Wednesday, February 28, 2007

Respite...

I'm writing this from Concourse F in the Tampa Airport. I flew out of South Bend and Chicago yesterday afternoon with slush falling out of a grey sky, and landed last night in clear weather in the 70s and 80s. Sorry to say I'll be in Philly in a couple of hours.

My host complained about the weather ('Not even up to 80!') but I think that was more for my benefit than a true complaint.

Tampa Airport has free wi-fi. I didn't expect Floridians to be so civilized. But they don't have enough laptop charging stations.

Monday, February 26, 2007

High...

Yesterday's performance of 'Fragments of Celestial Color' was an amazing experience. Many hours later I realized that it evoked some of same feelings as participating in the birth of my children some (almost) 20 and 24 years ago. Of course nothing can ever compare to the intense sense of awe and wonder you experience watching your own child come into the world, but when that last chord rang out at the end of the piece I felt an overwhelming sense of joy and gratitude, awe and wonder.

We did record it. I have to find out if I can post links. More later.

Friday, February 23, 2007

Gap...

I have a few minutes of downtime between a packed week and an even more packed weekend. Much of this is due to playing with 3 groups in 2 gigs in 24 hours: Both the Owls and the Schmaltzentrubers playing for the Empty Bowl fund raiser for IHN on Saturday night, and then of course MCCO performs Sunday afternoon. Most readers probably saw the article in the Truth, since I sent an email blast about it. Marcia did a nice job on the story.


I promised some photos, so here goes.


Jim did a great job, don't you think?


The colors are all weird because I was using a borrowed snapshot camera, and I really don't know how to use it. Ok, I'll quit apologizing.

While I'm posting photos, aren't these two wonderful? Taken on the way home from Joe's wedding.

Saturday, February 17, 2007

New baby...

Last night when I picked up the pizza at Rachel's, Jim asked me come by his shop today. I figured he had another question about finishing my new mandolin; he had told me it wouldn't be done for another week. So I was surprised today when I stopped in, and there it was lying in the case like a new baby in a bassinette, all strung up and ready to cry or sing, wimper or scream. I swear it cooed at me. It is gorgeous!

Jim matched the color to my violin, which is a beautiful butterscotch, and the maple flame on the neck and back are like tiger stripes. With gold trim and a tiny orchid inlayed in the head stock (Encyclia Colombia) it is a stunning piece.

It sounds fantastic already, and will, like all string instruments, improve with age. Sometime soon I'll borrow a camera and post some images. In the meantime I gotta get to work teaching this baby all those new sounds!

Friday, February 16, 2007

Assorted musical notes.... A#, Bb...

Last Friday night I went to the folksong singaround at Rachel's. After making it past an unexpected encounter I sat down with beer and fiddle and the group gathered in a circle. The evening was fun - once again I was the only fiddler in a guitar, banjo and mandolin orchestra. Tonight, a week late, having been gone about every night this week and with other people, I wanted to come home and spend some time alone, without cooking. So I stopped up at Rachel's and picked up the best pizza in Elkhart County - The Athenia - to go. While I was paying up, the pretty young waitress said "I hoped I'd see you tonight. Last week when one of the couples left after eating dinner they asked me 'Who is that fiddler? He is so good.' They were really impressed."

I love a compliment!

I promised to post the press release. Here it is:

Goshen, IN, February 14, 2007 - The Maple City Chamber Orchestra will offer the world premier of a new musical work, commissioned especially for the orchestra at their February 25th concert. The free concert will be held at Sauder Concert Hall, on the campus of Goshen College at 3pm. The new piece, ‘Fragments of Celestial Color’, was composed by Cornelius Dufallo. Dufallo, a New York City-based composer and performer, was tapped to produce the work by the Orchestra following a gift by area resident, Carol Miller, to commemorate her late husband, Carl S. Miller.

According to the composer, the title of the piece refers an ancient Maori myth about the creation of orchids. “In the myth,” said Dufallo, “a magnificent rainbow is shattered into pieces of color, which were caught by the branches of trees and transformed into orchids. Mr. Miller was a prize-winning orchid grower, and in the process of writing this piece I discovered the lore of orchids. It is a fascinating and wonderfully evocative subject.”

Brian Mast, Musical Director, explained that preparing a new work for performance has special challenges and rewards. “Normally when we prepare a concert we can go to any one of dozens of recordings to get an idea how a Mozart Symphony or a Vivaldi concerto ‘should’ sound. With this piece all we have to work with is the score and comments from the composer. We are delighted to be the first ones to breathe life into this new work.”

The concert will be held at Sauder Music Hall on the campus of Goshen College at 3:00 pm, Sunday, February 25. The concert is free, and there are no reserved seats.

The Maple City Chamber Orchestra was formed in 1997 to culturally enrich and educate our community by providing opportunities to experience great music, provide musicians opportunities to participate in quality music-making, and to help musicians grow musically. Community members who are interested in participating in the orchestra may write to the middle aged white guy (email address deleted).
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Brian's comments about the delight of working with a new piece are right on. Any given note in a piece like this has an infinite number of ways it could be played. Does the sound start small and bloom, or is it the same volume all the way through? Does it sneak in, or is it bold from the start? Just how short is a short note?

Then you extend that to two notes: how much space separates them? Is one louder or softer than the other? And, since it is a piece for strings, how do you bow it? Do you hook these notes together? Is the bow off the string? How gritty or airy should it sound? And then you extend that to the phrase... then a movement... to the whole piece. There are zillions of ways to shape this...

Of course you don't overanalyze it. We talk about it, but not too much. We play it.

It is a technically demanding piece. We can play it, but it stretches us a lot. And it stretches us musically too. One section has a G# that rings constantly, getting passed back and forth among the violins. As the violins play an arpeggio around that, one of the notes in the arpeggio is an A natural an octave lower. This 1/2 step from a full octave is very challenging. While we're playing we want to sneak that G# up just a bit, or play the A just a little flat. We have to play out of tune to be in tune. When we get it right, it sounds great. That because the musical story at this point in the piece is a story of tension, and this dissonance drives that. A few minutes later the tension resolves and we get this gorgeous melody that is, as the score suggests, like coming home.

I hope to see you there!

Thursday, February 15, 2007

Take it back 2 ...

OK, I really take it back. A couple weeks ago a filed a post about the worst of winter being past. I even said 'the back of winter is broken.' Ok, the days are getting longer, but Ole Man Winter is getting the last laugh on me. My apologies to everyone in the upper midwest. I really didn't think I had that much power. I spoke to someone in Miami yesterday who tried to commiserate with me because it had dropped into the 50s there last week.

We're in the final stretch of prep for next week's concert. I'll post the press release I wrote soon. I've said it again and again, but this new piece is so cool.

Having popped out the other side of this legal crap, I have to say it isn't all that bad. It is nice to have that phase behind me and watch my new life begin to unfold.

Monday, February 12, 2007

Finis...

I just got an email from my attorney that the papers were signed today. It is official. Done. Complete. Over. The legal part, at least.

I'm not really surprised, but it turns out this is not unlike the death of someone you're close to who has been sick: you know it is coming, but the finality of it it is still a shock.

Tuesday, February 06, 2007

Blow dry...

We've had maybe 2 inches of soft white powder fall today so I went out when I got home and cleared the drive and sidewalk (I'm on a corner, so there is a LOT of sidewalk.

While I was out, I noticed my neighbor (not the one to the south) clearing his sidewalk with his leaf blower. He had evidently been working for a while. I was done in maybe 15 minutes. Now 3/4ers of an hour later, he is still at it. Whirrrrrrrrrrrr... Maybe I should give him the benefit of the doubt. Maybe he has a heart condition. Otherwise I don't quite get it.

Had a great time practicing with 3/4ers of the Owls last night. Bev keeps coming up with amazing tunes; last night it was something about chicken trees. Plus playing twin fiddles is fun. Then came home and found a great repository of fiddle tunes.

Sunday, February 04, 2007

Take it back...

Was it just last week that I said the back of winter is broken? I take it back. Lows tonight at 4 below with 10 - 20 mph westerlies. I walked to church into the wind this morning and then to and from a Super Bowl Party just 15 minutes away. Last night I drove to Ft. Wayne to watch the Komets. (Fun game, but treacherous roads.) And they already canceled school for tomorrow.

I'm still happy to have the days getting longer. This cold can't last.

Saturday, February 03, 2007

Wind...

Sometimes a wind comes out of nowhere
And knocks you sideways...
--Bruce Cockburn, The Whole Night Sky

One of the things that surprises me is how reminders or carryovers from the past can push my buttons. Finding the right balance between facing painful truths and moving on is much tougher than I expected. And often it isn't immediately clear what I should hang on to and what I should cast off like a hot potato.

The physical separation, with the accompanying legal work, is tough enough. The emotional and social content is far tougher because it sneaks up and pounces when I least expect it.

Or maybe it is tougher because that is what I'm dealing with now, and there is no end in sight.