscure composer from Brussels, Belgium, named Alexander de Taeye, titled Humoresque. Ever since I've first heard this piece some four years ago, I've been trying to track down information regarding possibly obtaining the score for this piece. I started with calling publishers left and right, to hear if anyone had information. After no leads whatsoever, I eventually gave up.

My curiosity arose again sometime my freshman year in college, and I began to look for the score through publishers in Belgium. I found the score in a catalog for the Centre Belge de Documentation Musicale (I'm sure you can deduce the translation for yourself) and someone there told me that the score was published through the Herman Brauer publishing company. After emailing Herman Brauer several times in English, French, Dutch, and German, they never replied.

I still wish to obtain the score someday, to perform it, but the chances of that happening don't seem all that great.

Anyways, enjoy this piece. Perlman's playing is top notch.

10Feb/100

warning: may cause heart attacks

We are going to take the time to honor the death of a great man.

If you aren't fully caught up with One Piece (chapter 574,) do not dare to open the spoiler.

Spoiler Inside: RIP

On a completely unrelated note, last night I dreamt that I could play the bass part for Salvation is Here perfectly and that I had a great singing voice. Maybe I was just dreaming that I was Paul Han.