Guys. GUYS. I have made it. I have finally accomplished the milestone of achieving one hundred (documented) Composer FAILs, and now I’m wondering what to do with my life.
First off, I should probably make a speech.
I would like to say this. Failure is not something you can do on your own. Many, many people contributed to my failures. I would like to thank my parents for not completely comprehending why or how I’m a composer or why I post my rejection letters online, the multiple gatekeepers who took a chance on an unknown composer, and last but not least, the wonderful crews from Blogger (then Medium, and now WordPress) who spend hours coding and creating an easy-to-use platform without which I might never be able to curate my rejections.
Yes, #100 is a double-rejection!
So, cheers everyone. I will be celebrating my rejection letters in style, since it took me seven years to accumulate every single one of them.
Composer FAILs—going strong since 2010.
So, it’s nice to know that on occasion some random strangers like my music enough (or fits into their programming enough) to force a group of instrumentalists in an ensemble called an orchestra to play new music.
The Ferry Crossing will have its Midwest premiere as part of the 2017 TUTTI Festival at Denison University on Thursday, February 9 at 7 p.m. In fact, I will be on the same program as Augusta Reed Thomas (since she’s their guest composer). Chances are, she probably doesn’t remember me.
I received yet another rejection letter from the Fromm Music Foundation, and I am wondering if this is because they saw my previous Composer FAIL.
Or could it be I don’t really fit in with this crowd?
Anyway, back to your regularly-scheduled content.
Here is a quick note to say that I am beyond proud and honored to count so many women as my friends and colleagues. Unfortunately I did not march (it was audition weekend, but then I ended up catching a cold that left me bedridden), but man, what a day.
My composer friend Marie Incontrera probably expressed my sentiment best:
I am not marching today. I am not protesting today. My entire existence, for the next four years, is resistance. My art, my survival.
(More on this later, once I’ve finished my next piece.)
Here is a submission into the Composer FAIL category where I’m not sure if this is a FAIL or WIN, so I’ll let you guys decide.
Dulciana Vocal Ensemble had a Call for Scores.
“Emerging female composers are invited to submit works for unaccompanied upper voices for inclusion in Dulciana Vocal Ensemble’s second ♀concert. Selected works will be performed alongside pieces by Estonian composer Galina Grigorjeva, and recordings will be provided to the composers. Successful pieces will show a good understanding of writing for the idiom, and display an original, creative compositional voice.”
So I submitted Prisoner of Conscience.
Since this was a call for female composer scores, I went with a pseudonym that was equally fantastic and amazing as Captain Hammer.
It’s official: I’ve decided to move my blog to WordPress. If you want to see past posts, here they are on Blogger and Medium.
Cheers and Happy New Year.
Happy 2017 everyone! Hopefully this year will be better than the last (I know a few of us believe 2016 was absolutely horrid), but maybe some good came out of the past year? Maybe?
For funsies I thought I’d do one of those Best Nine Collages and see what the Internet thought were my best pictorial moments in my life.
In my spare time (or what I perceive as spare time), I sometimes create little works of sound art. If you are wondering why I don’t blog as much, it’s because I’m freaking out at the last minute about faulty speaker situations and realizing that RadioShack, the supposed bastion of everything electronics does not have the wireless MP3 players you were looking for.
“Soap Opera Dispenser” was part of the show Aural Latrinalia: The Bathroom Show, which had its opening reception from 6–8 p.m. on September 24 at the Alice F. and Harris K. Weston Art Gallery. The work was installed at the 21c Museum Hotel Cincinnati and will remain there for approximately 6 weeks.
Here I am installing the work.
My good friend Liz Remizowski came with me to the opening. (Oh yeah, she also took these pictures.)
And then we had drinks afterward.
For more pictures of the event, click here. Now, back to work.