Friday, June 08, 2012

I Couldn't Sleep

Yesterday, after eating dinner on the seventh level of hell (which, to be fair, featured several very tasty salsas), I fell asleep in the overstuffed chair in my office. A couple of hours later, I awoke, still very sleepy. Just couldn't keep my eyes open.

So ... I went to bed.


Of course, once in bed I couldn't fall asleep again. I spent a tossing and turning hour during which I began to imagine little flurries of piano notes.  Finally I got up, went to the computer and started composing.

I called the piano music I Couldn't Sleep.

Listen to I Couldn't Sleep
© 2012 by David Ocker - 197 seconds

Another of my pieces, much weirder and more complex, also uses piano sounds: Oil and Water Mix


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Thursday, June 07, 2012

LA Opera's Ring Festival LA - two years later

It's been two years since I devoted Mixed Meters to the subject of Ring Festival Los Angeles.  Hardly anyone seemed to notice but I learned a lot about myself.

I'd like to stay in the top Google search results for the term "Ring Festival LA".  To that end an occasional extra post on the subject couldn't hurt - like once a year - because someone might still notice.

Two years later there doesn't seem to be much more to say about the subject.  Los Angeles has moved on from its semi-close encounter with Richard Wagner's endless magnum opus, the Ring of the Nibelungs.

In the last year Los Angeles Opera has begun paying back the $14 million loan which I and my fellow Los Angeles County residents cosigned (via our elected representativs) when the ring cycle production soared WAY over budget.  We in the 99% don't get the interest from the payback - a private bank gets all the profit.

Here's a cute cartoon which the New Yorker ran late last year.




There is Ring Festival LA news of a sort from Europe.  It appears that Achim Freyer, artistic doyen of LA's comic book Ring production, one which many Ringnuts hated, is directing another Ring cycle in a similar style (to judge from the pictures) in the German city of Mannheim.  The opera company over there is certainly not touting the Los Angeles connection.  Why should they?  Mannheim first became a world-class capital of music more than a quarter millenium ago well before the first Spanish mission was ever built in Southern California.

You can read about the Mannheim Achim Freyer production in a pdf document entitled The New Mannheim Ring.  Statements from German politicians remind me of our own politicos quoted in LA Opera's early press releases.

Mannheim has plans to release a DVD of their production.  Had the LA Opera gone into a bit more debt to fund documentation of their accomplishment the lasting benefits of the Los Angeles Achim Freyer Ring might have increased.  That was an opportunity lost, in my opinion.  I'm sure our county Supervisors would have been glad to add an extra 3 or 4 mil to their loan guarantee to fund a DVD.  All the Opera had to do was ask.




Finally, there's a recent development in the unofficial Israeli ban on performances of the music of Wagner.  Here's an article from the newspaper Haaretz entitled Tel Aviv University cancels Wagner concert after angry protests.  (The Guardian has this article on the subject.)

Tel Aviv University says that the Israel Wagner Society booked their concert hall without mentioning what was on the program.  One might wonder what else the "Israel Wagner Society" might perform if not Wagner.  Mendelssohn?  Somehow the news got out.  Haaretz quotes a spokesman for the University
You deliberately concealed this basic fact from us...We received angry protests calling to call off the controversial event...[which] would deeply offend the Israeli public in general and Holocaust survivors in particular.
Uri Chanoch, described as deputy chairman of the Holocaust Survivors Center (I can't find any information about that group), is quoted
This is emotional torture for Holocaust survivors and the wider public in the state of Israel. 
Wagner provided inspiration for the Nazis, and there is a direct link between him and the Holocaust. The fact that Wagner's music will be played in public and the fact that the concert was being advertised, are hurtful and damaging.
Even now Jewish survivors of World War II associate Wagner's music with the persecution and destruction they endured under the Nazis.  Their emotions inform my belief that we must stay aware of how Richard Wagner's operas and antisemitism inspired Hitler towards execrable discrimination and mass murder.

Someday soon there will be no more surviving Holocaust survivors.  Later generations will need to remember on our own how the Nazis used Wagner.  The Nazis proved that music can serve evil in our modern world.  If such massive misuse of music happened once it could happen again in another place and another time using someone else's music.

By remembering Hitler when we perform Wagner, we give ourselves the best chance for preventing recurrences of such despicable and immoral behavior.




Here's an article about the formation of the Israel Wagner Society.

The Mixed Meters post LA Opera's ring Festival LA - one year later includes a list of all Wagner, Hitler and Ring Festival related posts.

Cartoons by Kaamran Hafeez

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Thursday, May 31, 2012

Tell The Truth More Easily With Fiction

Here's a short quiz to identify Mixed Meters' Three Readers:
  1.  How many times per month do I post new articles?
  2.  What is a Thirty Second Spot?
If you answered both of those correctly, congrats, you're one of the three.


For the rest of you, here are the correct answers:
  1. Four.  (Whew.  By posting this, I just barely made it again this month.)
  2. Read In Which David Explains 30 Second Spots - one of MM's earliest posts, from October 2005 - which is pretty much still accurate.
Tell The Truth More Easily With Fiction is a brand new 30 Second Spot.

Back during the Classical Period of 30 Second Spots I would compose at Starbucks and eventually pick a title from some snippet of overheard conversation.  However, this particular Spot was composed at home where there is no overheard conversation to overhear.  Instead I turned on the radio to NPR news.  "Tell The Truth More Easily With Fiction" was the first phrase I heard the announcer say.  (The story, which I didn't bother to listen to, was probably about some author somewhere overcoming repression in some country.)

Listen to Tell The Truth More Easily With Fiction
© 2012 by David Ocker 37 seconds


The sound world of Tell The Truth More Easily With Fiction is four saxophones plus temple blocks.  These sax sounds come from my music program, Sibelius 7.  I was investigating various pitch ornaments that the program provides.  The ornaments are called:
  • scoops 
  • doits 
  • falls 
  • plops
These are mostly foreign musical territory for me.  Explanations are here, courtesy of our brave fighting men and women.

All the scoops, doits, falls and plops give Tell The Truth More Easily With Fiction a kind of raucous out-of-control feel.  I played it for Leslie.  She called the piece a "jiggy apertif".  And who am I to argue a music critic who knows as much about my music as she does.  So please enjoy this jiggy apertif.



Two early Mixed Meters posts involving saxophones:

In which David reflects on saxophones, Moondog and automobile ads
In which David hears ten baritone saxophones

I posted nearly every day back at the beginning.

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Monday, May 28, 2012

Conlon Nancarrow Documentary

You couldn't call my relationship to the music of Conlon Nancarrow "love/hate".  It's more "like/dislike".

On the one hand his Studies have a jazzy, powerful, propulsive energy filled with spellbinding rhythms and spectacular gestures.  That's the "like" part.  But the sound of those extra-bright player pianos wears on me.  I lose interest pretty quickly.

The importance of Nancarrow, to me at least, is that he pioneered the notion of the loner composer.  He was the first to write music for a specialized musical device which gave him complete control over all aspects of his music.  That device played the completed finished pieces.  No performers were involved.


As technology has improved over the decades, especially with digital instruments, being a loner composer has become more and more common.  These days a relatively modest investment in computers and software is all it takes to start making music far beyond the capabilities of any performer, real or imaginary.  This is the way I compose and I'm very happy doing it.

I suppose some people are still scandalized by these developments.  If you're such a person, remember that this method of composition is never going to eliminate composers who write for live performers.  It does, I think, force them to write music for the real strengths of performers.  These strengths include the abilities to interpret and improvise.

Also, this is also not going to eliminate live concerts. That's because aspects of live performance, notably something which might be called the 'spiritual' component, that ineffable communication between performer and listener, can't be approached by digitally created performances.


Conlon Nancarrow's music and methods were not precursors to the sequencers, samplers and electronica of today.  I'm not aware of anyone still writing music for player piano.  But he was the first to demonstrate that a composer can have a different relationship to listeners, not by imagining music and then giving it to instrumentalists and singers to perform, but by actually making the music directly using specialized tools in a studio,an analog of the way painters or sculptors do their work.  When finished, the results are shared immediately with an audience.

With this in mind, you can see why I might be interested in a new video documentary about the life and music of Conlon Nancarrow.  This video, which at the moment seems to be called only "Conlon Nancarrow Documentary", is available on Vimeo.  It was produced at the University of Arkansas, the state where Nancarrow grew up.  (The video is in high definition - if you, like me, have trouble getting it to stream, you can download the file in either large or small size for better playback.  I burned mine to a DVD.)


Produced by James Greeson and Dale Carpenter, this documentary starts with Nancarrows childhood years, covers his politics and involvement in the Abraham Lincoln Brigade during the Spanish Civil War, his move to Mexico City in the 1940s and then his subsequent discovery and late-in-life fame.  There's a section about the composer Trimpin who is hailed as a kind of successor to Nancarrow.  There are talking heads aplenty and a couple performances of early piano works, ones Nancarrow intended for flesh and blood pianists.

The most interesting part, however, which inspired me to write this post, is that this video allows you to actually watch the player pianos playing Nancarrow's piano rolls.  Not just the roll rolling past the tracker, but the actual internal workings of the piano itself - levers flexing, gears turning and wheels whirling.  This is something I've never seen before and I found it particularly riveting.    





During Nancarrow's years of fame his music was performed in concert all over the world - but almost always by tape recordings, not with actual player pianos.  I saw such a concert in Los Angeles - mid-eighties, I guess.  It was at the Japan-America Theater.  The composer was present and he engaged in a question and answer session with the audience, moderated by composer William Kraft.

In this documentary, at one point, a talking head refers to Nancarrow as "shy". That's a good description of how he answered the audience's questions. He gave us virtually no information, preferring to quietly avoid questions. It became kind of funny.

Earlier in the concert there had been a presentation about his life and work. One picture showed a shelf of books about theories of time - a subject one would imagine to be of considerable interest to a composer who wrote music in multiple tempi. Nancarrow's extensive library is shown and discussed in this new documentary as well. As someone who long ago had been influenced by my own readings about time, I decided to ask him if he found any particular books on the subject influential. No, he replied quietly, he couldn't think of any.

Here's an interview with Nancarrow in which he is considerably more informative.

This documentary is, apparently, nearly finished. Here's an additional sequence of talking heads, apparently cut from the video, talking about Conlon's relationship to food: eating fried worms, drinking tequila, eating one fruit while looking at another, his kitchen where he cooked paella or ground curry powder.


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Friday, May 25, 2012

The Mister and Mockingbirds

Watch and listen to The Mister and Mockingbirds by David Ocker
282 seconds - © 2012 by David Ocker


It was May 16, 2012, a Wednesday.  The sun was shining directly into our backyard.  That's unusual except at this time of year as the sun journeys north to the spot at which it celebrates the solstice.  The time was about 6:45 p.m.  The sun was low on the horizon, moving down in the west to where, each evening, it celebrates another successful day.  The sun, I guess, likes to party.  And why not?

Leslie was puttering in her "victory" garden (tomatos and strawberries are very big this year) with Chowderhead following on her heels hoping she'll throw the ball or rooting in the bushes hoping to catch a small furry creature or protecting us by barking at other dogs as they walk their owners on the other side of the fence, out on the street.

I sat quietly on the patio watching the two of them.  There was a slight breeze.  Somewhere not far off and a little farther than that and again farther yet, a sequence of mockingbirds sang.  Maybe they were trying to identify the limits of their individual tree domains.  Or maybe that's something mockingbirds just do.


At one point, because she had decided that her hanging ferns needed water, Leslie turned on the misters.

Little hoses run under the patio roof feeding water to nozzles.  These emit sprays of small droplets. More expensive misting systems produce super small droplets and might be used, say, to cool diners on fancy patios at expensive restaurants during hot weather.  You can feel those drops but they're hard to see.  Neither our patio nor our misters could be called fancy.  The misters spray larger droplets and are intended to water the plants.  Even so, if one sits the right distance from them, the spray can be very pleasant - a cooling showerette during any heatwave.

As it turned out, I was in just the right spot not only to enjoy the refreshing mist but to watch the sunlight reflect off each little drop as it fell.  And there were a lot of drops.  During their short lifespans these drops obey twin masters: gravitational attraction and wind currents.   Maybe other masters as well, but my grasp of physics is weak.  Each drop takes a slightly different course to its ultimate destination.  As they fall they swirl.  And they're very good at swirling.

Lit perfectly by the setting sun, the drops followed the wind as they fell to earth, forming sheets and clouds and clusters and more complex shapes and sometimes even shapeless amorphous indescribable masses of moving airborne bits of water, like a thousand monochromatic fireworks all going off at once creating a torrent of cool wet sparks in constant flux.  Each one sang the sun's song as it rode the wind to its own landing point. (1)

I enjoyed watching this show.  It was a near perfect moment.  Simply enjoying it wasn't enough.  I was struck with the notion to capture it on video.

So I pulled the aging point'n'shoot from my pocket and possessively made a video.  I suppose I wanted to save the experience for later.  I concentrated on the cloud of droplets.  "This," I thought, "might be a good video for music." And then I added "David, please try to hold the camera steady."


I think the music I wrote takes more inspiration from the mockingbird song than from the clouds of mist.  That's okay.  There's more than enough complexity in the moving image to keep your eye distracted while your ear listens.  I tried to leave space in the music for the birdsong to come through.  By "space" of course I mean "time".  Or maybe "silence".  I've been writing a lot of silence lately.

I've been fascinated with the musical possibilities of mockingbird song for a long time.  I remember the first time I heard a mockingbird - it must have been 1975.  I had been sent home from CalArts for something called "summer vacation".  Before my long drive back to Iowa I was staying with two of my trumpet-playing buddies who were house sitting for their trumpet instructor in Hollywood.  I was amazed by a bird which sang all night, spinning out a musically interesting continuously changing vocal solo - a John Coltrane bird.  I figured it had been tricked into singing by the bright nighttime city lights, but apparently singing at night is something mockingbirds just do.

Anyway ... I've taken this combination of mockingbird song and clouds of water mist as the basis for a piece of music.  A commemoration of a simple moment in my life, unmemorable except for the fact that I enjoyed it.  Moreover, this is a good example of my desire to make art from the small things in life - the things that otherwise go unnoticed or get forgotten.  Other composers can write music about the meaning of life or great love or destiny or fate or death or whatever eternal cosmic verity they care to choose.  This piece, The Mister and Mockingbirds, is about where I was at on Wednesday May 16, 2012 at approximate 6:45 p.m. and what I did for about 5 minutes.  And that is quite enough for one piece of music.



While we're on the subject of video...

It seems that water and birds are favorite subjects for my videos.  The combination can most obviously be found in Water With Ducks and less obviously in Flap!

The Mister and Mockingbirds video benefits greatly from higher resolution.  But even the 480p version on YouTube still suffers from blocky compression artefacts.  It looks lots better streamed from my hard drive.  Sorry about that.  My grasp of video technology is weak.

And finally an announcement ... I've created a YouTube playlist devoted to my music videos.  It's called David Ocker Music Videos.  There are 19 of them which, according to YouTube, last a total of 54'54".  Almost an hour.  I described the playlist as containing...
Only those videos for which I have composed music, sorted (more or less) beginning with the most recent and ending with the most embarrassing.  My first attempt to put music to a moving image was "Birds Who Don't Know The Words" - in 2007.
Enjoy.


I think the species of the mockingbird under discussion here is mimus polyglottos.  A discussion of their vocal habits is here.

The title The Mister and Mockingbirds might remind you of this, but I suggest you not seek out more similarities because there aren't any.

(1) I worked hard to write this paragraph without using the phrase "danced on the wind".  You're welcome.

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Wednesday, May 23, 2012

A Brief History of John Baldessari

John Baldessari is a famous artist.  He taught at Cal Arts while I was a student there in the seventies.  Of course I never met him.  Nor do I even remember seeing his works back then ... although I must have, of course.  He is now respected, super successful and much honored - so the works I can't remember must have been pretty damn good.

A couple days ago I encountered an LA Times webpage entitled Tom Waits talks up artist John Baldessari in six-minute video.  As I happened to have six extra minutes at that moment, I watched it.   Fun stuff. Here's the YouTube link:  A Brief History of John Baldessari .


Waits was apparently chosen because Baldessari likes his voice (and also possibly because the two came from the same hometown.)  More than the voice, it's Waits' dry, wry delivery style that contributes so much.  The video itself is a high energy assemblage: the artist as a talking head in his studio, pictures of the artist, his artworks, his stuff, places he's been and lots of moving text and graphic effects.

One quick bit of text (30 seconds in) says that Baldessari has been called "the Godfather of Conceptual Art" but with a telling, sophomoric, hysterical extra on-screen letter F which is conspicuously crossed out.  Guy humor.  Blink and you'll miss it.


(Go ahead, search Google for the phrase "Godfather of Conceptual Fart" to find out if anyone ever really said that about John Baldessari.)

The people who produced this video, no one I've heard of, are credited on the YouTube page.

directed by Henry Joost and Ariel Schulman (http://gosupermarche.com/)

edited by Max Joseph (http://www.maxjoseph.com/)

written by Gabriel Nussbaum (http://www.bankstreetfilms.com)

cinematography by Magdalena Gorka (http://magdalenagorka.com/) and Henry Joost

produced by Mandy Yaeger & Erin Wright

These people are really the reason I enjoyed it so much.  The bouncy pacing, witty writing and irreverant attitude combine to be lots more interesting than John Baldessari's art or Tom Waits' voice.   Rossini and Bizet don't hurt either.  I especially like a great new cadential chord in William Tell (at 1'50").

There's also an apparent reason for the Clint Eastwood reference: this video was produced for a LACMA gala where Baldessari and Eastwood were both feted by rich and famous people, possibly ones with short attention spans.

Later in the film we learn that "John Baldessari believes that every young artist should know three things":

  1. Talent is cheap.
  2. You have to be possessed which you can't will.
  3. Being at the right place at the right time.
That sounds to me like damn good advice, although not great grammar.  All three points ring true in my ears today.  In fact, I wish I had heard that advice as a young composer, like, you know, back when I was studying at Cal Arts.

Of course, maybe I did hear it.  And I just can't remember now.



A recent MM post about another LACMA art project: Floating Rocks.

If you prefer your art in the streets rather than in the museums by artists who don't allow their picture to be taken, here are two MM posts: Street Art Now and Then and Banksy Speaks.

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Monday, April 30, 2012

Jacques Derrida says Viola

Here is a link to a post about philosopher Jacques Derrida and composer Ryuichi Sakamoto from the WFMU blog. If you go to the post you'll see its title:
Ryuichi Sakamoto and "Derrida," a Decade Later
"Derrida" in quotes refers to a movie which Sakamoto scored.  But if you inspect the link, you'll discover that the post has quite a different title:

http://blog.wfmu.org/freeform/2012/04/derrida-is-the-indisputable-master-of-thoughtful-put-downs-and-of-course-deconstructing-our-most-basic-assumptions-thoug.html

Hidden meanings abound.  We should expect nothing less from an article about Derrida who, afterall, gave us the term "deconstruction" - whatever that is.

I wasn't thrilled with Sakamoto's music in the post.  So I watched a couple of film clips of Derrida himself in hopes that the article would not be a complete waste of time.  He spoke mostly in French.  There were subtitles.  One particular subtitle became the inspiration for this post on Mixed Meters.

At the end of the clip entitled Jacques Derrida on American Attitude he concludes his pointless response with the classic French form of Q.E.D. "voilà".

But if the subtitle is to be believed (at 3'22"), I must have misheard.


It must mean something deep.  I suggest that you not think about it too hard. Unless you're a violist. Or a voilaist.

Here's a short video of a viola deconstruction.




Here at MM we realize that there are always at least two ways of looking at anything.  So I am proud to announce that this is Mixed Meters' six hundredth post, or maybe, if you'd rather believe Google, the host of Blogger, this is actually number 601.  Either way a highly insignificant milestone has finally been passed.  Thanks for reading - whoever you are.

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Wednesday, April 25, 2012

Musical Terms in the Marketplace

It's another episode of a favorite on-going irregular MM feature.  You can count on it to appear when my time is short and I need a simple post requiring minimal thought.

The previous installment featured only potable music and this time we drink in two more: a pluckable tequila and a liquid Italian opera composer, who, it turns out, goes over well with babies and children.  Next are two masters of their art followed by two signs of a euphonious city.  Also watch out for a smokin' military wake-up call and a garden variety string instrument for less than $5.

Finally, this collection ends with a cheesy pun.












You can see all of Mixed Meters' pictures showing products and companies with musical names.  This post is the sixth in the series.

So who is the Young Maestro?

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Sunday, April 22, 2012

The Shackle Stick

Music, at its best, is a mystery for the listener. A dose of uncertainty about exactly what is happening on stage can turn an average performance into a sublime listening experience.  These days, high technology can be used to intensify this aura of musical mystique better than just about anything.

Electronic music technology abounds in the form of portable sound processing equipment (as represented by laptops, tablets and even smartphones). Composers and performers are using these digital tools to create and explore as yet unknown musical worlds.  They produce new sounds, new textures and new ways of playing together.  A listener may not be able to identify exactly how the music is created, but it is clear that the performers are doing it ... somehow.

One such group - a duet called Shackle, Anne LaBerge and Robert van Heumen - is on the cutting edge of such music voyages of discovery.   Here's their self-description.
Shackle is a band.  We make improvised music and use a computer system to structure our improvisations.
They describe their electronics as as
a cutting-edge digital cueing system which operates as a sometimes visible third member
and
a computerized communication system that proposes various compositional elements to each player, they can then choose whether or not to cooperate with the proposed material.
In other words, they're not telling us much.  What is clear is that it is some sort of "system".  The flute is played.  Sounds are modified electronically and also sampled for further modification.  We are told that there is improvisation - but it seems impossible to know what is planned and what is spontaneous.  A joystick is moved as if in some sort of game.  We watch as pedals are pushed and buttons poked.  We hear the sound change.

But we cannot predict the sounds we hear from the actions we see.  It is hard, even impossible, to find an answer when we wonder "How did they do that?"  Failing to find an answer for how the technology works opens up a possibility for a listener to seek out the mystery in the music.

Here's a short excerpt:


You can hear longer tracks of Shackle at Soundcloud or at the Shackle website.

Shackle is trying to raise a modest amount of money via Kickstarter to fund the distribution of their music.

They want to use a unique new medium - the USB stick.  The little beastie,  called The Shackle Stick, will contain video and photographs as well as an hour of music.  In an era when storing and listening to music on computer is increasingly the norm, someday sticks may well become a common format for sharing music.  But for now, it's a new idea.

Here's another video of Anne and Robert self consciously trying to stay relaxed on camera as they explain who they are, describe what their project is and ask for your support.


I signed up to support The Shackle Stick via Kickstarter. If you want to help these intrepid musical explorers go where no musician has gone before, then you too should consider supporting them.



A quarter century ago Anne and I played in an improvisation group, the Golia LaBerge Ocker Trio.  (There are three short improvs available for listening.)

Anne has already gone where no flutist has gone before.  Here's her website.  You can listen to her mysterious talents as flute soloist.  Mixed Meters recommends her recent album Speak on which she also tells stories.

Once Anne visited L.A. and was presented to a class of music students at CalArts by Vinny Golia.  You can watch event that here.

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Wednesday, April 18, 2012

Morgenrot

Here's a little movie I ran into on the Internet. If you've ever wished someone would push a burning piano - an old upright in this case - from the top of the Empire State Building, then this video will be three and a half minutes well spent.

Lots of sepia tones. A very old feel. New York in slowest motion. I suspect that this is a work of high technology - although you might never notice the technique as you watch the piano fall.


The film is credited to Jeff Desom, the music, entitled Morgenrot, a simple waltz from the album Ferndorf, to Hauschka.

Here's another piano epic by the same duo - Bloksky - focusing more on the artist than on the instrument.

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Saturday, March 31, 2012

Tim Minchin

Here are videos by Tim Minchin. I had never heard of him until yesterday.

He's an Australian living in Britain.  He has unkempt red hair and uses lots of eye-liner.  He writes songs which he sings while playing the piano.  He's a very talented guy.  Also very funny.  Very uninhibited when it comes to discussing sex.  Prudes and Republicans will not approve.

More importantly, his music shows a strong political sense.  If you believe in things like religion, alternative medicine or the paranormal, Tim Minchin is not going to amuse you.

Some of his songs are definitely NOT SAFE FOR WORK since he often deals with sexual topics.  The first video at least makes the effort at a G rating.  It was written especially for television broadcast in the UK.  It's clean - if you ignore the double entendres.


I like self-reflexive art like this: songs about songs.  Here he performs at the Proms, with full symphonic accompaniment.  It's a song about singing the pitch F-sharp while playing in the key of F.


Tim does not mince words about controversial subjects. The Pope Song, for example, deals with priestly pedophilia - a hot button topic. He clothes this delicate subject with countless repetitions of the f-word  Reminds me of Frank Zappa in that sense.


You could compare Minchin to Victor Borge, as a comedian pianist - only with sex.  Or to Tom Lehrer, as a comedian, pianist, social commentator - only with sex added.  Minchin's use of clever wordplay can be really remarkable - I'd compare that aspect of his work to someone as good as Cole Porter - just with lots of explicit sex.

In this last video, an animation of a Minchin monologue, you might sense a resemblance to Ken Nordine.  You might get the impression that Tim is a really smart guy who does not suffer fools one little bit.  Someone who's pretty confident that his way of understanding of the world is the proper one and isn't afraid to get into your face to tell you just how wrong you are.


There's a lot more Minchin on YouTube.  What the heck - here's one more: Some People Have It Worse than Me - which contains this great existentialist line:
But the total non-existence
of colonic animation
Seems to me
the perfect metaphor
for the utter constipation
of my soul.




This just in: Tim Minchin here in Los Angeles on April 10 at Amoeba Records in darkest Hollywood. He's got a lot of work to do before he cracks the U.S. market.



I know it's a pale comparison to Minchin's songs, but you could listen to my own piece which overuses the word fuck: Frustration Etude No. 1.

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