Tuesday, July 03, 2012

The Plastic Bag As Hat

Sunday I loaded up the car with several decades of old computers, monitors and printer cartridges because I had read online about a monthly Pasadena City College FREE Electronic Waste Collection Event.  NOT!  I guess you can't believe everything you read on the Internet.

At the last moment another, better site steered me to a place that would take my useless electronics (but not the cartridges).  Luckily I did not have to unload all that crap back into the garage.  And I can feel better because, supposedly, it will get recycled.

Also on Sunday the city of Pasadena's ban on plastic bags at grocery stores kicked in. It's amazing how charging me an insignificant dime for a paper bag can change my behavior more quickly than years of appeals to my sense of environmental responsibility. But that's just me. You're probably a better person than I am.

I looked up the text of the law to find out who gets the dime.  I learned that a reusable bag must be capable "of carrying a minimum of 22 pounds 125 times over a distance of at least 175 feet."  21,875 feet is over four miles total.

The bag ban is is the perfect excuse to post this cool picture.  It does make you wonder what other interesting uses people might find for those evil plastic bags.


The photographer is Henrik Kerstens.  Check out his other pictures of the same woman wearing various modern artifacts repurposed as Renaissance headgear.  Definite cleverness.

Compare the plastic bag hat to the one worn by a young lady in this painting by Barthel Bruyn done nearly 500 years ago.


I guess that such a hat would be called a wimple.  Click here for lots of pictures of medieval wimples.

Do you need instructions for making a bonnet out of a bunch of plastic bags?

Other stuff, including a bass guitar, made from plastic bags.

A previous Mixed Meters post about women's clothing in Elizabethan England.  Also dog penises.

Wimple Tags: . . . . . . . . . . . .

Thursday, June 28, 2012

Making the Scene With New ClassicLA Blog

Los Angeles has a new blog devoted to the local new music scene. It's called New ClassicLA.  Check it out.  Notice that the name omits the space between "Classic" and "LA".  That must be significant.

As of today New ClassicLA is a bit over 9 months old.  It is the brainchild of composer Nick Norton.  Most of his posts describe a wide variety of upcoming concerts.  Better yet, he conducts interviews with various movers and shakers from the new generation of Los Angeles new music composers and concert producers.

You can be forgiven for not knowing that there is a new generation of Los Angeles new music composers and concert producers.  That, I suppose, is why he started the blog to begin with.

Today's New ClassicLA post is entitled Ben Phelps: Making a Scene which turns out to be a guest editorial authored by composer Ben Phelps, a new generation crew member.   You might want to read his article before continuing with my own rant.   You can also read Ben's New ClassicLA interview.  You should not be surprised to learn that Ben has his own blog.

Making a Scene turns out to be Ben's call to new music action.  He exhorts us...
Talk about the concerts you see. Put on lots of concerts, and talk about them. If you are so inclined, blog or tweet about it. Or just talk to people in the old fashioned way, like in the middle ages. It’s the appearance of activity that counts, but not just your activity. The scene’s activity.
The more it seems like something is going on, the more others will want to be a part of it. It’s human nature. Nobody wants to be left out.
... to which I can only say "Hey, that's super.  I hope that works out for you."

Still, Ben's optimism seems rooted in realism.   He recognizes that making a scene requires lots of active performing groups, which, like a force of nature, will attract composers.
where there are new music bands putting on concerts, composers will follow like attorneys chasing ambulances.
It's a clever line.  But, duh.  He even describes the "classic" under-attended new music concert ...
When you only have three audience members, two are the significant others of the band members, and the third is a composer.
It's a dangerous thing to perform to a professional audience.  I found that mostly they didn't pay attention.  When they did listen, generally they filtered everything through their personal musical assumptions and prejudices.  Eventually, later in my life, it actually came as a surprise to me that there  are people out there who really listen to new music because they have interest in the music.  And, more amazing still, these people aren't composers.  Trust me, those are the ones you want in your audience, not other composers.  (If they happen to have money, ask them to join your board of directors.)


Ben's new music realism goes even deeper; possibly deeper than he realizes.  He opens with two anecdotes outlining perennial L.A. new music issues.

Firstly he talks about how there is competition between new music groups when there should ideally be cooperation.  He tells how he was shot down when asking for advice from an "older, more established" new music group (which, alas, he does not name).  Then, rightly so, he decries the "grossly self-defeating" nature of this response and suggests by analogy how this might lead to the collapse of civilization.  He concludes his anecdote with ...
It’s the tragedy of the commons – somebody should write an opera about it.
I can only say, speaking as an experienced failed composer, that writing music rooted in professional bitterness is a bad idea.  Music can have many meanings for its creator, most of them are very uplifting.  But when a composer tries to express frustration with not achieving acceptance from the music community it can only be a downer, a fresh bit of compositional hell.  Believe me, the audience won't see the point.

I agree that this is my own over-reaction to an offhand humorous comment.  Maybe this is because I don't like opera.  Do you think it might be a better idea instead to work the theme of civilization's collapse into something of a more appropriate size?   Perhaps an oboe sonata?  Silly me.

Secondly, Ben talks about the obvious lack of interest in local composers by the Los Angeles Philharmonic, our local 800-pound gorilla of new music.  Historically this is absolutely nothing new.  It stems, in my opinion, from the notion that "world class" California musical organizations consider that their mission is to track what goes on in Europe.  (From a uniquely California perspective, Europe, in this case, also includes New York City.)

Our audiences have been led to expect that they are being presented with the latest, most important bits of newness from places where prominent new music scenes already exist.  "What about local composers?" you might ask.  "Yeah.  What about 'em?" will be the reply.  What has always been needed is a good answer to the reply.

I've always felt that the quality of importance is the key to getting a local composer programmed on our own most prestigious concerts.  Successful local series, not just the Philharmonic, by and large keep their fingers on the pulses of new music scenes elsewhere.  They try to present works of "consequence" to Los Angeles audiences.  This strategy has proven itself in various ways over the years.  Audiences like to feel that they're taking time out of a busy life to listen to something significant.

So, let me offer some advice, advice I personally ignored throughout my entire career, on how a Los Angeles composer can get performed by the L.A. Philharmonic: move to New York.  More specifically for the moment, move to Brooklyn.  While you're there, get important.   By making a splash in existing new music scenes you'll have a much better chance of getting noticed back here in Los Angeles.  Once you get noticed a few times, it'll be okay to move back.

If you decide to stay in L.A. instead, you'll need to develop a sense of perspective while you enjoy the weather.   Learn to recognize which music is considered world class and which is considered provincial.  Realize that changing the latter into the former without leaving town is a futile mystical quest.  Kind of like alchemy.  And alchemy never worked.  Not even during the middle ages.




Now, for the irrelevant tangential reference, in this case prompted by the notion of "alchemy in Los Angeles".   Here are some quotes from Douglas Adams' novel "So Long, And Thanks For All The Fish", chapter nine, in which a thinner Arther Dent (the hero) drunkenly lies to his pub mates about where he's been for such a long time.  First he tells them that he went to Southern California.  Then...
"Of course, I had my own personal alchemist, too.  ... Oh yes, the Californians have rediscovered alchemy, oh yes. ... They've discovered how to turn excess body fat into gold. ... Fourteen hours in a trance, in a tank. ... And slowly, slowly, slowly, all your excess body fat turns to subcutaneous gold, which you can have surgically removed.  Getting out of the tank is hell."
If only.



Some links to other historical Mixed Meters rants about the futility of new music in Los Angeles which you won't enjoy either...

How To Feel Like An Old Composer In Three Easy Steps (I wonder what those young composers in the Times' article are up to now.)

Los Angeles, New Music Backwater

Classical Music Isn't Dead, It Just Needs A Rest

My New Music Manifesto

Want even more?  Click here and scroll down.



Making a Scene Tags: . . . . . . . . .

Thursday, June 21, 2012

Spring 2012 from The Seasons

(Here's a thought: listen to Spring 2012 right now and read the following folderol later.)

I've just posted the second piece in my sequence of mostly silent works.  The sequence is entitled The Seasons.  The new piece is called Spring 2012.  It includes one short musical event for each day between the last Spring Equinox and the current Summer Solstice.  These musical events are separated by quite a lot of silence.  Overall Spring 2012 is about 75% silence.

For the most part I wrote one event per day as the days flew by.  Sometimes, unavoidably, I fell behind.  When that happened I was always able to bring my composing up to date with the fleeting calendar by writing two or three events in a single day.

Also for the most part, the musical events in Spring 2012 are longer than those in the first piece in the series, Winter 2011.  This increased the overall length by more than a third.  Spring 2012 is just over 79 minutes long - another minute and it would not have fit on a compact disc.  For archival purposes only, of course.

Thirdly, for the most part, the musical events of Spring 2012 have more musical unity than those of Winter 2011.  There is a common, often obvious, musical motive which reappears.  The motive originated in Winter 2011 - a silly bit of conceptual continuity.

I restricted the types of sounds as well - using mostly string sounds leavened with occasional pitched percussion (piano, gongs and drums).  On Mondays, which in these parts is garbage day (a minor repetitive non-religious weekly community celebration), I often used only percussion.  I must have had a good reason for that.

I encourage you to listen to this piece while you listen to other music.  Any other music.  I've provided a link on the playback page to make it easy to play Winter 2011 and Spring 2012 simultaneously.

Click here to hear Spring 2012 by David Ocker - © 2012 David Ocker 4746 seconds



Need some background info on this series?  You might want to read the folderol I wrote about the previous piece, Winter 2011.

While you're listening you might want to read about the notion that solstices and equinoxes do not really mark the beginnings of actual seasons.  Go to Bad Astronomy or The Straight Dope.

Seasonal Tags: . . . . . .

Monday, June 18, 2012

Lily Pad

Not much to tell.

The video shows the surface of the fountain which belongs to our friends, Jim and Mark. The lily pad looks kind of like a green PacMan who is not getting any dots. There's a dead leaf. Periodically large and small goldfish swim casually through the frame. The moving water morphs unseen sky and trees into abstraction.

All these combine into scant inspiration for a piece of music. Enjoy.


Lily Pad ©2012 David Ocker 195 seconds

Lily Pad Tags: . . . . . . . . . . . .

Tuesday, June 12, 2012

Just Be A Regular Person Like Everyone Else

Just Be A Regular Person Like Everyone Else is another 30 Second Spot. The title was the first phrase I heard after switching on the radio news in search of a file name.

I had the sense that the title expressed a personal wish of the speaker, not a command issued to another person, someone who needed to get their own act together.  By that moment my music was pretty much finished, so you won't get very far trying to figure how the music and title relate to one another.

That's as much as I know.   Except that I had a lot of trouble getting the ratchet sound.

Listen to Just Be A Regular Person Like Everyone Else
Copyright © 2012 by David Ocker - 39 seconds

Here's a picture which I took of an old lady's face on a wall.  Her face appears on a derelict Sunset Boulevard apartment building.  I was just going to let it decorate this post without explanation, but then I researched it a bit.


As context, here's the Google street view of nearly the same spot.  The gas station had disappeared by the time I was there.


Here's another picture on Tumblr.
Here's an LA Weekly article with yet another picture.


The artist is named JR.  He has a whole series of these works, collectively called Wrinkles of the City - LA.  Here's a somewhat more informative LA Weekly article with lots of Wrinkle pictures.

Here's a video by JR with the subjects of the wall pictures as talking heads.  There are little glimpses of the pictures being installed.  If you don't know Los Angeles, the street scenes in this video show our reality much better than anything you will ever see on television.


I don't know what this street art has to do with the phrase "Just be a regular person like everyone else". Probably more than the title has to do with the music itself.



Previous Mixed Meters posts with Street Art references:
Street Art Now and Then
Banksy Speaks


Wrinkle Tags: . . . . . .

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


Sleep Tags: . . . . . .

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

Still Angry Two Years Later Tags: . . . . . . . . .

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.

True Fiction Tags: . . . . . .

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.


Abraham Lincoln Brigade Tags: . . . . . .

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.

Mocking Mist Tags: . . . . . . . . .

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.

Conceptual Fart Tags: . . . . . . . . .