Consider yourself lucky to experience new years. Get as many of them under your belt as possible. Add them together. Eventually they will create your lifetime.
I'm posting now just to announce that Mixed Meters is still here at the beginning of 2022. (Imagine a short flourish of banjo sound now.) It's been almost a year since I added anything new. Quite a year.
One of the advantages of collecting a lot of years is that you can remember and compare them. If you want. Years are big, big enough that you can both celebrate and regret them at the same time.
I'm thinking of one particular year long ago: the very first year of MM. I posted an average 3.7 times per week; 31 times in December 2005 alone (that's daily!) I spent a lot of time on this blog.
Skipping closer to the present, in the most recent four years I posted on average once every six months.
Back in those early years I was always on the lookout for good blog post ideas. I would save online pictures if I thought that I could later turn them into something bloggable.
When I needed to create a new post I would scroll through my saved pictures looking for inspiration. Finding a handful of related pictures might turn out to be enough to suggest a topic.
Many of those pictures I saved were pictures of tubas.
For example, pictures of tubas transformed into art, or, maybe, into plumbing. Pictures of people doing strange things with their tuba. Cartoons about tubas. Lots of cartoons.
While tubas have basked in Mixed Meters' glow over the years, banjos have been ignored. I don't exactly know why. I enjoy banjo music as much as I enjoy tuba music. Maybe more.
Anyway, a long time ago I started collecting pictures of banjos for a future blog post, the one you are reading now. Seeing this recent cartoon by Will McPhail of the New Yorker was the push that got me to dig them out and look for more.
Surprisingly, banjos seem to inspire cartoonists even more than tubas do. Bizarro and The Far Side lead the pack. Matthew Diffee of the New Yorker has done quite a few.
If you hover your mousing unit over the cartoons you should see the title text which includes the cartoonist or strip name if I know it. My apologies to those artists whose work I couldn't identify.
Also, click on pictures to make them bigger.
"Ahem," I hear some of you say, "these 'toons are not particularly complimentary to the banjo." You're right, some are downright insulting. I guess it's still socially permissible these days to write humor by making fun of banjo players or suggesting ways to use a banjo violently.
Apparently banjos have a bad reputation. If you haven't had enough banjo humor, there's this list of nearly 300 Banjo Jokes. (To be fair, many of these have been/can be re-purposed from other instrument jokes.) (To be unfair, many are the same joke with infinitesimal variations.)
Another instrument with a bad reputation is the accordion. The next 'toon, the tied-up wife pleading with the burglar to "take the banjo", has been altered by person or persons unknown. It originally said "take the accordion" and showed an accordion case instead of a banjo.
And now, for my grand finale, here are two cartoons pairing a banjo with a tuba.
Right now the world needs the occasional escape from politics. What could be less political than . . . tubas?
Mixed Meters has given you tubas before. Most prominently, way back in 2008, in the post Tubas on the Beach in Art and Advertising. which showed two actual print ads featuring scantily clad women sporting that most feminine of all instruments, the sousaphone (which is just a tuba bent differently). About a year later we had the much more male oriented Tubas and the Federal Reserve. Tubas can also be found in this post (scroll down).
Ever since then I've been collecting the occasional tuba photograph or cartoon just for today. Click on any picture for an enlargement. We begin with a series of tuba related comics by Gary Larson, creator of the Far Side.
No review of humorous tuba drawings should overlook Gerard Hoffnung. Besides being a cartoonist, Hoffnung actually played the tuba. The last panel shows a tubist walking his instrument on a leash across the opening measures of the solo part to the Vaughan Williams Tuba Concerto. (Hands up all of you who actually knew there was a Vaughan Williams Tuba Concerto.)
Now the category called Women With Tubas, beginning with the most wholesome, a banner advertising our local music school. Next, Mrs. Emma Peel (as played by Diana Rigg, both video and still) on The Avengers television series. Then it gets kinky.
This cartoon, by Claude Serre, might be interest mainly to music copyists such as myself. I guess that's the proper notation for "blatt" even in that altissimo register.
And finally - Tuba with Tentacles (a refrigerator magnet left over from a monthly hipster gathering at the Natural History Museum where Leslie works), Tuba as Ostrich and Wagner Tubas as Urinals.
A picture of a Wagner Tuba made into a lamp can be found a ways into this post.
Thanks to Mixed Meters' remaining reader, EricNP - who provided the video clip of Mrs. Peel, tubist.
Long ago, SO long ago that I don't remember when or where it happened, someone told me that the most important thing about getting my music or performances reviewed was not whether the comments were good or bad, but whether my name was spelled correctly.
For twenty years I was a freelance clarinetist around Los Angeles, mostly playing chamber music and creative music gigs (meaning my own recitals and improvisations.) Contractors in Los Angeles all seemed to agree that I was not the sort of player they wanted in their orchestras or studio sessions. Their logic was sound. I was more interested in the creative aspects of my instrument than in the re-creative. The reviews I did get were usually positive and my name was always spelled properly.
The highpoint of my career as a clarinetist, as many readers of Mixed Meters will know, was playing Frank Zappa's Mo 'n Herb's Vacation with the London Symphony Orchestra.
Early in the 1990s it dawned on me that I wasn't getting much pleasure from the keyed beast any longer and it certainly wasn't contributing to my income. I decided to give up playing the clarinet. I've never regretted the decision.
The last time I played the clarinet in public was nineteen years ago today - April 15, 1994. when Xtet, the flexible chamber ensemble which I helped found, performed a South Bay Chamber Music Society concert at Harbor College. The last piece on the program, hence the last piece I ever performed, was Aaron Copland's Sextet. (Full program is here, scroll down.)
In spite of nearly two decades of being a "former" clarinetist, it's not uncommon for me to meet people who think I still play. It's happened twice this month already. Last fall a well-known musician of my acquaintance reminded me of a concert he had conducted in the early 80s for which I was NOT hired to play the bass clarinet although I apparently had been requested. He told me that the performance back then would have been better had I been performing. I scratched my head wondering why anyone would remember a detail like that after half a lifetime.
Anyway, this post is really about Mo 'n Herb's Vacation. It's not Frank's greatest piece of music by far. It isn't really a clarinet concerto and has never been advertised as one. It simply has several sections of blindingly difficult music for the first clarinetist. And there is also blindingly difficult music for the other three clarinetists - just not quite so much. Frank was never terribly happy with the LSO recordings and he spent lots of time trying to fix them. I doubt he improved them much.
Here's a recording which someone posted to YouTube, not of a performance but of a test recording done in Frank's studio before the London concert and recordings. All four clarinets are me. The bassoons are performed by John Steinmetz and Chad Wackerman is the drummer.
It was my impression that I was the only clarinetist who had ever performed this music. But yesterday I learned that there had been another performance in 2005 in Venice Italy. I'm anxious to hear that recording.
Sherman starts by saying some negative things about Frank and his music. But at the end of the post he gets around to me. Wow!
Of the work for solo clarinet and orchestra, called “MOE [sic] n Herbs Vacation” and played by David Ocker, solo clarinet, I can only say that is is the worst sounding clarinet playing I have ever witnessed, not being able to say “heard”.
So, to the young person who wrote and asked me what I think, I can only reply “very sadly”.
I wonder what an English teacher would think of Sherman's syntax. How does one "witness" a piece of music without hearing it? Fuzzy grammar or not, it's clear what he thinks.
This guy has a lifetime of clarinet experience. For him to say that my playing is "the worst sounding clarinet playing" he ever heard is certainly intended as a major put down. Since I played Frank's music accurately, we can assume that Sherman's complaints are about something else, my tone or my style or my enthusiasm or about some other subjective issue of how he thinks the clarinet is supposed to sound.
On that level I can take some pride in Sherm's defamation. At a certain point in my clarinet studies I made the conscious decision that I would not imitate conventional clarinet playing, meaning the standard, omnipresent, wimpy, unadventurous, never-use-vibrato playing style produced by so many classical clarinetists. Colleges and clarinet teachers, such as Sherman, must still be turning those clones out in exceedingly large numbers. All of them hoping, no doubt, to score an orchestra job. Any of them interchangeable with the others. None of them the slightest bit distinguishable by their sound.
Mr. Friedland is a competent player and seemed sincerely in love with his material. Still, one could have wished for a sharper technical edge in the Bernstein and the fulsome tone that might have invested Berg and Reger with more vivid colors.
Sherman would have gotten more notoriety from his performance if the reviewer had said "this is the worst clarinet playing I've ever heard". People remember when something is described as the "worst ever". "Competent"? Could that be another word for tepid?
When I played I tried to make the clarinet something more than mono-timbral, to play with a variety of tone colors and styles and attitudes, the very thing, the fulsome tone, which the New York Times found lacking in Sherman's recital. I wasn't always successful in my goal of aural variety but always I gave it my best shot. Sherman, apparently, doesn't think along those lines and disparages those who do.
Sherman's comment makes me wonder if he often blogs his mouth off without thinking, like some sort of online jerk. Maybe. Maybe not. More likely he's just someone with an exceptionally well-defined unchangeable set of musical assumptions which he has trouble stretching to account for the myriad varieties of other music in this world.
All in all, I would rather not have had my playing, even a 30-year old performance, called "the worst sounding clarinet playing I have ever witnessed" by anyone. But, considering the ivory tower source of the remark, I'm happy to wear this comment proudly.
Plus, I do thank him for spelling my name right.
Here's a picture of Sherman Friedland in March 1965, part of a group performing György Ligeti's Poème Symphonique for 100 metronomes, when he was a member of Lukas Foss's Center for Creative and Performing Arts at the State University of New York at Buffalo. I found this in the book by Renee Levine Parker, This Life of Sounds. Evenings for New Music in Buffalo. (available as a pdf)
Other reading: Two Marks of Good Music Criticism - a 2007 Mixed Meters article about music critics, including a full review of my New Music America recital by Mark Swed. Here's a quote:
Ocker, as both a performer and composer, brings to music the kind of personal quality that most professional musicians have had trained out of them.
A number of my historical clarinet performances are available for listening here.
Here's a photo taken in Zappa's studio the same day the overdub recordings were made - plus discussion about whether it's a real photo or not. (It is.) I'm the one with both beard and clarinet, on the right.
In the Clarinet Corner blog posting, the "young person who wrote and asked me what I think" named Martin, is this person.
If you click the Xtet flyer picture, it should enlarge enough for you to read the press quotes which the ensemble received. Xpect Xpuns.
Yeah, I'm living in the past. I can think of worse places to be.
