Happy Labor Day, folks. While you all (y’all?) are enjoying your day off, remember what the labor movement has done for you.
One of these days I’m going to get a good recording of Drei Brücken. In the meantime, here’s a performance by the University of Toledo Concert Chorale with Brad Pierson conducting.
Today is the first day of classes, so while I hope all the technology in the classroom works and that it’s okay to not have hard-copies of the syllabus available to my students (the printer in my office is way low in toner), I can look at a photo of this magical flourless chocolate cake and/or this screenshot of a rejection letter. You choose.
This one is over a year old! Am I failing at posting my rejection letters? (Probably. Time for a cocktail. 🥃)
So, I’m a little behind in posting my rejections and acceptances. Case in point:
I had to dig through my email; this was dated June 17, 2017. Whoops.
Anyway, I had a fantastic time, my players rocked my piece, and I made some new friends.
Stay tuned for more rejections later; I promise they’re coming.
Last year’s obituary in The New York Times for the modern dancer and choreographer Trisha Brown only casually mentioned her debt to the landscapes of the Pacific Northwest. It was a unusual characterization for an artist who once told her fellow Washingtonian, the choreographer Merce Cunningham, that “The rain forest was my first art class.”
Indeed the Pacific Northwest’s instruction is found in many of Brown’s works. Her 1970 piece “Floor of the Forest” employs a steel scaffolding to hold a cloth canopy of ropes threaded with colorful used clothing to create a synthetic forest where dancers writhe and wiggle.
Her 1979 piece “Glacial Decoy” is similarly derived from these experiences. In this work Brown and Robert Rauschenberg created fleeting images via gossamer-clad dancers and an ongoing found image slide projection. The mechanical and physical movements become an elegant analog to the glaciers. The images and dancers move and shift forward and back, side or other side, or anywhere in between, like a lateral melt. The fleeting projections become a visual metaphor melting and congealing anew.
I have never been to Olympic National Park, so I followed Brown’s example and combined my own experiences with what I learned from an artist who followed the Hoh River Trail, studied the Hoh Rainforest, and revered the Blue Glacier. We should follow her lead and do the same. We must “give [ourselves] a moment to feel this very mobile sense of how the balance is.”
The Grand Valley State University New Music Ensemble will be going on tour with this piece. Here’s their press release describing their Music Inspired by our National Parks tour. Check out the tour schedule here. Watch their preview video below.
Some people ask me if I still receive rejection letters. I do, just not as many as I used to, mainly because I don’t apply to as many competitions nowadays.
But I think I’ve achieved a new accomplishment: receiving rejection letters from competitions I didn’t apply to.
Take this email: I don’t think I actually applied to this one, but I truly can’t tell you if I applied or not. Maybe I did, maybe I didn’t.
Truth be told, I’d love to write for wind quintet, but I probably wouldn’t know what I’m doing. (Don’t tell my students.)
Guys! I’m back. (Or at least I hope I’m back?) I know my infamous blog has been sadly neglected, but I’ve decided I’m going to post something once a week during the academic semester.
Therefore, you can now (hopefully) look forward to fifteen weeks of rejections, cocktails, acceptances, and cats on occasion.
[In other news: I will be with the Ohio University Wind Symphony this weekend when they record Lichtweg/Lightway. I can’t wait. Also, my short piano response to Scriabin’s Op. 8 No. 1 étude (“Recomposed Scriabin”) is now available for download and purchase. Enjoy!]
But I like writing for the horn. 😢
This rejection is from a few months ago, and ironically I kind of wonder if I should be posting it because I just submitted a new application. Oh well.
I knew I was receiving this rejection letter because they hadn’t asked me to fly out to New York City and meet them, so ultimately I decided to fly myself out to Washington D.C. instead for a performance. Totally worth it.
Wait, what is this you ask? A GUEST composer fail! (I mean, I’m assuming I’m not the only one receiving these, right? RIGHT?)
Ahem. Anyway, this guest composer FAIL was written by my dear friend Jamie Leigh Sampson. (Editorial comments will be employed by gifs only.) Enjoy!
Mr. Julius, don’t be sad: rejections happen.
Greetings from Interlochen! I have just wrapped up Week 1 teaching young composers, going to fabulous concerts, and…experiencing the joys of cafeteria food when I can’t make it to Traverse City. Alas.
Now that I have some semblance of internet in my rustic cabin (oh man, should I post pictures online?), I can now post rejection letters that have been sitting in my inbox since…December 28, 2016.
But HEY, congrats to Katherine Balch for winning this residency. (Just saying, women write music too.)
In other good news, I will be recording a podcast interview this week with Anthony Joseph Lanman of the 1 Track Podcast. Should be fun!
Last week I did a thing (or more like the Quince Contemporary Vocal Ensemble did a thing): I/they recorded Prisoner of Conscience.
(Goodness, I think I was wearing the same shirt as Liz Lemon.)
Here are some photos. Enjoy!
Dan adjusting the mics.
Quince recording the text in between while the others wait in the booth.
Yes, this is a staged shot.
I kind of miss these headphones.
For the record, this is Carrie’s jar of peanut butter.
They made me do it! They made me do it! (Yes, I have a cameo on this album.)