Monday, December 23, 2013
Sarah Willis's Horn Hangout
I was privileged today to be interviewed on Sarah Willis's Horn Hangouts. http://www.sarah-willis.com/videos/ . As well as being an absolutely amazing low horn player in the Berlin Philharmonic, Sarah's energy, complimented by her charm, has lead her into enterprises other than just the Berlin Philharmonic, which is a pretty good start!
Horn Hangouts is just one of those projects.
Please go to the above site and scroll down to the Bobo picture.
Thursday, December 19, 2013
Where the Sun Never Shines
The following essay came up just today for the first time in a few years. I promised a new blog this month called "Feedback". Too serious, my mood has changed, I hope this will make everybody smile:
Perhaps this is a small step over the threshold into the direction low life humour but this one is too good to let slip by.
My apartment in Tokyo is a very fine one; it has two bedrooms, one that has been transformed to a studio with the presence of a Yamaha grand piano. There is a very nice kitchen and a spacious livingroom / diningroom area, a comfortable Japanese style bath and shower and two toilets. Every room is computerized and in the living room there are no less than 5 computerized panels on the wall, all in a row, that control lighting (with a rheostat for each of the rooms lights) heat and air-conditioning controls, two other controls, which I have finally discovered are for the hot water in the apartment, although I have no idea why there are two, and another circular remote control device, which is beautifully designed, which I finally learned regulated the preferred heating of the tile floors. And, of course, there are the two completely computerized toilets.
On the wall of the two toilets are remote control devices that look very much like a TV remote control device. There are no less than 16 buttons to press on these devices; it only took me a day to determine that the top button was to flush; it was absolutely necessary to learn that, since there was no other visible way to do it! It also gives the advantage that if you forget to flush you can reach in the door, remove the remote and push the flush button from the living room!
The other buttons were a mystery, that is until two days ago. There are two buttons which I can only guess are to choose where you want to be washed off after use; one button has a picture of a girl and a spout of water centered on her most feminine area and there’s is a picture of a unisex being with the spout directed at the rear of the figure. It was, of course, a bidet, that omni present bathroom fixture found in Europe that one can refer to with children as a “bottom washer offer”. I personally never used a bidet through the years I lived in Europe, but I was quite aware of its purpose.
Two days ago while using the famous porcelain throne and while placing my Japanese phrase book on the floor I accidentally pushed one of the 16 buttons, which I’m very sure was the bidet. After the initial shock I was amazed by the accuracy and the just warmer than body temperature of the spout, I even questioned if there was some kind of radar in the bidet. The water pressure was quite impressive and within 30 seconds I was absolutely sure that I was totally spotless. Now came the high drama; how do I turn the thing off? It just didn’t stop and that reservoir of warm water, wherever it was, was coming to an end and I was beginning to feel the reality that the temperature in Tokyo dipped below freezing for the last two days.
I really wanted that thing turned off and as fast as possible, I looked at the 16 buttons, all in Japanese, fearful that random button pushing might open a Pandora’s box of unwelcome hygienic experiences. Finally, I choose the bottom button on the right and mercifully it was the right one. It was a very long bidet, I’m sure over a minute, had it lasted any longer I’m sure I would have frozen that proverbial place where the sun never shines. But alas, all is well that ends well.
January 26, 2006, Tokyo
The following essay came up just today for the first time in a few years. I promised a new blog this month called "Feedback". Too serious, my mood has changed, I hope this will make everybody smile:
Perhaps this is a small step over the threshold into the direction low life humour but this one is too good to let slip by.
My apartment in Tokyo is a very fine one; it has two bedrooms, one that has been transformed to a studio with the presence of a Yamaha grand piano. There is a very nice kitchen and a spacious livingroom / diningroom area, a comfortable Japanese style bath and shower and two toilets. Every room is computerized and in the living room there are no less than 5 computerized panels on the wall, all in a row, that control lighting (with a rheostat for each of the rooms lights) heat and air-conditioning controls, two other controls, which I have finally discovered are for the hot water in the apartment, although I have no idea why there are two, and another circular remote control device, which is beautifully designed, which I finally learned regulated the preferred heating of the tile floors. And, of course, there are the two completely computerized toilets.
On the wall of the two toilets are remote control devices that look very much like a TV remote control device. There are no less than 16 buttons to press on these devices; it only took me a day to determine that the top button was to flush; it was absolutely necessary to learn that, since there was no other visible way to do it! It also gives the advantage that if you forget to flush you can reach in the door, remove the remote and push the flush button from the living room!
The other buttons were a mystery, that is until two days ago. There are two buttons which I can only guess are to choose where you want to be washed off after use; one button has a picture of a girl and a spout of water centered on her most feminine area and there’s is a picture of a unisex being with the spout directed at the rear of the figure. It was, of course, a bidet, that omni present bathroom fixture found in Europe that one can refer to with children as a “bottom washer offer”. I personally never used a bidet through the years I lived in Europe, but I was quite aware of its purpose.
Two days ago while using the famous porcelain throne and while placing my Japanese phrase book on the floor I accidentally pushed one of the 16 buttons, which I’m very sure was the bidet. After the initial shock I was amazed by the accuracy and the just warmer than body temperature of the spout, I even questioned if there was some kind of radar in the bidet. The water pressure was quite impressive and within 30 seconds I was absolutely sure that I was totally spotless. Now came the high drama; how do I turn the thing off? It just didn’t stop and that reservoir of warm water, wherever it was, was coming to an end and I was beginning to feel the reality that the temperature in Tokyo dipped below freezing for the last two days.
I really wanted that thing turned off and as fast as possible, I looked at the 16 buttons, all in Japanese, fearful that random button pushing might open a Pandora’s box of unwelcome hygienic experiences. Finally, I choose the bottom button on the right and mercifully it was the right one. It was a very long bidet, I’m sure over a minute, had it lasted any longer I’m sure I would have frozen that proverbial place where the sun never shines. But alas, all is well that ends well.
My apartment in Tokyo is a very fine one; it has two bedrooms, one that has been transformed to a studio with the presence of a Yamaha grand piano. There is a very nice kitchen and a spacious livingroom / diningroom area, a comfortable Japanese style bath and shower and two toilets. Every room is computerized and in the living room there are no less than 5 computerized panels on the wall, all in a row, that control lighting (with a rheostat for each of the rooms lights) heat and air-conditioning controls, two other controls, which I have finally discovered are for the hot water in the apartment, although I have no idea why there are two, and another circular remote control device, which is beautifully designed, which I finally learned regulated the preferred heating of the tile floors. And, of course, there are the two completely computerized toilets.
On the wall of the two toilets are remote control devices that look very much like a TV remote control device. There are no less than 16 buttons to press on these devices; it only took me a day to determine that the top button was to flush; it was absolutely necessary to learn that, since there was no other visible way to do it! It also gives the advantage that if you forget to flush you can reach in the door, remove the remote and push the flush button from the living room!
The other buttons were a mystery, that is until two days ago. There are two buttons which I can only guess are to choose where you want to be washed off after use; one button has a picture of a girl and a spout of water centered on her most feminine area and there’s is a picture of a unisex being with the spout directed at the rear of the figure. It was, of course, a bidet, that omni present bathroom fixture found in Europe that one can refer to with children as a “bottom washer offer”. I personally never used a bidet through the years I lived in Europe, but I was quite aware of its purpose.
Two days ago while using the famous porcelain throne and while placing my Japanese phrase book on the floor I accidentally pushed one of the 16 buttons, which I’m very sure was the bidet. After the initial shock I was amazed by the accuracy and the just warmer than body temperature of the spout, I even questioned if there was some kind of radar in the bidet. The water pressure was quite impressive and within 30 seconds I was absolutely sure that I was totally spotless. Now came the high drama; how do I turn the thing off? It just didn’t stop and that reservoir of warm water, wherever it was, was coming to an end and I was beginning to feel the reality that the temperature in Tokyo dipped below freezing for the last two days.
I really wanted that thing turned off and as fast as possible, I looked at the 16 buttons, all in Japanese, fearful that random button pushing might open a Pandora’s box of unwelcome hygienic experiences. Finally, I choose the bottom button on the right and mercifully it was the right one. It was a very long bidet, I’m sure over a minute, had it lasted any longer I’m sure I would have frozen that proverbial place where the sun never shines. But alas, all is well that ends well.
January 26, 2006, Tokyo
Saturday, November 23, 2013
Retierment? NO!
This isn’t the first
time I’ve been in the position of leaving a location not knowing what the
future will bring, but it’s the first time at age 75!
It was the same in
1964 when I decided to leave the Concertgebouw Orchestra in Amsterdam; I was
lucky, the Los Angeles Philharmonic job opened just at that time. And in 1989
when I left Los Angeles, under the image of a sabbatical, and fortunately got
teaching positions at the Fiesole Scuola di Musica, in Italy, the Conservatoire
de Lausanne in Switzerland and subsequently other institutions in Europe. After
leaving Europe in 2006, I was lucky again ending up for eight years at the
Musashino Academy of Music in Tokyo.
Now it starts to get
scary finishing my work in Tokyo, but again destiny is kind; I’m fully booked
with masterclasses and conducting for the next year with attractive part time
situations in Mexico and Okayama, Japan.
Perhaps I’m just a
wanderer; sometimes I long for a family and a stable life with the same wife,
children, grand children and a beautiful house, but that wanderer in me always
dominates.
After 35 years of
playing the single line horizontal tuba parts hundreds of times in the music
that I loved so much, I was enjoying it less, something previously magical was
slowly disappearing. Although I enjoyed playing in a symphony orchestra and
adored symphonic music, it was a great and beautiful surprise to me to discover
that I love teaching even more.
Each student is a
special situation and a unique challenge. Since I stopped playing my musicality
was reactivated and continued to develop, with teaching I remain an active
student; I continue to learn and improve.
There is, of course,
another choice! I could really retire, But no! In passed years I used to spend
my summers in the small town of Vatera, on the Greek island of Lesvos. The old
pensioners, whom I imagined were all retired fishermen, sitting on benches
facing the ocean, usually alone but sometimes with a friend, fascinated me. How
I would like to know their thoughts as they watched the horizon line (that
horizontal line again!). I could do that; I could go back to Vatera and
contemplate that same horizon line. But still, what is there in that horizon
line, the sound of the sea, the changing sky that feeds the thoughts of those
fishermen, Aye there’s the rub! I
fear I don't want to know, the curiosity is perhaps more interesting than the
experience.
I have just returned
from a beautiful festival called Instrumenta Oaxaca, which was a great
experience. First let me say that the general level of playing in Mexico is
very high and the potential is huge; they learn quickly, they seem to have the
physical aptitude to realize a new idea and they radiate an eagerness and
enthusiasm that is quite refreshing, especially just coming from Japan and
making the inevitable comparisons.
I’ve never thought
much about going to a small indigenous town in the mountains of southern Mexico
but I will be doing just that next September. It seems every country has a
center, or centers, where brass playing evolves in a noticeably superior way.
Oaxaca and especially the indigenous town (population 3000) of Santa Maria
Tlahuitoltepec, and the highly talented Mixes people, is just such a center.
This will be a true adventure for a wanderer.
One could say that
the culture shock of a quick change from teaching in Japan to teaching in
Mexico results in severe whiplash.
But that’s another
essay, (the next essay), it will be called “FEEDBACK”: a view of some typical
frustrations of a western teacher in Japan.
November 10, Oaxaca,
Mexico and November 23, Okayama, Japan, 2013.
Tuesday, September 17, 2013
Practicing Too Much is Dangerous
Recently, there was a major competition held
in the city of Tokyo. As usual, several weeks before the event, a large number
of students came to me to receive coaching on the required solo repertoire.
Most of these students came very well prepared and only needed small
adjustments on their very good preparation, however, closer to the actual
competition something strange happened; the high level of playing they had
shown only a few weeks before started to deteriorate. The good tones that were
there began to sound strained, pinched and full of extemporaneous noises, the
high register became undependable as did the low register and the general
musicianship became labored and quite simply had lost all the beauty that was
there only a short time before. The reason for this was not complicated; the
dedication and motivation to be their absolute best on the competition had lead
them to increase their practice times to the point that they were damaging their
playing, the excess of hard work caused their playing to get ugly.
This kind of extreme over practicing doesn’t
happen only before competitions but also before exams, auditions and concerts.
Our embouchures; that meeting place where the moving air meets the lips
(embouchure is a verb), is made up of blood and muscle and like all the other
parts of the body, it can easily be overworked and stressed. Like a ballet
dancer, who’s body is trained to be facile and fluid, our embouchures need that
same fluidity and if, by over training, the embouchure becomes more like the
rigid and stiff musculature of a body builder lifting weights, this stiffness in
brass instrument performance simply translates a sounding bad. The similarities
of playing a brass instrument to the voice are many. Singers, however, cannot
practice long hours like some brass players are tempted to do; they have the
advantage of pain, which tells them it’s time to stop, the larynx just won’t
allow the voice to let enthusiasm rule over reason.
Enthusiasm, the will to win, the goal to be
perfect, is a good thing, but it needs to be monitored by smart practicing.
Smart Practicing
Warmups
Warmups are to brass playing like stretching
is for an athlete; working on the bar for a ballet dancer or vocalizing is for
a singer. Warmups are part of embouchure care and if you are in preparation
mode for an important performing event such as a competition, warming up is an
essential part that preparation, this is smart practicing.
Taking Rests
In any form of exercise, breaks are needed;
ten sets of ten pushups can work very well in developing strength, but 100
pushups at one time would be very destructive to the body for most people, plus
it would be very painful! Another important kind of rest is to take breaks
after two or three hours. If you’re going to practice all day, go for two or
maximum three hours, then rest at least one hour; do something else and think
about something else.
Mental Practicing
Much of our preparation can be done without
actually playing the instrument. Phrasing, breaths and dynamic decisions can be
done only by studying the part and making those musical decisions without fatiguing
the embouchure. Similarly, singing the music can help to make these musical decisions.
Finally, the passages that require rapid fingering can be studied by practicing
only the fingering alone.
Diverse Practicing
When preparing for an important performance
of any kind, there is always the tendency to practice only the piece or pieces that
are being prepared for the specific event; this also will have negative result.
An efficient embouchure requires diversity. If your pieces are high, practice
low. Nothing destroys tonal beauty and embouchure efficiency faster that
concentrating your work only on the high register. The situation with dynamics
is exactly the same, if you are preparing for a symphony orchestra audition
where most of the repertoire is fortissimo, practice an equal amount in a
pianissimo dynamic range.
Avoid Last Minute Practicing
Performance preparation needs to be finished
and ready ahead of time; the last days before the event are much better used by
concentrating on maintaining the finest, most facile and beautiful playing
possible. There are many sad stories of players panicking in the last days
before the event and destroying the good work that was already finished.
Hard work and enthusiasm are good things when
they are controlled with common sense.
September 16, 1013, Tokyo
Tuesday, August 20, 2013
Terminals of Excelence
I fear I’ve been slow in seeing it and I wonder how much
I may have missed. We all can see, in abundance, how the Internet has
changed, is changing, and with very little imagination project the changes,
which will surely appear in the not too distant future.
When Facebook first appeared on the net I mistakenly
thought it was a format for teenagers; I was wrong, within a very short period
of time I had made contact with old friends from high school and conservatory
that I hadn’t seen or heard from in more years that I care to count. Among
other surprises on Facebook were numerous YouTube postings, which again, I saw
as a medium for young people to show their garage rock bands or share their
various modes of partying; it was that, but it was much more.
During the last few days I’ve found posted on my
Facebook homepage several YouTube videos that represented absolutely superb
performances of various types of music. As an example:
These five items are examples of world-class excellence
found on my Facebook home page in JUST ONE DAY.
I have no intention of doing a review here but I can
assure you of the superb level you will encounter at these sites and that
these sites will be required viewing for all my students.
In music, the best method for learning is by listening
to example and imitating it. It seems the examples of excellence available now
on the Internet are abundant and far easier to find and experience than to
research and discriminate the latest CDs.
Learning resources are changing, we are able to
experience new materials at a grater frequency than ever before; the results
are already evident and it seems clear that this greater frequency is
accelerating. Take advantage and enjoy.
Tokyo,
November 21, 2010 --- Revised August 20, 2013
I fear I’ve been slow in seeing it and I wonder how much
I may have missed. We all can see, in abundance, how the Internet has
changed, is changing, and with very little imagination project the changes,
which will surely appear in the not too distant future.
When Facebook first appeared on the net I mistakenly
thought it was a format for teenagers; I was wrong, within a very short period
of time I had made contact with old friends from high school and conservatory
that I hadn’t seen or heard from in more years that I care to count. Among
other surprises on Facebook were numerous YouTube postings, which again, I saw
as a medium for young people to show their garage rock bands or share their
various modes of partying; it was that, but it was much more.
During the last few days I’ve found posted on my
Facebook homepage several YouTube videos that represented absolutely superb
performances of various types of music. As an example:
These five items are examples of world-class excellence
found on my Facebook home page in JUST ONE DAY.
I have no intention of doing a review here but I can
assure you of the superb level you will encounter at these sites and that
these sites will be required viewing for all my students.
In music, the best method for learning is by listening
to example and imitating it. It seems the examples of excellence available now
on the Internet are abundant and far easier to find and experience than to
research and discriminate the latest CDs.
Learning resources are changing, we are able to
experience new materials at a grater frequency than ever before; the results
are already evident and it seems clear that this greater frequency is
accelerating. Take advantage and enjoy.
Tokyo,
November 21, 2010 --- Revised August 20, 2013
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