Frank Oteri asked me to write a Babbitt tribute for New Music Box. Here is the link.
Sunday, January 30, 2011
Wednesday, January 12, 2011
The Big Easy, Part 2
The second post of this blog was about how easy is hard, hard is easy, left is right, and beer is toilet. In it, I made the argument — near as I can recall given my advanced age and lack of prosthetic limbs — that writing music for children or amateurs, hard though it may be, is worth the effort.
And the post included a doting parent-made video from YouTube of Sam and Andrea playing the Étude-Fantasies in L.A., way back when.
Sam and Andrea were one of three duos assembled to perform the piece at the MTAC conference, and were the oldest players. Another video, and one with more stuff happening in it, has recently been posted YouTubewards, this time with the medium-age group — Jeremy and Zachary. They are brothers. Also appearing in the video are Cathy O'Connor, who was the go-to person for everything with respect to the commission, and that included the beers afterwards; and then there is me. Being as it is me talking there, I can't watch it. But that doesn't mean you can't.
At the end, I am shown collecting flowers with all of the players and other dignitaries and people with delightful blends of consonants and vowels in their names. I ended up giving my bouquet to a vendor on the elevator of the hotel. For I was to take an early morning flight the next day, and what use did I have for flowers?
And the post included a doting parent-made video from YouTube of Sam and Andrea playing the Étude-Fantasies in L.A., way back when.
Sam and Andrea were one of three duos assembled to perform the piece at the MTAC conference, and were the oldest players. Another video, and one with more stuff happening in it, has recently been posted YouTubewards, this time with the medium-age group — Jeremy and Zachary. They are brothers. Also appearing in the video are Cathy O'Connor, who was the go-to person for everything with respect to the commission, and that included the beers afterwards; and then there is me. Being as it is me talking there, I can't watch it. But that doesn't mean you can't.
At the end, I am shown collecting flowers with all of the players and other dignitaries and people with delightful blends of consonants and vowels in their names. I ended up giving my bouquet to a vendor on the elevator of the hotel. For I was to take an early morning flight the next day, and what use did I have for flowers?
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